Dear Publix Executives and Shareholders,
Yesterday I watched in horror as one of my favorite companies made me ashamed and angry for my loyalty to its brand. Today I watched the James Beard Award Winning documentary, Food Chains Film, with my 10-year old son and found myself in a terrible position, looking for a way to defend the way my family chooses to spend a huge chunk of our monthly budget.
As the credits rolled Tristan asked, "Why do we shop somewhere that doesn't care about people who don't look like us?"
The images of Coalition of Immokalee Workers disappointed faces replaying in my mind, I had no answer for him. All I could say is, "Maybe will have to figure out a new place to shop."
I don't know where that place is.
I stopped shopping at Walmart in 2003, the year I started learning what a force for evil that company is in our state. I am an advocate for fair foods and healthy diets. My family spends a big part of our budget and an even bigger part of our time on our daily meals. To say that I am outraged at Publix's stubborn refusal to treat the farmers who pick their produce with basic human dignity would be a gross understatement.
My lifelong belief that Publix is the closest thing to a neighborhood store you can get these days has been shattered. I wasn't naive, but I grew up with you guys–watching as Publix grew from a Florida-centric small chain into a juggernaut.
As a Polk County native, I watched the growth of the Publix brand with pride.
Many of my friends have worked at Publix over the years. Your reputation for being good to employees and good to the communities surrounding your stores made me feel proud. I thought your company just might be able to be an example that others would follow.
How naive I was.
It seems Publix, just like Walmart, sold its soul in favor of profits.
Brand loyalty really isn't my thing, but Publix has always been the exception.
I grew up in Frostproof, just a 45-minute drive from your world headquarters. We went there on field trips when I was a kid.
In high school the Publix jobs were the most sought after–the only place a teenager could make a decent hourly wage. In college a friend planned his whole future around becoming a Publix store manager.
I remember the first time I shopped in a now-closed Publix in Avon Park, Florida. I was nine years old and attending my first sleepover with a friend. Her mother suggested we grab a quart of ice cream and loaded us into the family mini van. As a girl who grew up shopping at Save-A-Lot, I remember what it felt like to see those little green tiles at the front door and the pristine mint-colored vests on the workers.
Shopping at Publix was nothing like the weekly grocery shopping experience of my family. The associates were helpful, the isles pristine and the atmosphere soothing.
I remember thinking, "Publix must be where rich people buy their groceries."
After wandering through the aisles long enough to try a few samples, we checked out with our ice cream and the nice lady at the cash register handed me and my friend matching pink balloons with a pack of smarties attached to the end. As we exited the sliding glass doors, I turned around for one last look at this enchanting store and saw the Publix slogan for the first time: "Where shopping is a pleasure."
And it was.
That day, while I was still at the beginning of my journey as a cook and foodie, I promised myself that someday I would be a Publix customer just like my friend's mommy. I promised myself grocery shopping would be something to smile about, not something to dread.
For 14 years it has been. For 14 years Publix has made my trips to the grocery store something I look forward.
Today that all changed.
Today my weekly grocery trips became something I am ashamed of.
I am 31 this year and have loyally kept that childhood promise to make Publix my go-to store.
Given my weekly grocery budget, plus a few last-minute stops each week and adding in an addiction to your subs, I estimate that I have spent around $150,000 in your stores over the years. That number may not be significant on your balance sheet, but when you consider that I have shopped almost nowhere else for that many years, it's brand loyalty that is pretty hard to come by in today's competitive marketplace.
Beyond dollars I've spent myself, I have been a Publix advocate. Arguing for the validity of shopping there over other grocery stores for years, despite the often higher prices.
But how can I teach my children to be conscientious and moral human beings and continue to support a company that puts profits above the most vulnerable people?
How can I continue to advocate for paying higher prices when it doesn't translate to stronger communities?
Walmart lost my business because of their disregard for human dignity and the environment, but Walmart shoppers have the convenient out of the store's low prices as an excuse to keep shopping there. I think this is crap, but it's something. I can make no argument other than laziness to continue my trips to Publix until this situation is resolved.
Publix is based in Lakeland, Florida, smack dab in the middle of the once-great Florida citrus industry and just a few hours from most of your Florida-based suppliers. Your organization has a responsibility to share the loyalty, good fortune and prosperity we've given you with the rest of your community.
In the years I've been a customer, you've always done a good job of being a good steward to the people who can afford to shop at your stores. Now, as Publix experiences unprecedented growth and prosperity, you have a responsibility to help grow that category, to help raise the workers who pick your produce out of poverty so they can afford to be your customers too. To paraphrase Henry Ford, if your supply chain cannot afford to buy your products, you've got yourself a problem.
I know many of you have been Publix employees throughout this period of rapid growth for your company. I know you understand intimately how doubling your income can change the entire course of your life. The one cent per pound extra that the CIG asked for would double the salaries of hundreds of farm workers in our state.
The farm workers of Florida may not be your employees, but you are responsible for their livelihoods. You can change their lives, if you have the will to extend the Publix hospitality I'm so fond of to all resident of Florida, not just the ones who look like you.
Sincerely,
A Customer Who Believes in Fair Foods
