Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Diamonds Are a War Lord's Best Friend

When I was younger I used to dream of what kind of engagement ring I would wear when I got engaged someday. Since I'm generally not big on jewelry, and jewelry snagging on clothes drives me nuts, I decided I wanted a plain platinum band with a European-set diamond, much like what our dear friend Nastily received from her wonderful beau. Simple and elegant...a fitting symbol for love, right?


But then I started hearing about how dirty the diamond business is, and I started to look at diamonds in a much different light. The diamond business has been controlled by DeBeers, which has a cut-throat monopoly on the business, for over a century. The diamond trade helps fund arms merchants, war lords, and even al Qaeda. Many so-called "blood diamonds" are mined by prisoner-laborers, basically slaves, often children. And this is supposed to symbolize eternal love?


Then I stumbled upon this article in Wired about these new machine-made diamonds, and how they could potentially give DeBeers a serious run for their money, all without forced child labor! And I realized, hey, if this is for real, I could actually get an engagement ring someday without feeling guilty & awkward about it (my only other option up until now seemed to be getting an estate ring, but those are usually too ornate for my simple tastes). The article itself is lengthy, but it's a good read, with all the makings of a good James Bond movie: Belgian gem traders, a retired Army General, secret back-room meetings, Russian scientists, clandestine companies hidden in strip-malls, covert U.S. Navy operations, high-tech semiconductors (hey, it's Wired) and even "Lithuanian amber salesmen, Nigerian tanzanite dealers, and Vegas-style cowboys in ostrich skin boots."

The machine-made diamonds are real diamonds - not cubic zirconium or anything like that. The only real difference is they are more perfect than naturally-occuring diamonds, in that the heat & pressure involved in their creation is carefully controlled throughout the growth process. Oh, and they're cheaper too, especially for supposedly "rare" colored diamonds. (Diamonds are not actually rare - DeBeers just controls the supply very tightly to maintain the illusion of scarcity.)

DeBeers' only defense against this potential man-made diamond revolution is crafty marketing (and murder & bribery, just for kicks), which unfortunately tends to fool about 99.9% of Americans. Their view? "It is not a symbol of eternal love if it is something that was created last week." Oh, but it is a symbol of eternal love if it was created and brought to you through a twisted network of slavery, scamming, and scum-sucking bastards? Okeeey. I have a lot to learn about love.

3 Comments:

At 10:02 AM, Blogger stefbot said...

damn kc, i had no idea you were such a romantic!

 
At 4:41 PM, Blogger Jess said...

Eh- always felt like diamonds were overrated, personally. Sapphires, rubies and emeralds just seem to have so much more character. But it's nice to know that DeBeers may be headed for ruin. Couldn't have happened to a more deserving cartel.

Great post, Stef. And a good excuse to post a pic of Connery as Bond. So fine.

 
At 5:06 PM, Blogger stefbot said...

Yeah I never understood the whole kookoo mentality women have for diamonds until I sat behind Kristie Yamaguchi and her hockey-player fiance at a San Jose Sharks game (my friend - and Jeremy's ex-girlfriend - Erin, worked for the Sharks' owner, so we got to sit in his seats...hence Kristie Yamaguchi's presence). She put her arm around his neck and she had this huge friggin' diamond on her finger, and it was literally jaw-droppingly beautiful. I told Erin to watch for it and the second she saw it she did a jaw-drop stare too. I always thought diamonds were bullshit, but big, expensive diamonds really do emanate their own light - it's pretty amazing.

Then Erin basically told Kristie Yamaguchi to fuck off and get out of the owner's seats and we were like, "dude, that's fucking Kristie Yamaguchi," and Erin had to kiss her ass and invite her up to the owner's skybox. Then they played Guns n' Roses and everything was good. The end.

 

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