And on the 8th day, God looked down on his planned paradise and said, "I need a caretaker." So God made a farmer.
God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer.
"I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon--and mean it." So God made a farmer.
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In 1978, Paul Harvey delivered a speech at the Future Farmers of America Convention entitled, "So God Made a Farmer." It's a beautiful speech, filled with stirring imagery and capturing a romantic view of the hard working American farmer. Harvey delivers it impeccably, in his distinctive voice and often falling into a poetic torrent of description. I like the speech; even in its romanticization, it speaks to the agrarian I am at heart, and speaks to a number of truths about farmers of all stripes--not just in this country, but across the world.
Yet, Harvey gave that speech one year after Wendell Berry published The Unsettling of America, a collection of essays bemoaning the destruction of rural and farming communities throughout America. Already, the process of centralization, corporatization, destructive industrialism, and overproduction was ripping through America's farmlands, picking off farms and farmers, literally killing many of those who worked the land. From 1940 to 1970, the farm population in America dropped from an estimated 30.8 million people to 9.7 million. At the same time, the general population of the country increased by 70 million. Farmers made up 18% of the working population in 1940. By 1970, that was down to 4.6%. Two years after Harvey's speech, in 1980, there were just 3.7 million farmers, and they made up only 3.4% of the work force. The day Harvey gave his speech, most of the American farm community had already been destroyed.
In 2013, just this last Sunday, Chrysler unveiled a television advertisement featuring portions of Harvey's speech. Chrysler overlaid his eloquent words with gorgeous portraits of farmers and ranchers. For two minutes during America's annual celebration of consumption and vacuity--now one of its greatest cultural touchstones--Chrysler's ad stirred the hearts and minds of a nation of people, seducing them with a romanticized picture of American farming and evoking this country's rich agricultural heritage. At the end of those two minutes, no doubt, the vast majority of those who had felt so stirred by the words and images set forth before them went back to their Doritos and Pepsi, Budweiser and industrially-produced meat, their various repackagings of oil-soaked corn and soy, and they watched the next commercial pimping an unnecessary industrial product rooted in the destruction of the very same land that so many past Americans loved and worked. In other words, they went back to the sort of lives that have destroyed and debased American farmers--not to mention farmers across the world, creatures across the world, the very land and ecosystems that all of us here on Earth consider home.
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God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain'n from 'tractor back,' put in another seventy-two hours." So God made a farmer.
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So God made a farmer.
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Chrysler's commercial--the first, last, and only purpose of which is to sell trucks and boost their brand, let's keep in mind--doesn't present an accurate view of the American food system. The current system is one rooted largely in industrial processes, massive corporate agriculture outfits, degradation of the land, overproduction, commoditization, exploitation of migrant laborers, and the enslavement of farmers via perpetual debt cycles. Farm workers in this country are not primarily white, as the commercial might lead you to believe. They're primarily brown; a majority of agricultural workers in this country are Hispanic, most of them foreign-born. The majority of children raised on farms don't "want to do what Dad does." They leave the farm. They move to urban areas, get "good" jobs, join the industrial economy and never look back.
The hard truth is that most of this country has little interest in getting out there and putting their hands in the dirt and doing the hard work of growing and raising food. We think we're beyond that. We think we're too "advanced." We think that's something best left to less civilized people. Within the context of the myth of progress--one of the ruling ideas of our time--an agrarian society and economy is seen as less civilized and inherently worse than an industrial society and economy. It's something best left for the less developed countries. First we stopped dirtying our hands with the growing of food, then we stopped dirtying our hands with the making of actual things, and now--surprise!--we have a dysfunctional economy that no longer even provides the opportunity to keep our hands clean in the magical "information economy" that was supposed to elevate us above all the messy, nasty physical realities of our past lives. Perhaps we shouldn't have taken such a dim view of the dirt on our hands.
Chrysler and Harvey suggest to us that God makes farmers. I would submit that that's the wrong message for our time. Harvey's speech actually reveals the message we most need to hear: that work makes farmers.
God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bales, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week's work with a five-mile drive to church.
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The recurrent theme in Harvey's speech is the hard work involved in farming. While Harvey's math may occasionally be questionable (how does one complete a 40 hour work week in 36 hours, for instance?) the basic message is correct.
Farming is hard work, and it involves quite a bit of busting of one's own ass. Unfortunately, we live in a society that has so been cushioned by the ghost work force of fossil fuel slaves, that we've forgotten the hard work that's necessary for living well in this world. It's only been in the last few centuries, with the discovery of massive stores of fossil fuel energy, that we've been able to live the myth that we can survive without having to engage in hard, physical, yet rewarding labor, without having to know and intimately understand the land upon which we live, without having to have a distinct and instinctual understanding of our local ecosystems and what keeps them functioning. It's only through the brute force of massive amounts of applied energy that we've been able to escape lives rooted in the earth and our fellow multitudes of creatures. And this has made us soft. The vast majority of us no longer understand the hard work that it normally takes to live in this world. We will know again, as we continue the long and ragged process of running out of fossil fuels over the next couple centuries, but for now we are a population divorced from the hard realities of surviving on this planet.
This is my frustration with Chrysler's ad. It feeds American myths that died when everyone decided it was too much work to live the lives they exalt. It feeds our national complacence by telling us that this reality still exists--even when it largely doesn't--and provides us a comfort that requires no work, requires no change in our lives, requires no alteration of our behaviors or decisions. By weaving these quiet and comforting tales, by obsessively romanticizing lives that most people no longer bother to live, it insulates us from the hard and necessary work of actually living those lives.
And so I argue instead that we be honest about the American food system and pay attention to the real message of Harvey's speech. Don't romanticize the American food system--change it by getting involved in it. Plant a garden, grow some herbs, ditch the pre-processed and pre-packaged crap and buy whole foods, learn to cook, get a CSA, go to the farmer's market, barter with your neighbors, bake your own bread, make your own yogurt and butter, buy as much of your food as you can from local farmers who do things right. Build your own household economy and then build your local economy. Feed yourself, feed your family, feed your neighbors and help them feed you. Join your local grange. Teach your children what real food is and how to grow it. Learn to live small and within your means, with room to spare.
The food system we have now exists because of our decisions, because of the power we grant to corporations and individuals who have happily corrupted farming for their own gain, destroying farmers, rural communities, and rural economies in the process. Change your actions and decisions. Strip their power. Build a new food system. The government isn't going to do it, the corporate agricultural outfits aren't going to do it, even the farmers and farm workers aren't going to do it if we don't, through our actions, grant them the power and flexibility to change the way things are done.
It's up to us, to each of us changing the ways we live. It ain't gonna get done any other way.
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"Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life 'doing what dad does.'" So God made a farmer.
-- Paul Harvey, 1978
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We're going to have to question honestly the lives we lead today, and answer honestly about the changes we need to make. A good many of us are going to have to decide to stay put, to not leave for the city, so to speak, to not dive into the temporary luxuries of an industrial economy divorced from good and honest work, to do what dad does, what mom does, what--mostly, today--the migrant workers do. We're going to have to return to the land, to our connection with it, and to the hard and good work of living right upon it. The fossil fuel slaves and ghost acreage aren't going to last forever. The longer we ignore that fact, the worse off we'll all be.
You got a farmer in you, like the ad says? Honor it. Don't buy a fucking truck--that doesn't make you a farmer. Work the land. Grow food. Engage the household economy. Learn to live with less, build your community, turn you back on global and corporate systems that destroy the land, destroy local communities, and make us all dependent on a rickety system with an ever-approaching expiration date. Come home and begin the long and hard work of staying in place, of strengthening the land on which you live, rather than tearing it apart for temporary luxuries.
Work makes a farmer. Inspired by farmers? Well, then, get to work.
(Cross-posted from my blog, Of The Hands.)
Fri Feb 08, 2013 at 8:10 AM PT: Update (08:09, 02/08): Folks, thanks so much for the recommends, the Community Spotlight, and the Rec List. Normally, I try to respond to most comments, but I have to head off for a day at the farm and then have some social plans for this evening after work. I probably won't be back to respond to comments until late tonight or tomorrow morning. Talk amongst yourselves--and don't forget to go outside! Cook a meal. Plan a garden. Bake some bread. Thanks, all!
