A Sense of Place

From July 15th, 2016

 Poem by Nayyirah Waheed

Poem by Nayyirah Waheed

The violence of this past week pressed deep into my heart and left me wondering what I’m doing to contribute to more justice and peace in this world, specifically for black folks. It’s often a struggle for me to articulate why I farm and I sometimes shy away from telling people the real reasons. In all honesty, it’s not to provide healthy veggies to people (although that is a perk). I farm to show people of color that we belong to this earth. Even beyond that, we have a right to thrive here and have agency and choice over what our environment looks like. It might seem like an existential concept but many people of color have their existence erased with such ease that it can sometimes feel inevitable. When I do this work, it is a daily act towards healing a culture that diminishes people of color’s experiences and replenishing it with one that deeply values our connection to earth and place. I know that this can be a complicated topic but I want to be contributing to engaging people in depthful conversations about how race impacts our day-to-day lives and what we can do to reach for justice. If you’re confused, have more questions, or are just interested in discussing this more, please get in touch!