Way back in the Stone Age, shortly after the woolly mammoths disappeared, I was city editor of an Albany newspaper while Ben Cohen and Jerry Greenfield were mixing up exotic ice cream on stolen land across the border in Vermont.
The ice cream universe back then was basica⛄lly vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. There was HoJo’s, sure, but you had to drive there, and now these two Long Island expats were marketing high-fat heart attacks in one-pint packages 🧜to corner groceries.
And they’d become a local sensation.
But they were looking to expand, and that required publicity, so o꧑ne day Ben (or maybe Jerry; it was a long time ago) showed up in our city room with a styrofoam cool🍰er packed with dry ice and free samples.
💖“Tell us about your product research, Jerry (o𒁏r maybe it was Ben),” we asked.
With guarded words, winks, nods and eyerolls, the secret emerged:✱ The pair hauled felony-weight weed inﷺto the countryside, lit up, watched the clouds float by, waited for munchy madness and then improvised.
Thus was inspired, am𓂃ong so many other flavors, Heath Bar Crunch —🅠 the concoction that almost killed the partnership.
They had argued bitterly over whethཧer big chunks of candy bar sh🍸ould be folded into the mix, or small chunks.
Imagine the drama.
Eventually the obvious compromise was achieved — b🍸oth big and little went into the bl🐼end, and the Ben & Jerry ice cream empire was born.
Now, maybe some of that was true. Heavy weed use is said 🍨to damage the brain — and this might explain Ben & Jerry’s Twitter feed.
But I🐈 didn’t believe a word of it, faux hippie schtick that it was. Then again, I was only there for the free ice cream — which was really, really good.
Decades pass, and Ben𓂃 & Jerry are still belti꧋ng out the bushwa.
By now, anybody who cares knows all about the obnoxious birthday greeting to America that popped ou👍t of the B&a💙mp;J Twitter account a week ago.
“The United States was founded on stolen 💦indigenous land. This Fourth of July, let’s commit to returning it.”
God, it’s all so tiresome.
Land🍌-grabbing humans have been cracking each other over the head since the species evolved. And this includes “indigenous” Americans — who in their day were among the most fearsome land-grabbing head-crackers ever to walk the planet.
And just why contemporary America is to be held exclusively to account for a project begun by the English🐼, French, Spanish and💙 Dutch more than 500 years ago is a mystery.
The United States is not perfect, and can be quite willful tꩲhat way.
But a relatively youthful country that over the past 80 years crushed one genocidal empire, contributed mightily to the destruction of another and then hot-walked a third to oblivion has nothing for which to apologize. Not in t𒁃he world we all live in.
Meanwhile, there’s an Indian leader in Vermont who is eyeing the “stolen” land occupied by B&J facilities there — 𒐪and the fellow is talking compensation.
One would guess he has two chances here — fat and none —𝓡 because despite the company’s practiced everybody-must-get-stoned vibe, the reality of Ben & Jerry’s doesn’t nearly match its righteous rhetoric.
Let’s be frank: Here’s an enterprise that for g𝔍oing on 50 years now has been peddling clogged arteries, diabetes and morbid obesity along with the Chunky Monkey.
Nobody’s forcing anybody to eat anything, for sure, but B&J has no grounds for mor🔯al preening.
Plus there’s this: Ben and Jerry made themselves a ⛄bundle —hell, they created the pr📖emium ice cream industry — and God bless’em.
Then they sold out (empha�𝔉�sis on “sold” and “out”) to Unilever — an international conglomerate with a market valuation of $128.6🍸 billion as of Friday — for a cool $326 million in cash and used some of the proceeds to support the Occupy Wall Street demonstrations of 2011.
Can you spell “hypocrite,” boys and girls?
I🐟 sure miss my Cherry Garcia — but some ♈sugar highs are just too expensive.
Email: bob@bobmcmanus.nyc
