Prentis reached absently through the hole in the desk and pulled out a tube of glue. "That’s all that matters. Sure, maybe we’ve cooked a little dope in Grenada, liberated a few programs, but that’s just for start-up money. We make food. And we make jobs to make food. See all those people working down there? You wouldn’t see ’em in a Stateside plant. The way we do it here, it’s labor-intensive—people who might have been farmers, making their own food, for their own country. Not just handouts, dumped from some charity plane by rich nations."