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Thoughts on Our Daily Bread and Prison Farms

our daily bread chickens

Recently watched Our Daily Bread, a German documentary on modern food production from a couple years ago, and had mixed thoughts — which is really my preferred reaction to most issues and life in general. I found it to be both revolting, ugly and beautiful — poetic - the juxtaposition of repetitive and rhythmic work required to feed us, the shiny metal machines slicing through countless pig and cow carcasses, workers, human machines on their own, ripping out the guts out of animals continuously for hours in repetitive motions, the skinning of the carcasses by machines, constantly rotating…thousands and thousands of animals passing through slicers and cogs and rolling carpets, workers injecting semen into pigs by hand, and than the very same workers on their breaks eating their lunch (what looks like a ham sandwich in one case), on a smoke break, or workers riding a bus to get to work was a nice parallel.

our daily bread lunch break

I felt my body ache watching people do the back breaking repetitive labour required…watching workers crouched in lettuce fields, picking, bagging and placing packaged lettuce ready for the supermarket in crates in front of them monotonously, that slid into a moving truck car, with a plastic covering over the labourers with lights above so they could work throughout the night.

our daily bread spraying greenhouse

And this brings me to prison farms — CBC featured this story. Canada has 6 prison farms in the country but they are being shut down next year by mandate of the Conservative government. Which is a shame.

Proponents, like Margaret Atwood, advocate that prisons farms are great for inmates, allowing them to be productive, grow food for themselves, learn skills, earn a bit of money, and give them an opportunity to give back to the community via donations of the food they donate to food banks. A damn shame. This demonstrates a move away from focussing on rehabilitation and a move towards prison complexes à la United States. Having once volunteered with former prisoners in a small greenhouse, packaging sprouts for a food organization has shown me how effective and positive these type of programs are. I remember the camaraderie and pride shared by the men in being able to collectively grow sunflower and pea sprouts for consumption and how these skills would make them more employable in the future. It’s a tough sell though, many people do not feel any particular compassion for people who commit crimes, regardless of the circumstances or nature of the crime, preferring to see the world as white or black, good or bad. Which boggles my mind. CityFarmer lists the various reasons why we should save our prisons farms a lot more eloquently than I.

On that note, this reminds me of another story about Riverdale Farm. According to Sunday, Riverdale Farm ( read Lauren Archer’s post about the history - so fascinating!) and the land that stretches out all the way to the former Don Valley Jail used to be a prison farm back at the turn of the 19th and beginning of the 20th century, mostly inhabited by Scottish and Irish debtors aka poor people. This is apparent by the style of some of the resident houses at Riverdale Farm(particularly the former morgue– which is now the Resident House), some of the buildings’ scaffolding having brick designs layered in a particular style that is reminiscent of Scottish architecture. The prisoners were worked to death then though…

I suppose I am bias. I think we should have gardens everywhere, schools, community centres, malls, apartments, houses, parks, hospitals and various public and communal spaces — but I see the social benefits every day at work — especially as I have gotten to know many of the children in the past couple of years.

Will Allen article in the New York Times magazine

Growing Together in February

A couple weeks ago Kerria sent me a link to the New York Times magazine feature on Will Allen from Growing Power. Reading it only reinforced, fortified, intensified my admiration for the man. You should all read it to be inspired!

I was so fortunate to meet Will and furthermore attend his community food systems workshops at Growing Power in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. A bunch of us Toronto urban agricultural and aspiring urban agricultural folks took a road trip back in February of 2008 to learn about composting on a large scale (inspiring the development of the burgeoning FoodCycles project) as well as building an aquaponics system, beekeeping, sprouting on a large scale scale, red wigglers, vertical growing and starting up a community project from below. Will Allen even gave us an extra specialized workshop for us Toronto-folks so committed to the cause he is and wanting to help his neighbours.aquaponics system

Will Allen's worm handsTouring the site and seeing the various aquaponic systems raising tilapia and perch (the most commonly eaten fish in the area) and growing watercress or other greens all at the same time in a closed loop system was mind opening. Seeing the goats and chickens, hoop houses, giant piles of compost and rows of worm bins. Seeing the volunteers and the youth interns from Chicago and learning about all their other projects in the region.

The whole weekend was also a bonding experience with fellow Toronto urban agricultural enthusiasts - getting to drive with Ian, Liz and Ashlee through Michigan, Indiana, Illinois and in Wisconsin was so much fun, even if scary and frustrating at times. We got lost in the “Lansing Tladybug loveriangle”, stopped at so many gas stations in which we’d ogle the wide array of junk food and pickled egg jars, as well as had to figure out how to get back on track countless times. It was ridiculous. We ended up arriving in Wisconsin like two or three hours later than everyone else.

Apargoats goats goatst from their commitment to implement and support urban agricultural projects, what makes Will Allen and Growing Power extra, extra special is their non-dogmatic approach to sustainability, that “people do the best they can”. One thing I absolutely abhor about the environmental movement is the snotty and “high-moral” ground attitude that many people and organizations embody and exude. It can be a very elitist and classist movement! But that’s another entry (or quite a few). Their strong belief in social justice and desire to empower and include all people of colour and all income levels is refreshing in a food movement that tends to lack diversity.

Needless to say, I think things just fell into place for me after I attended Growing Power and witnessed how things could be in Toronto.

Go to my  Flickr account to see more photos of my trip.

Lazy day at the farm

Driving up to Sunderland

Driving up to the farm

I had a most relaxing and wonderful time in awhile, having the opportunity to get away for a night to a mutual friend’s farm.  Not to mention fun! After work on Saturday,  Steven and I drove (in Liz’s car) to Tony’s farm Wheelbarrow Farm. Located in Sunderland, just north of Uxbridge, settled in the rolling and gently slopping hills of Ontario’s Greenbelt. Just amazingly fertile and beautiful country. I had been there last year, the first year that Tony was farming, but in July when everything was in bloom and the place was just bursting with greens, leaves, peas, root vegetables and flowers.

People meandering in around the hoop house

People meandering in around the hoop house

Not so much the case in May, but you could see how everything was just about to go in full harvest mode. I was really happy to walk around the premises and see what Tony has in store for this year’s harvest, especially since we got a Community Shared Agriculture (CSA) this year for the first time ever. From June to October I will be getting a  mixed ‘basket’ of organic vegetables and other goodies from what I have gleamed.

Tony’s farm is exemplary of a ‘mixed-farm’, and perhaps the closest thing I have seen that comes close to my grade 6 project in which I had to map out my dream farm (It was extensive and elaborate. I will have to find it so I can scan and post it in the future). On ten acres Tony, with the help of his interns, brother Chris and father Ken, is growing a wide array and variety of greens, root vegetables, squashes, tomatoes, peppers, peas, beans, corn(!), garlic, leeks, raspberries, strawberries, garlic, kiwi berries(!) and other things I can’t remember. Moreover, he’s also just recently started cultivating a fruit orchard (apples and peaches?!), nut orchard (”ready for 2012!”) and other endeavours that will certainly pay off in the future, hopefully.

Not to mention, Tony is raising heritage Berkshire pigs and silkie chickens.

Tony had invited a bunch of us to stay over for the weekend, a good mix of city and farmer folk. Some of us helped with some weeding and extending the pig pen. We fed the pigs and toured the premises marveling over the land. I spent some time trying to catch the silkie chickens and holding them. A bunch of us made dinner (salad from the farm, jerk chicken made by Steven, Guinness-coke marinated ribs made by Andrew, pickled eggs from Adrian, delicious vegan stir fry rice noodle dish made by Long, veggie burgers, grilled asparagus and roast sweet potatoes) and we ate, drinking laughing and conversing by the fire until past 1 am.

Liz and I managed to make ’sbananas’ as Tony calls them (chocolate stuffed
bananas made by slitting the fruit and peel) late at night and we cautiously ate the steaming fruit full of velvety melted chocolate (we BBQ-ed them) with our bare hands (except for Liz who somehow got a hold of a spoon).

The next day, after a breakfast of raspberry chocolate pancakes and a LOT of coffee, and cleaning, we went to visit the Alpacas next door.

Despite being sneezed and snotted on by one back in November at the Royal Agricultural Fair, I had no reservation getting close to them. They were so goofy looking with their poofy hair-dos and ‘leg warmers’. There are no photos, but they looked funny as they simultaneously looked up at us curiously, their long necks stretched out and floppy fuzzy hair cuts.

One of them was particularly friendly. And only gently nibbled on our hands when we fed him/her grass and petted its head.

We stopped for fried pickles on our way home, as per tradition.

After a short jaunt in Uxbridge, we decided to stop in to Richters before driving back to Toronto, basically a gardener’s wet dream with its massive greenhouse and variety of plants, and despite being crammed in the car with people and stuff, Liz and I got fig plants, and Kristin got a passion flower. The drive back was also fantastic and I felt particularly privileged to witness some of best agricultural land in the world. It just blows my mind, what can be grown not far from the city, but mostly also, that most people in Toronto or those living in urban centres do not get to see where or how food grows…

It was hard to go back to the city.

Two Sundays ago - Dig In continued

I haven’t had a chance to write about two Sundays ago, even though I keep meaning to. It was a jammed packed 12 hours!

Dave, fellow Dig In-er, picked me up at the Peterborough bus station and together we drove to Douro-Dummer, where this tri-country youth food sovereignty conference was taking place. The conference was held at this lovely cottage country inn on the water. Delegates from Canada, Jamaica and Nicaragua were coming together for a week to work on developing a collaborative policy paper, with both a global north and south perspective, to present to their respective governments on how to tackle food security issues in their countries and communities.

This ambitious project put on by Jamaica Self-Help and Horizons of Friendship is exciting, and we were lucky to be invited to do the opening workshop. As someone who is just slowly getting into public speaking and presenting, and who gets terribly, terribly nervous speaking in front of people, especially adults, I had a lot of fun. It definitely helped that Dave was my partner in crime. Our workshop, was an extension of the previous Dig In workshop we put on back in November as well as a nod to the Stomach This youth conference I helped Meal Exchange with back in March. Overall, we seemed to get a really good reception and it was interesting to hear the differing view points from the Jamaican and Nicaraguan in contrast to the Canadian delegates with regards to their visions of what a food sovereign society and community looks like from a local and global perspective. The Jamaican delegates for example had a vision of food sovereignty that included more involvement from the government.

Getting there was just as fun, as I have never heard of Douro-Dummer and have never seen that part of the province, saw my first wild turkey which we almost ran over (the turkey was walking so slow and seemed so unfazed that I think we could have just caught it with our bare hands and little trickery), passed  and celebrated the scary 30, 000 mile/kilometre audometre in Dave’s  car(nothing happened), “hey, look a unicorn!”, ate pistachio nuts of which many fell into the crooks and crannies of the old vehicle for Dave to find later when he goes on his road trip up North, and Dave is just good company all around.

I await the outcome of the conference and project. Will anything concrete come out of it?