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The pollutants we put in the soil show up in our groceries. Our treatment of the earth, of the dirt beneath our feet, is directly connected to our system of food production. The awe with which we embraced the earth, the love we once felt for the land, had been replaced by arrogance, a hubris declaring that we can do what we please, and if the soil doesn’t like it, too bad for it. The natural harmony that once defined humanity has disappeared.
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We have so degraded the soil that it has lost its material elasticity, its ability to thrive and regenerate, which means that like an overstretched rubber band, it can never be restored to full health. Everywhere we cut down trees, build huge dams, allow agriculture to contaminate the air, water, and earth. In the Global South, peasants are losing their land to rich speculators, who hold large acreages idle in anticipation of price increases. Of the land presumably reserved for farming, we grow soybeans and corn for animal feed and biofuels. We devote less and less of it to food production and more and more to mega cities, endless suburbs, and exurbs. Given our past, more than 100,000 years, it is astonishing that today, with our scientific knowledge, technological prowess, and wealth, we squander soil with reckless abandon. While we made mistakes that sometimes led to disaster, we lived in relative harmony with the soil and all of the natural world. We learned as we produced our sustenance, and developed greater understanding of how the earth yielded its bounties. For most of our time on earth, we have connected to the soil in an integral and sustaining way, taking care of it so that we could continue to harvest its gifts. Literally underlying the production of food is soil, that “mixture of minerals, organic matter, gases, liquids, and countless organisms that together support life on Earth.” Food requires soil and labor, and as should be obvious, our relationship to the soil has always been a feature of human existence. Much the same can be said about farm laborers anywhere in the world. Murrow’s documentary, Harvest of Shame, was shown on television in 1960. They are poisoned, along with their children, every day they labor, and their life expectancy, in the United States, is barely fifty years. Our crops are planted and harvested in this country by a largely black and brown workforce, poorly paid and forced to live in shacks and tents. Heavily processed and full of salt, hydrogenated oil, and high fructose corn syrup loaded with chemicals laden with pesticides grown on factory farms treated like any other mass-produced products, aimed for the market with costs per unit low and profits high. Seeing and tasting these gifts of nature can’t help but make you think of the foods most of us eat. Others have flourished long after they were planted and then abandoned. Strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, cherries sweet and sour, currants, huckleberries, apples, plums, even liliko’i (passion fruit), guava, lemons, and limes. They leave your fingers smelling like, well, strawberries. A gift from the earth, sweet, tart, wonderful, perfect. When all you have ever eaten are the overly large and often woody and tasteless strawberries sold in grocery stores, putting a wild one in your mouth is a revelation.
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No easy task as I have learned when she finds a patch big enough for me to collect some too. She remembers as she is searching the hard labor of picking the tiny berries as a girl, gathering enough for her mother to make jelly. She has a remarkable eye for them, and has found the delicate plants everywhere from along the ocean in Nova Scotia to the volcanic highlands of the Big Island in Hawai’i.
While I rest, Karen is looking for wild strawberries. I watch the clouds, puffy white in the blue sky, but soon pull a cap over my eyes and enter that state where thoughts swirl through your head and you don’t know if you’re sleeping or not. I am lying in a meadow high in the Rocky Mountains.
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