Monday, October 27, 2025

Something to Know - 27 October

If you are as weary as I am about the basic story going across the internet and other forms of media, you want to take a break.   I grew up in Redondo Beach, California, and I have always been lured by the ocean; the display of nature can be beautiful and awesomely powerful.   The aroma of sea water with all of its marine DNA is part of the drama. The tranquility of waves crashing over rocks and up sand shores has been going on for millions of years.  But sitting on the sandy beaches watching the tide roll in and out, again and again is my own brief escape of being at peace with nature.   This piece from the Los Angeles Times caught my eye, and I decided to concentrate on it today.    There is something about this story of how man struggles to harness a space in nature to build and maintain a lighthouse in spite of the thunders of stormy seas to alert sailors cruising the Pacific.  And even now, as it is nothing more than an obsolete warning beacon, there is a struggle to keep and maintain its historical value.



The St. George Reef lighthouse, located about eight miles northwest of Crescent City.
Waves crash against the St. George Reef Lighthouse in October 2021. The inactive lighthouse, about six miles off the coast of Crescent City, Calif., was first illuminated on Oct. 20, 1892.
  • Built in the late 1800s as America's most expensive lighthouse, the St. George Reef Lighthouse has deteriorated in isolation over the decades. A helicopter is the only safe way to access it.
  • Preservationists have worked for decades to restore this beacon, but steep costs and extreme weather pose monumental challenges.

John Gibbons shivered in the back of the little boat hauling him to his first assignment as a member of the U.S. Coast Guard.

It was 1953. Gibbons was a baby-faced 18-year-old kid from Ohio who had only recently seen the ocean for the first time. And he had fresh orders to get to work at one of the country's most isolated — and most dangerous — lighthouses.

The St. George Reef Lighthouse, six miles off the coast of California's sparsely populated northwest corner, stands atop a sheer rock surrounded by nothing but the cold, tempestuous Pacific.


"We came out of the fog, and I saw that light — it looked like something out of a horror movie," said Gibbons, now 91, adding: "I thought, 'Holy cow, how'd they ever build anything like this out in the middle of the ocean?'"

The St. George Reef Lighthouse is listed on the National Register of Historic Places as an architectural masterpiece and an important symbol of California maritime history. Constructed over a decade in the late 1800s, it is the most expensive American lighthouse ever built.

But time and briny air have taken their toll. The lighthouse has been mostly abandoned for 50 years. Its lantern room leaked. Its handrails rusted. Its paint peeled, and its original wooden floors turned spongy. The hook and boom that once hoisted boats out of the water and onto the rock fell apart long ago.

Few people have ever set foot inside. But a small group of volunteers and old salts are on a mission to fully restore the place and draw lighthouse-loving tourists to this struggling corner of California, where industries devoted to logging and fishing cratered long ago.

The challenges are monumental. Climate change is sure to batter this stone sentinel with higher seas and stronger storms. More immediately, the lighthouse is now accessible only by an expensive helicopter ride, if the winds are merciful and it is not shrouded by fog.

"If you look at the project in its entirety, you want to fold your tent and forget it," said John Zimmerman, president of the St. George Reef Lighthouse Preservation Society. "But the fact of the matter is — and I remind the volunteers of this — the people that had the hard job are the ones that built the thing in the first place."

The fresnel lens originally in service at the St. George Reef Lighthouse off the coast of Crescent City.
John Zimmerman, president of the St. George Reef Lighthouse Preservation Society, pictured with the historic first-order Fresnel lens from the lighthouse. The lens is now displayed at the Del Norte County Historical Society Museum in Crescent City. 
(Mike Zacchino / For The Times)

Zimmerman's group doesn't have a lot of money. And maybe they're a little romantic. But history, he said, is worth fighting for.

"Every time I go out there, it's a religious experience for me," he said. "I know that sounds corny. But standing out there, 25-mile visibility, beautiful lighthouse, beautiful scenery — it's as close to God as you can get, in my mind."


All lighthouses, he said, have a great story. And this one, he adds, "has a better story than most."


As hordes of ships sailed to California during the Gold Rush, the West Coast's first lighthouse was illuminated on Alcatraz Island in 1854. Since then, more than 40 lighthouses have graced the state's rugged, foggy shores.

The northernmost is on St. George Reef, a chain of volcanic formations nicknamed the Dragon Rocks by a British explorer in the 1700s because of the danger they posed to ships.

Control panels in the St. George Reef Lighthouse, pictured in October 2021.
Control panels in the St. George Reef Lighthouse, pictured in October 2021.

On July 30, 1865, just three months after the Civil War ended, disaster struck.

A side-wheel steamer ship called the S.S. Brother Jonathan got caught in a windstorm and struck one of the rocks. The overloaded vessel — carrying heavy railroad and mining equipment and a huge shipment of gold — sank within 45 minutes, killing all but 19 of its 244 passengers and crew.

Afterward, the U.S. Lighthouse Board pleaded with Congress to build a lighthouse on the reef. But the war-torn country was broke. It took 17 years for the government to approve funding and, because money kept running out, another decade for construction.

The lighthouse cost $752,000, or about $27 million today. It cost more than the Statue of Liberty, completed six years earlier.

Workers lived aboard a schooner moored to North West Seal Rock, which they accessed via aerial tramway, riding on a small platform connected to a cable stretched between the ship's masts and the rock, like a zipline.

Sea lions rest on a platform below the St. George Reef Lighthouse.

They blasted off the top of the rock with explosives and sculpted it into a terrace that would anchor the lighthouse's foundation — known as a caisson. They used cargo nets and boom derricks to hoist the six-ton granite rocks that would compose the 70-foot-high oval caisson and five-story tower.


Giant waves repeatedly swept men off the rock, and one worker fell to his death, according to the National Park Service.

On Oct. 20, 1892, the Fresnel lens was illuminated for the first time, casting a beam that could be seen for more than 20 miles. That day, the San Francisco Chronicle declared the lighthouse was "so strongly built that the tremendous waves which often strike it might as well be the ripples of a brook."


Life at the St. George Reef Lighthouse — a so-called stag station where no women or children were allowed — was brutal and lonely.

Within its first year of operation, an assistant keeper who left the rock in a small boat bound for Crescent City vanished into the sea. Of the 80 men who served there between 1891 and 1930 — before the Coast Guard took over operations — 36 resigned and 27 transferred to other light stations, according to the 2007 book "Sentinel of the Seas: Life and Death at the Most Dangerous Lighthouse Ever Built."

In 1951, three Coast Guardsmen drowned after a rope lowering their boat from the rock snapped, plunging them into the icy water.

The next year, Floyd Shelton, a 19-year-old Guardsman from Portland, got orders to replace one of the dead men.

Shelton, now 93, told The Times that "the accommodations were grim." The Guardsmen "hot-sacked" their twin bunks, with the man coming off duty hopping into the still-warm bed of the man starting his shift. They rarely showered because there was little fresh water.

Aircraft land on this helipad atop the St. George Reef Lighthouse caisson.
Aircraft land on this helipad atop the St. George Reef Lighthouse caisson.

But the place was undeniably beautiful, said Shelton, who recalled climbing onto a steel cross-section boom and lying on it to watch whales migrating beneath him. Once, he was sprayed by a whale spout.

"I've been accused of being a romantic," Shelton said. "There's not many of us left that did lighthouses or lifeboat stations, guys — mostly guys, almost exclusively — like me."

The men were supposed to rotate: 10 days on the rock, 10 days at the on-shore station. But in the fall of 1952, a storm stranded Shelton and a few other Guardsmen for more than 45 days.

Waves crashed over the lens room 146 feet above the sea, and water cascaded down the circular stairs "like a waterfall," Shelton said.


The men ran out of food, subsisting on what they scrounged up: vitamins pills and pancake mix. When a big wave hit, the whole lighthouse shook.

"All we did was hope the thing held together," he said. "And it did."

The lighthouse required a tremendous amount of work to maintain, said Shelton, who nearly fell off the tower while painting the oil room beneath the lens and was wind-whipped while greasing the cables for the boom. Now that it's been empty for so long, Shelton is skeptical the lighthouse can be restored, despite the devotion of volunteers.

"It's just a monumental task ... but more power to them," he said.


The Coast Guard decommissioned the St. George Reef Lighthouse in 1975, replacing the grand edifice with a floating, automated buoy light.

The final entry in the logbook read: "After four score and three years, St. George Reef Light is dark. ... May Mother Nature show you mercy. You have been abandoned, but never will you be forgotten."

In 1986, a group of locals, upon learning the government planned to sell the rapidly decaying beacon as scrap, started the St. George Reef Lighthouse Preservation Society. The federal government eventually deeded the lighthouse to Del Norte County, which now leases it to the nonprofit for $1 a month.

A modern automated light inside the lens room in the St. George Reef Lighthouse.
A modern automated light inside the lens room in the St. George Reef Lighthouse.

When Huell Howser visited the lighthouse in 1995 for an episode of his TV show "California's Gold," he was joined by the late Guy Towers, the preservation society's founder, who had fought to save the beacon for a decade but had not yet been able to reach it. The men were lowered, one at a time, in wire baskets from a hovering Coast Guard helicopter.

"Touchdown: A little hard! But believe me, I was glad to be on that big ol' rock," Howser said.

For years, members of the tiny preservation society — their ages now ranging from 60s to 80s — have flown out in helicopters, landing on the caisson.

They bring generators and stay overnight, removing peeling paint and plaster, hauling out trash and rotted furniture. They have power-washed bird poop, rebuilt rusted railings — and, in one epic feat, replaced the lantern room, suspending the original dome from a helicopter and flying it to shore.

They installed a solar-powered lens, illuminating the lighthouse for the first time in decades. But the wind carried away the solar panels earlier this year.

For years the volunteers had to limit their work to a few winter months annually because of federal wildlife officials who wanted to protect the mating season of sea lions on the rock. That deed restriction has since been lifted.


"We've been fighting like hell for 30 years," said Jim McLaughlin, a deep-sea fisherman and an original member of the preservation society. "Because it's so expensive to get people out there, you don't waste time. You've got to have a trade: Electrician. Pipe fitter."

The St. George Reef Lighthouse was first illuminated on Oct. 20, 1892.

Growing up, McLaughlin, 84, could see the lighthouse beam from his bedroom window. And, he said with a laugh, "we'd shoot ducks at night by it."

For years, the preservation society's repairs were funded, in part, by small donations and occasional public helicopter tours. But flights cost thousands of dollars each.

"The big challenge is raising money to hire a helicopter, and then, of course, trying to find a helicopter near enough that has the required flotation devices and has a sling hook that can haul baskets of supplies out there," said Zimmerman, who hasn't been to the lighthouse since summer 2024.

Zimmerman, a 68-year-old retired landscaper — "with the arthritis to prove it" — took the helm of the nonprofit a few years ago and spends much of his time fundraising, applying for historic preservation grants and trying to persuade people to care about a lighthouse they can barely see from shore.

The St. George Reef Lighthouse is composed of heavy granite blocks.
The St. George Reef Lighthouse is composed of heavy granite blocks.

He envisions a fully restored, publicly accessible lighthouse being used as "nature's classroom," by people who stay for days at a time to study marine mammals, birds, weather patterns, and tides.

Zimmerman said engineers have assessed the lighthouse and estimated that a full restoration, including helicopter transportation, would cost around $10 million — big money in a rural county of 27,000 people.

Tyler Finkle, a structural engineer who has restored offshore lighthouses across the country, said that while restoration seems "like a herculean task," it is doable. Much of the corroding metal throughout the structure needs to be replaced, but "the masonry's in good condition," he said.

Finkle, the division manager of historic preservation for ICC Commonwealth, the company that assessed the lighthouse, is working on the ongoing $16-million restoration of Pigeon Point Lighthouse south of San Francisco owned by California State Parks.

The St. George tower, he said, is in better shape.


Among those who want to see the St. George Reef Lighthouse shine again is Gibbons, who served 39 months on the rock, a Coast Guard record.

Both he and Shelton, upon arriving in Crescent City for the first time, mistakenly thought they would be serving at Battery Point Lighthouse — a cheery, red-roofed, Cape Cod-style house on a tiny island so close to shore that you can walk to it at low tide. Gibbons said his heart sank when someone handed him a pair of binoculars, pointed to the sea, and said St. George was out there.


John(Gibby) Gibbons left, born 1934 and Bob Hachmeister right.
John "Gibby" Gibbons, left, born in 1934, and Bob Hachmeister, born 1933, are photographed with a painting of the St. George Reef Lighthouse that Hachmeister's daughter painted. While in the Coast Guard, they served at the lighthouse together in the 1950s. 
(John Zimmerman)

Life there was hard, but it was an adventure, Gibbons said. He hooked lingcod and other fish from the rocks. He set up a TV with one channel (they watched a lot of "The Liberace Show"). And he ate steak most nights.

In the winter of 1955, a storm stranded him and four other men for about 30 days. On Christmas Eve, a radio station in Crescent City dedicated a show to them, said their names, "and when 'Silent Night' came on, there wasn't a dry eye in the galley," he said.

For Christmas dinner, they toasted moldy bread, and Gibbons surprised everyone with a single can of Spam that they split among everyone.

About three years ago, he got on a helicopter and saw the lighthouse for the first time in decades. His old Marilyn Monroe calendar, he noted, had been removed from the galley.

He hopes the preservationists succeed, despite the odds.

"There is only one St. George Reef Lighthouse," he said, "and it would be a shame to just let it go."


Sunday, October 26, 2025

Something to Know - 26 October

This is Mary Geddry's contribution today.   There are so many angles to view the destruction going on by Trump, we are fortunate to have many and talented journalists who report on the totality of it all.   Don't try and read them all in one day.   Take it from me, it's not good.   However, if you look for the light that shines through once in a while, you become aware that we cannot ignore it.

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The Art of the Shakedown

Tariffs on friends, wars in new time zones, hunger as policy, and masked raids in the rain, the chaos presidency enters its baroque period.

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Good morning! Donald Trump is once again abroad pretending to be an emperor on a trade mission, but this time the robes are slipping. His grand "reciprocal trade revolution", the one that was supposed to restore American power, manufacturing, and masculine swagger, has instead collapsed into a series of vanishing handshake deals, extortionate phone calls, and empty podiums. The Politico headline said it plainly enough: Trump's initial trade deals in Southeast Asia have gone MIA.

Three months after he bragged about "historic" trade agreements with Vietnam, Indonesia, and the Philippines, the White House has produced exactly zero text, zero tariffs rolled back, and zero progress beyond the press releases written in Comic Sans. The "agreements" appear to exist only on Truth Social, sandwiched between posts about his golf scores and his new ballroom.


Now he's in Malaysia, trailed by a caravan of sycophants promising "positive atmospherics" and "forward-looking outcomes," diplomatic code for we're winging it again. Even Trump's own negotiators admit the math doesn't add up, the tariffs are higher than the concessions, the allies are poorer than when they started, and the entire thing makes about as much sense as a billion-dollar golden ballroom attached to the White House.

Trump has turned his famous "Art of the Deal" into a new art form altogether, the Art of the Shakedown. He spent Saturday punishing Canada for the crime of quoting Ronald Reagan. Ontario aired an ad featuring Reagan's 1987 warning that tariffs lead to "fierce trade wars" and lost jobs. Trump, in a fit of pique, added a fresh 10% tariff on Canadian goods. Because nothing says "stable genius" like getting personally offended by a Republican ghost.

He also demanded that South Korea hand over $350 billion for "protection," which has sparked mass protests in Seoul with placards reading "This is robbery, not negotiation." Even the conservative dailies are calling it "the mafia bill." It's extortion in broad daylight: the world's richest country sending invoices to its allies while bragging about "$21 trillion in tariffs." One South Korean commentator summed it up perfectly: "Why is a nation that claims to be rich begging for cash?"

But the grift doesn't end at the water's edge. Back home, Trump's Justice Department is melting down over depositions. Deputy Attorney General Todd Blanche, the same man caught meddling in politically motivated prosecutions, is now insisting he's too important to be questioned. He's invoking "executive privilege," "apex immunity," and every other Latin-sounding phrase that basically translates to "I don't want to answer for my crimes." Blanche is what happens when Roy Cohn's ghost interns for Pam Bondi.

While the DOJ hides behind a curtain, Trump's USDA is doing something even darker: holding food hostage. More than forty million Americans on SNAP are days away from losing grocery benefits because the administration has decreed that a shutdown it created doesn't count as an "emergency." There's roughly $6 billion sitting in contingency funds that Congress explicitly set aside for moments like this, but Agriculture Secretary Brooke Rollins says the money can't be used, not for this kind of crisis, because Democrats are to blame.

So that's where we are in late October: a president who can find $300 million in tariff revenue to bail out a smaller food program, WIC, but claims there's no way to feed forty million hungry Americans. Rosa DeLauro called it "the most cruel and unlawful offense yet." Trump called it "a beautiful negotiation strategy." More like hostage-taking with a side of ketchup.

And if you think his cruelty stops at the border, think again. The Pentagon has quietly doubled the number of U.S. troops in Latin America, dispatching the aircraft carrier USS Gerald R. Ford and its strike group to "disrupt narcotics trafficking." Defense Secretary Pete Hegseth swears it's not a war, just a "dramatic increase in combat power." Comforting when the words "combat power" appear in the same sentence as "Caribbean." The deployment, part of what's being called Operation Midway Blitz, looks suspiciously like the start of an undeclared conflict, and perfectly timed to fill the news cycle with something, anything, that isn't named Epstein.

When a president demolishes the East Wing, shuts down the government, starves the poor, picks fights with Canada, and sends aircraft carriers toward Venezuela all in the same month, he's not simply multitasking, he's burying something. Every time the spotlight drifts toward the Epstein files, another "emergency" conveniently detonates, another shiny headline to keep us staring at the circus instead of the ledger. Whatever's in those files must be very prosecutable indeed.

Amid the madness, there's something remarkable happening in Chicago. When masked federal agents descended on the quiet suburb of Mount Prospect last week, neighbors didn't hide behind the blinds. They ran outside. They shouted, filmed, and followed the SUVs through the rain, honking horns and yelling "You don't belong here!" until the agents finally slunk away. Within hours, that same defiance rippled across the city, from Little Village to Belmont Cragin, as local groups began distributing tens of thousands of orange whistles with one simple message printed on the flyers: Form a crowd. Stay loud.

On October 29, they'll host Whistlemania, an event to pack 100,000 whistle kits for anyone who might need to blow the alarm when ICE shows up. It's democracy reimagined as a neighborhood watch, a chorus of defiance in a city where even street vendors now need sanctuary.

One Chicago cyclist put it best after buying out a food cart so a vendor and her child could go home safely: "We can't stop the raids, but we can stop people from getting hurt." While Trump sends carrier groups to the Caribbean, Americans are rediscovering solidarity on bicycles.

It feels like the country's on fire, because it is, but not everyone's running away from the flames. In living rooms, street corners, and rain-soaked suburbs, people are blowing their whistles and filming the darkness. Makes me proud to be an American!

I'm on the road for a few days with spotty internet, one trusty travel mug, and a very patient dog. If you don't hear from me right away, it's not because the Epstein files finally got me, it's because I'm somewhere between Wi-Fi signals and rest stops. Regular programming should return by Tuesday, although some minor surgery on my pointer finger may make typing a touch problematic.



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Something to Know - 26 October

The "Shutdown" of the federal government can be compared to a strike between the workers of a labor union and the company that employs them.    In the case of the federal workers, it is not their choice to be out of work.   It is because the legislative branch of our government, the House of Representatives, has not been able to approve a budget and our government does not have any money to pay them, so the doors are closed and they cannot come back to work.   Congress has the Senate and the House, and both are controlled by the Republican Party, and it is the House that holds the purse strings and votes for bills that create laws to pay for specific federal expenditures.    Congressional Republicans in the House are unable to pass any legislation while there is a shutdown, even though they outnumber the Democrats.   The shutdown has lasted 25 days, and there are no signs of change.   Both sides are at a stalemate, just like a labor strike.   In this case there are no discussions because the Republicans and Trump refuse to negotiate until the Democrats pass the Big Ugly Bill.   The Big Ugly bill contains many legislative actions that cut out or eliminate programs that support education, health care access, nutrition support, and continued assistance for those who are living in poverty, while the bill increases our taxes and continues to lower the taxes for the wealthy.   The food assistance program called SNAP is just about all out of money now, and between 28 and 42 million people will be affected, and starvation will occur on a large scale.   While the shutdown is happening Russel Vougt and the Office of Management and Budget is closing down or eliminating federal employees left and right, who will not have a job anyway if and when the shutdown is over.   So I am in favor of holding out for as long as it takes for public opinion to grab the MAGA and Conservative Republicans by the throat to stop it.    We have less to lose if the ones in power are forced to back off and remove the Big Ugly Bill from the floor of Congress.   We have everything to lose if the Big Ugly Bill is passed, because we will be approving legislation that takes everything away from us.    Consider this as the most difficult strike ever taken on, and we must stand firm in our demands.




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Yesterday the Trump administration said it would not use any of the approximately $6 billion the U.S. Department of Agriculture (USDA) holds in reserve to fund the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP). The government shutdown means that states have run out of funds to distribute to the more than 42 million Americans who rely on SNAP to put food on the table.

Roll Call's Olivia M. Bridges notes that this position contradicts the shutdown plan the USDA released in late September. Then, it said: "Congressional intent is evident that SNAP's operations should continue since the program has been provided with multi-year contingency funds that can be used for State Administrative Expenses to ensure that the State can also continue operations during a Federal Government shutdown. These multi-year contingency funds are also available to fund participant benefits in the event that a lapse occurs in the middle of the fiscal year."

Yesterday's USDA memo also says that any states that tap their own resources to provide food benefits will not be reimbursed.

Today, in yet another violation of the Hatch Act that prohibits the use of government resources for partisan ends, the USDA Food and Nutrition Service website reads: "Senate Democrats have now voted 12 times to not fund the food stamp program, also known as the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program (SNAP). Bottom line, the well has run dry. At this time, there will be no benefits issued November 01. We are approaching an inflection point for Senate Democrats. They can continue to hold out for healthcare for illegal aliens and gender mutilation procedures or reopen the government so mothers, babies, and the most vulnerable among us can receive critical nutrition assistance."

It appears the administration is using those Americans who depend on food assistance as pawns to put more pressure on Democrats to cave to Trump's will. Today, Annie Karni of the New York Times reported that Trump has joked, "I'm the speaker and the president," and Trump ally Steven Bannon calls Congress "the state Duma," a reference to Russia's rubber-stamp assembly.

With Republicans refusing to negotiate with Democrats in the normal way, with House speaker Mike Johnson (R-LA) keeping the House out of session, and with Trump leaving for Asia for a week, Republicans are clearly making the calculation that Democrats who refused to give up their demand for the extension of the premium tax credit to stop dramatic hikes in the cost of healthcare premiums will cave when America falls into a hunger crisis.

What are we doing here, folks?

The nation's nutrition program was once the symbol of government brokering between different interests to benefit everyone. When President Franklin Delano Roosevelt took office in 1933, one of the first crises he had to meet was the collapse of agricultural prices, which had been falling since the end of World War I and fell off a cliff after the stock market crash of October 1929. Farmers reacted to falling prices by increasing production, driving prices even lower.

In summer 1933, the government tried to raise prices by creating artificial scarcity. They paid farmers to plow their crops under and bought and slaughtered six million piglets, turning the carcasses into salt pork, lard, industrial grease, and fertilizer. The outcry over the slaughter of the pigs was immediate, and the escape of some intrepid animals into the streets of Omaha, Nebraska, and Chicago, Illinois, increased the protest at both the slaughter and the waste of food when Americans were going hungry.

So in fall 1933 the administration set up the Federal Surplus Relief Corporation, designed to raise commodity prices by buying surplus production and distributing that surplus through local charities. In a story about the history of nutrition assistance programs, journalist Matthew Algeo noted that in January 1934, the Federal Surplus Relief Corporation bought 234,600 hogs. This time, their meat went to hungry Americans.

But that fall, when officials from the FSRC announced they were planning to open a "goods exchange" or "commissary" outside Nashville, Tennessee, to distribute food directly to those who needed it, grocers protested that the government was infringing on private business and directly competing with them.

The next year, the agency became the Federal Surplus Commodities Corporation and began to distribute surplus food to schools to be used in school lunch programs. Needy students would not otherwise be able to afford food, so providing it for them did not compete with grocers. In 1937, Congress placed that agency within the Department of Agriculture.

To get food into the hands of Americans more generally, officials at the Department of Agriculture came up with the idea of "food stamps." As Algeo explains, eligible recipients bought orange-colored stamps that could be redeemed for any food except alcohol, drugs, or food consumed on the premises. With the orange stamps, a buyer received blue stamps worth half the value of the orange stamps purchased. The blue stamps could be redeemed only for foods the government said were surplus: butter, flour, beans, and citrus fruits, for example.

Any grocery store could redeem the stamps, and grocers could then exchange all the stamps—orange and blue—for face value at any bank. The Treasury would pay back the banks.

It was a complicated system, but when the government launched it in May 1939 in Rochester, New York, it was a roaring success. By early December, Algeo notes, the government had sold more than a million dollars' worth of orange stamps. That meant another half-million dollars' worth of the blue stamps had been distributed, thus pumping a half a million dollars directly into the 1,200 grocery stores in Rochester, and from there into the local economy.

The program spread quickly. In the four years it existed, nearly 20 million Americans received benefits from it at a cost to the government of $262 million. With the economic boom caused by World War II, the government ended the program in 1943.

In 1959, Congress authorized the secretary of agriculture to restart a food stamp program, but it was not until 1961, after seeing the poverty in West Virginia during his campaign, that President John F. Kennedy announced a new program. Since then, the program has gone through several iterations, most notably when the Food Stamp Act of 1977 eliminated the requirement that beneficiaries purchase stamps, a requirement that had kept many of the nation's neediest families from participating.

In 1990 the USDA began to replace stamps with Electronic Benefit Transfer (EBT) cards, and in 2008, Congress renamed the program the Supplemental Nutrition Assistance Program. In July 2025 the Republicans' One Big Beautiful Bill Act cut about $186 billion from SNAP programs, and then in September 2025 the USDA announced it would no longer produce reports on food insecurity in the U.S., calling them "redundant, costly, politicized, and extraneous studies" that "do nothing more than fear monger."

While a great deal has changed in nutrition support programs in the past sixty years, what has not changed is the importance of food assistance programs to retailers, and thus to local economies. In 2020, Ed Bolen and Elizabeth Wolkomir of the Center on Budget and Policy Priorities found that about 8% of the food U.S. families buy is funded by SNAP. In fiscal year 2019, that amounted to about $56 billion. Beneficiaries spent SNAP dollars at about 248,000 retailers. While about 80% of that money went to superstores or supermarkets—in 2025, Walmart alone captured about 25% of that money—the rest of it went to small businesses. Bolen and Wolkomir note that about 80% of stores that accept SNAP are small enterprises. SNAP benefits are an important part of revenue for those smaller businesses, especially in poorer areas, where they generate significant additional economic activity.

Not only will the loss of SNAP create more hunger in the richest country on earth, it will also rip a hole in local economies just as people's health insurance premiums skyrocket.

And yet, at the same time the Department of Agriculture says it cannot spend its $6 billion in reserves to address the $8 billion needed for SNAP in November, the administration easily found $20 billion to prop up right-wing Trump ally Javier Milei in Argentina.

What are we doing here?


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