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the farmer veteran project

The Farmer Veteran Project

Up until the time Tennessee was born I was working on a project for Vittles Films about farmer Doug Jones. After Tennessee I have not had the time or energy to focus on much besides baby and my job. At some point I will be able to get back to the film, but for now what I can do is help get another Vittles project finished.

The Farmer Veteran Project (working title) is an in-progress documentary film about a combat veteran seeking a new way to serve his country after multiple years fighting in America’s longest wars.

Alex Sutton is a combat veteran with six tours in Afghanistan and Iraq. In 2008 an IED explosion ended his military service and destroyed his legs. Back home in North Carolina, medically discharged and standing on new titanium legs, Alex still possesses a strong desire to serve his country. He believes that he can do this best through farming.

After many years of witnessing death in war zones, Alex now finds himself surrounded by life. He devotes most of his agrarian aspirations to raising heritage birds, a variety of egg-laying breeds facing extinction. Watching chicks hatch calms him, but his mind and body are still deeply damaged.He suffers excruciating physical pain and must take a heavy regimen of medications to abate severe PTSD. With the steadfast care of his wife, Jessie, Alex fights for a life of purpose. Their story is about finding possibility in the face of pain and what happens when soldiers return home.

Please consider supporting the Kickstarter campaign and getting this important and ambitious film made.

 

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Trace lives in Durham, NC with his partner Kristin. They were joined by baby Tennessee Lynn in April 2012.
Trace is not a talker. Trace also thinks it is a little weird to talk about himself in the third person.

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return of the mulchers

Return of the mulchers

After taking two very hot months off, the Crop Mob has returned to work. While we were resting, watching the drought march on and otherwise getting irritated with the heat, several new crop mob groups began around the country – Denver, Findlay Ohio, Olympia, Austin.

Now, freshened from rest and with plenty of built up demand to participate, the plan is to complete four mobs in two months with two of the mobs organized as “mini-mobs” with several nearby locations getting mobbed simultaneously.

In August we returned to Spence’s Farm to do some of the tasks that we do best – pull weeds, make large piles of compost disappear and lay down mulch.


This past Sunday we split up to hit three location in Durham. The Interfaith Food Shuttle’s urban farm plus the home gardens of several long time mob participants.

Kristin and I attended the mob at Steph and Steven’s house, turning a lot full of English ivy and wire-grass into several nicely cleaned up and mulched garden areas.



I am excited to see many, many first time crop mob participants. Ever expanding and pushing the model forward, I am still in awe at how it all continues to come together and function so well.

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  1. Glad the mulching is back. As you know, I believe mulching is part of the ethos of Crop Mob :-)

    Here’s a link to the stuff on leftism I mentioned last night: http://less-art-more-meat.blogspot.com/2011/09/leftism-lenin-engels.html

new york times field report plow shares

New York Times “Field Report: Plow Shares”

Christine Muhlke of the New York Times Magazine spent an overcast January day at a Crop Mob event right around the corner from Circle Acres.  She said the article would be out in April, but it must have gotten bumped up somewhere along the line.  A few weeks ago she gave me the heads up that it would be out at the end of February.  The online version is up now, but if you have access to a newsstand you can get the print version of the magazine this Sunday.

The farmer Trace Ramsey, who is part of the Mob core as well as its documentarian, has watched the young-farmer phenomenon explode. ‘People are interested in authentic work,’ he said. ‘I think they’re tired of what they’ve been told they should accomplish in their life, and they’re starting to realize that it’s not all that exciting or beneficial from a community perspective or an individual perspective.’ At 36, Ramsey joked that he’s the old man of the project — remarkable considering the average American farmer is 57. But as people of all ages become involved, he said, ‘what started as a young-farmer movement is just becoming a farmer movement.’

Full story – Field Report: Plow Shares by Christine Muhlke

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lending hands on the lands

Lending hands on the lands

A new crop mob started up last weekend, this one focusing on the eastern Triangle area.  This crop mob organizes under the name Guerrilla Growfair

Guerrilla Growfair is a group of agrarian rebels, many with substantial farming experience, that get together to swiftly combat a big project. The group uses unconventional tactics in the form of ambushes and raids to attack its enemies who are less mobile, but larger in force. Enemies include, but are not limited to; wiregrass, Johnson grass, crab grass, infertile soil, and impervious surfaces.

The type of work done could range from installing a garden at someone’s house to cultivating a field for a farmer that is behind on planting this season. The goal of the project is not to offer free labor, but to unite the community for the simple cause of feeding everyone. There is a lack of cheap nutritious foods in certain areas of Raleigh and these areas are known as food deserts. In a food desert the only type of food you’ll find is fast and greasy. Our goal is simple… to erect an oasis in every desert.

The Guerrilla Growfair tagline? Lending hands on the lands.

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Boss bites on my shoes

what happens when your friends become your food

What happens when your friends become your food

I spend quite a bit of time with our pigs.  Although they are doing work for circleAcres, they could be considered my project.  I move their fence and dumpster their food and make sure their house is in order.  This isn’t to say that the other folks don’t help out with all this, but I am the primary contact with the three piggles.

I pull the lice out of their ears.  That alone makes us pretty tight.

Boss bites on my shoes

Kristin has become attached to them, giving them their nightly belly scratching and making sure they have enough of everything that they need.  As I alluded to in a previous post, it is because of her view of the way these pigs live that she may be able to eat them when the time comes.  She has been vegan/vegetarian for thirteen years, about half her life, so it is a step that has not been considered lightly or without questions.

Slug says hey

I spent some time as a vegan/vegetarian, some five years or so, but as the saying goes, “if you aren’t now then you never were”.  Or maybe that is a straightedge thing.  My reasons for that life were political and human based, focusing largely on the interactions of people in the food system.  Animal rights and treatment were a close secondary consideration but not the major thrust for action.  Living that life greatly informed my decision to eat entirely local and make a conscious decision every time I make a food purchase.

Alf eats some cabbage

I have eaten meat for the last few years and, with very few exceptions, I know exactly where that meat comes from.  I have to allow some exemptions (such as the weekly free lunch at a church in Pittsboro), but I have to have a pretty good reason and it has to be from a local restaurant or store.

But in a few months, all my pork will have come from a few hundred yards away.

Boss in the pasture

This brings up the issue of how to deal with ending the life of an animal who has shared your space and your time and your close interactions.  I haven’t had to actually address the feelings before simply because this will be the first time I have raised an animal with the intent to eventually kill and eat it.

All three piggles

I can say that the best way to avoid any attachment is to treat the animal simply as a machine, a machine that needs to be checked on once in awhile in order to change the oil or put more fuel in the tank.  This is how many farmers treat everything on their farm – human labor, soil, resources.  Since I am trying to live a new example, I cannot get away with treating non-human farm residents as inferior or not worth any extra effort.  They are not machines; none of the components around me is a machine although sometimes I fail to see that.

All three piggles

I need to know firsthand that I have created a space in which the pigs feel safe, cared for and unstressed and are able to fully enjoy being pigs.  This means mud holes and tall grass, real dirt and kind words.  It means that when it comes down to it there can be some sort of peace between the killer and the killed, that the sadness and harshness of the process of taking lives can be tempered in some way and that life up until the end can be human interpreted as “happy”.

Without trying to justify any action, we, as the users of this food, have to take responsibility for the actions needed to place a meat meal on our plates.  We cannot do that unless we know where our food comes from.

 

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Trace lives in Durham, NC with his partner Kristin. They were joined by baby Tennessee Lynn in April 2012.
Trace is not a talker. Trace also thinks it is a little weird to talk about himself in the third person.

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14 Responses to What happens when your friends become your food

  1. Logan MB says:

    This is a great post, Trace. Thanks for taking the time to articulate the thoughts that I know many people share.

    Looking forward to seeing y’all soon!

  2. Brian says:

    I respect your efforts Trace. Looking forward to getting to read the commentary, if you choose to post one, after the meal; again if there is one….

  3. Dave says:

    I imagine it will be a very long moment when you raise up whatever item you are planning to kill him or her with. You’re obviously not the typical person who raises animals for slaughter or slaughters them for a living. They have come to see the animal as a commodity, or at worst, a piece of living garbage to be dealt with (I would think it the only way to do this regularly). Their actions are not filtered through a thoughtful perspective and they can kill without questioning. Or maybe not; I don’t really know.

  4. William says:

    Hi Trace,

    Enjoy your photography and commentary! And I appreciate the thought you have put into the dilemma of killing and consuming your piggie pals. That thought process alone sets you apart from the vast majority of animal farmers in the world. You are definitely to be commended for creating a lifestyle for your pigs that lets them express all their porcine sensibilities — their “pigness,” as Joel Salatin likes to say. The pictures of your co-laborers on your farm gives evidence of the healthy life you’ve provided for them.

    Could I add another thought here (as a vegan)? I think the very fact that you care about the dilemma you’ve created (killing that which you have “created” and grown to care for) is evidence that harvesting animals for food is an unnatural act. It’s easy to grow to feel the same way about a pig as we do about a dog or cat. They all enjoy belly rubs and ear-scratches and demonstrate pure pleasure that a tomato plant or tractor can not. You are certainly accurate to conclude that farm animals aren’t machines. It’s why we don’t kill and eat our pet dogs while they do in other cultures. There is obvious a lot of cultural confusion about what to do with animals we grow to care about. I think your sensitivity to the needs and ultimate end of your pigs is evidence that something in you/us wants NOT to kill them and eat them.

    That reality then begs the question, Why should we? There is nothing in animal flesh that we need for good health that is not available in plants (with the possible exception of vitamin B-12 which, if we didn’t sanitize and cook our field crops, we’d get plenty of from the naturally-occurring bacteria that produce B-12)—and much that we don’t need (saturated fat, cholesterol, etc.). Therefore, eating animal flesh ultimately boils down to appetite and economics: Meat (fat) has a taste humans grow to like, and raising animals free-range is perhaps economically motivating.

    So if taste and economics are the two main reasons for eating animals, we’ve only complicated our dilemma: We have now elevated our taste and pocketbook as higher values than the existence and pleasure of other sentient beings. In other words, we have to say to our porkers (chickens, cows), “I don’t need to kill you in order to be healthy, but I’m going to kill you because you taste good and you’re worth more to me dead than alive.” Ouch! No wonder we feel conflicted about the act.

    Please don’t take my thoughts as adversarial, Trace. As I’ve said, I commend you for the public and deliberate way you’re working through your relationship to the animals you’re raising. I hope other animal farmers will learn from your example and that your commentary will stimulate further helpful and healthy dialogue on what is, at best, a complicated issue.

    Ultimately, of course, I wish the human race could learn to co-exist with the non-human species in a non-confrontational way. Idealistic, perhaps, but as a Bible reader I see that peaceful coexistence was the pattern in the beginning (Genesis 2:19-20) and will be in the coming peaceable kingdom (Isaiah 11:6-9). Both man and animals were apparently created to be vegan (Genesis 1:29-30), though that pattern has been maligned through the ages. But I still think it represents the ideal to strive for. Dilemmas are not always avoidable, but the original plant-based pattern for living allows us to avoid the self-imposed angst we feel about loving, then consuming, our non-human friends.

    Thanks again for sharing your thoughts and providing a forum for feedback and discussion. Best wishes in all your endeavors and efforts to create a food “system” that is sustainable and satisfying to all its participants, human and non-human alike.

  5. Trace says:

    William –

    Thanks for the comments. One of the reasons I choose to eat meat, eggs and cheese again is that I was unable to meet my dietary needs with a local plant based diet. I tried not to eat fortified manufactured foods and my health suffered for it. During, but mostly after, my illness I became a “post-vegetarian food activist”, one of many that seem to populate my generation of anarchists.

    I don’t feel that it is unnatural to live among non-human animals and eventually eat them. We enter a very symbiotic relationship of work and give and take that connects us among distinct seasons and other points of time.

    I disagree on the statement about meat that it has “much that we don’t need (saturated fat, cholesterol, etc.)”. The human body uses fat and cholesterol for a reason, and I think the only reason humans have been able to colonize the bulk of the planet is because of access to non-plant sources of energy (be they insects, meat, milk or eggs). Urbanization has allowed for the ease of transitioning to a vegan diet, but I would wager that a collapse of civilization would erase that ease within months. Not that I think that will happen but it must be acknowledged.

  6. Ali says:

    I am in awe.

    I completely respect your ability to do this & have to say as a meat eater my whole life (although no pork for over a decade), I don’t think I would have the strength to eat one I have grown to love & who has learned to trust me. Good luck & I hope you realize how special you all are living this life. Inspiring… yet again. :)

  7. Salla says:

    I just found your blog, and I appreciate it very much! In those beautiful pictures of your pigs you very well capture the dilemma of a sensitive carnivore. But isn’t it so that since we humans are so timid when facing our own mortality, we don’t want to be confronted by the fact that life, in order to go on, requires death? The more we are into prolonging our own lives by unnatural means, the less we want to know of death, not as it is in movies or computer games, but for real. I was 29 before I saw a dead person for the first time, and yet I don’t know if I could ever bring myself to kill an animal bigger than a mosquito. But I see it as the only way we have: to face and embrace death, life and rebirth, and accept our own weakness and mortality. Then we can perhaps try to go on with living on this planet Earth, a bit more in sync with it than we are now.

  8. Morgan says:

    I have thought and rethought whether to switch to a vegetarian or vegan diet and I’ve decided for the time being that my family would be well-served by reducing our meat intake to a few times a week (local and responsibly raised), but not eliminating it all together. As with a lot of of lifestyle changes, it is easier to achieve an 80 percent change than a 100 percent change (i.e. raw food diet or car-free lifestyle). Plus, I’ve read that soy — which many vegans rely on for protein — presents its own health and environmental problems.

    By the way, I just wrote about NC farmers who have made the switch from CAFO to pastured pork, so people of all stripes and backgrounds are trying to make a difference:

    http://www.news-record.com/blog/52580/entry/67616

  9. David says:

    Human selfishness never ceases to amaze me.

  10. Kathy says:

    I could never raise any animal with the intent of raising it for food….I’d rather eat tree bark.

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  12. janet babin says:

    Thanks to Trace for posting. And to William for articulating so beautifully.
    i wonder now about Kristin….and whether she’s still a vegan.

  13. Trace says:

    Janet:

    No, she is not. She has been eating the pork since last December. We currently have three pigs that are nearing the end of their stay with us. I think the sadness is just as strong or stronger this year as it was last year, but this is how we have chosen to live. In order to do that we have to kill.

    Trace

  14. Perpetua says:

    I just read this post–realize its a little out of date–however–I completely see your thought process on this. And I completely admire it. That said—I could never create that situation for myself. Oh my goodness!!! I already know I would be living with those three pigs in the house by the time Winter came. You are very brave–not so much for the killing part—but for setting up that situation–or is it an expirement?– in your life and to keep on with it. I keep saying I want a small farm down the line, so, maybe I’ll be stronger when that time comes. For now, I’ll just say WOW. And I would be interested to hear the End of the Story. Oh and also—your point about Veganism not being able to last the break down of society is so correct in my humble view. A deciding factor in my personal ethics–when terms of “natural” and “unnatural” come up, are along those lines. Not that I am expecting apocolpyse any time soon, but I do factor in that kind of questioning.

farm or die a revised manifesto

Farm or Die – A Revised Manifesto

A few months ago I wrote an essay that became known as “A Young Farmer Manifesto” for this blog and also for Civil Eats.  That piece spoke to many people and generated a lot of emails and comments and such from farmers, city slickers, eaters and everyone in between.  It also brought me an opportunity to write for an upcoming compilation of essays about the young farmer experience.

So I edited and added and doubled the length of the original.  It was eventually rejected for the compilation because there was not a personal story involved.  I am working to fix that by writing another bit on my own journey to this point, but the original essay will most likely have a new life as the preface to my photography book project.

So, here it is for your review, the new and improved New Blood For the Old Body, a “Farm or Die” screed for those of you stuck in Accounts Payable or the IT Department or some other place where you know you don’t belong.  Join us in the creation of a new agrarian experience…

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Many of us never meant to become farmers. We had our ambitions to enter the world as accountants or lawyers or teachers or some other clean, respectable professional. We never really thought about the origins of our food or questioned the intentions of those who screen out the realities of farming; we always knew that the supermarket shelves would fill themselves, food came in boxes or cans ready to serve and farmers were simply one dimensional photographs in the mix of a hot new marketing campaign. Sustainable and industrial agriculture held meaningless differences, no more distinction than competing national brands of light duty trucks or diet soda.

But then something happened. In the previously steady route of our lives, a shift occurred. The soil moved under us somehow, got stuck in the creases of our pants, in the ridges of our shoes, in the lines of our palms. Suddenly white picket fences, situation comedies and mutual fund returns didn’t seem so interesting anymore. The big ball game and the driving range became distractions from the reality of a new love affair. We got hooked on the possibilities of growing our own food and also providing that food to others.

The epiphany was likely different for many of us. Maybe a friend took us to a farmers market. Maybe someone had a plate of local hamburgers or collards at a picnic. Maybe the news of some global food disaster made us question the monocultures piled high on our plates. Maybe a real life farmer entered our life.

For a few of us, those with farming in our past – a childhood spent in the fields of the big farms or the family plots, throwing rocks into the hedgerows for little or no pay or watching over milking machines in the stench of industrial sized barns – there was no love, no kind of encouragement, no appreciation for our part in the dynamics of food production. We were simply limbs and calluses then, small gears in a giant cranking clock. We left the farm to pursue something else only to be pulled back hard when it became apparent that we could abandon everything that farming once meant to us. We could make it ours.

Still others came to farming from DIY and anti-authoritarian backgrounds, building urban community gardens or putting up food in anarchist collectives. Gardening always had a community aspect to it, but we wanted something more. We knew that we could do the work, that we had the right vision and skills. We just needed the access and the resources to get started.

Regardless of how we arrived at this point, here we are; we will call ourselves farmers from now on. We are transplants from cities, dropouts from university systems and ex-corporate shufflers. We are mothers and sons and grandparents, masters in communications, colorful documentarians, shy propagandists. Most of all, we are teachers and students inhabiting the same bodies and breathing the same air.

Our young and new farmer movement is made up of many itinerant folks, traveling to places we want to see, gaining knowledge we never thought we would need and forming the basis for our own theories on agriculture. Our commonality with the landed and the stable is the soil and its layers. More specifically, our bond is in the ways we approach that soil and our desire to grow food in a way that builds on a sense of the farmer never dying. The immortality is not functional but symbolic – if you imagine that you will need to use a piece of soil forever, you will never intentionally do it harm.

This intentionality is not a new idea, but neither is it very well known in the information age. It is buried in our collective past, not necessarily waiting to be discovered, but intact and beckoning nonetheless. To get to the guts of it, we are throwing away the agricultural methods of our parents and grandparents, even subverting our great-grandparent’s proud thoughts of survival amidst the coming surpluses. Things may appear as cobbled together bits of dust and weight and worn out shovels, but its functionality in an agrarian way of life is apparent with very little inspection.

We stand in the books and plots and ideas of the past, pulling out the rusty pages and diseased cells in order to build something practical from the obsolete and misinterpreted, rewiring the seed catalogs, rewilding the crosswalks, reconnecting the pastures to the kitchens.

So here we are, doing more than is required of us, daily pushing the boundaries of our bedtimes, our muscle structure, our hunger pains, our balance of minimalist living conditions with the reality of satisfying relationships. We don’t need justification for living this life, but that rejection of validation won’t feed or shelter our families or protect our chickens from roaming dogs. We have concrete needs – access to land, to capital, to markets – but we cannot ignore the bounty before us as we seek to satisfy these needs.

We have to live farming as it happens, at our level, at the pace that we can move. The weeds don’t and won’t pull themselves; the new beds won’t magically appear out of spilt potting mix or the crumbs of a quick dinner of sandwiches among the paths. Anyone who tells you that growing food is simple is a lunatic. Anyone who tells you that having animals lessens the physical workload is a liar. But we stick the possibilities of a simpler, easier way of life in the context of the larger ecology, the massive inebriation that defines the world and my generation. If we are to sober up, we need to get moving.

We are bridging eras, going about tasks the hard way but with newer tools and even newer outlets, burrowing into ancient methods and supplementing with our own big-brained flourishes. A generation of reclamation, telling our story to groups of people that may have never been inspired to so much as think about how a piece of grass might pop from a crack in the sidewalk. The whisper is that we are here to exploit those cracks, get our dirty fingernails scratched with asphalt and debris while attempting to save the disorientated souls of the material apocalypse. We young farmers have the double task of growing food for the community as well as being able to communicate about the process and our decisions in spaces that are new and possibly uncomfortable.

The pictures we take of ourselves hang in art shows and stand out in glossy magazines; our recipes are printed on cardstock and handed out at tradeshows; our words bring excitement to readers wishing that they too could participate in the riot that is small scale sustainable agriculture. This riot exists outside the handshakes and millionaires of the agra-political grease machines, knowing, with the certainty of the tides, that the transactions we despise will occur no matter how long we scream, no matter how far we march, no matter how many letters we write. It is not defeatist or abandonment of the successful tactics of the past, just recognition that we can do much better with the actual actions of farming in sustainable ways, demonstrating to the consumers and wholesalers and value-adders that we are successful despite their dismissals. We cannot change the culture without changing the culture; yelling and otherwise carrying-on never has set a sweet fruit or fed a piglet, and I will bet it never will.

We love this life – we have to – but sometimes we can feel that we don’t own it, that it owns us and grips us in a way that will never shake us loose. In those moments of weight we can only shrug, pull on the rubber boots and move deliberately until the fireflies speckle the whippoorwills’ breaths. Throughout all the highs and lows we can look at ourselves over and over again knowing that, if we stick to our ideals, we can do noble and appropriate work no matter what happens.

We are the new blood in the old body.

2 Responses to Farm or Die – A Revised Manifesto

  1. Terry says:

    Hey Trace, I’m Danielle’s cobber-friend & we met at your cropmob. I think it’s time that I fess up & let you know how much sustenance I’ve been getting out of your writing. During the few weeks after the cob workshop, I read your entire blog, start to finish. It was like food, more important than food, I just couldn’t get enough of it. I’ve been dreaming the homestead dream for 20+ years now, and am finally just getting to it, with my own 10 acres not too far from yours. The cob workshop was a turning point for me. I’d been wanting to do the homestead thing for so long, but now I know that I need to. There is no turning back.
    Also, the original of this article rang so deeply true when I read it. I was, at that point, in the throws of struggling at being thrust back into my “regular” life, when I knew that my energy/life force/whatever would be so much better spent barefoot in mud. Your writing has touched me, and sustained me, and I want to thank you for that.
    Another post that hit ground zero was the brief comment along side that haunting b&w photo, ending with “but we just may be alone”. Isn’t it just lovely to know, now with contact from Spain, that we are not alone at all. . .
    Blessings, Terry

  2. Dee says:

    Trace, Terry and others who stumble on this amazing blog,

    Please know that you are definitely not alone, especially here in Chatham County. You are the future, part of a growing movement of people fully dedicated to growing and/or promoting sustainable, whole, healthy food in their own backyards or close to them. When I moved to Chatham 30 years ago, just about everyone grew their own food, some commercially, most just enough to feed their households. But you couldn’t find a ripe tomato in the supermarket if your life depended on it, even at the height of the growing season.

    Now there are some 250 sustainable farms in the Greater Triangle area, most of them with 3 acres or less in production, many with 1-2 acres. There are more than two dozen CSAs,and about 30 Farmers Markets. We have the largest organized farm tour i the nation and the most recent one had arecord-breaking attendance. Most of the small farmers I know have no trouble selling their food. In fact the demand exceeds the supply. The recession has only made this even moreso, despitewhat the media say, as consumers continue to seek out authentic food that they can prepare at home.

    The biggest challenge is getting started. Land prices are high. But there are folks willing to lease or trade some of their land in exchange for a modest share of the crop, such as a share in a CSA.After all, they will get a big break on their property taxes and the satisfaction of seeing someone productively lose their land for sustenance.

    I’m writing about all of this on my blog,and hopefully for a book about our emerging local food scene,and I look forward to an opportunity to chat with you some day. Trace, you’re a wonderful writer and thinker and I wish you the very best in fulfilling your dream and sharing it with others.

    Best,
    Dee Reid
    Pittsboro
    http://sustainablegrub.wordpress.com

crop mob guerrilla agrarians in the information age

Crop Mob – Guerrilla agrarians in the information age

I have been involved in the Crop Mob since the first time the group convened to do work last October. I missed the initial meeting of people who created the idea and named it, so I take no credit for its inception only its implementation.  I push the idea whenever and wherever I can, attending every call of the Mob in the process.


I have been a strong proponent of the young agrarian movement, writing essays, giving interviews, taking photographs. The Crop Mob is the physical realization of all those words and images, the sinew, muscle and breath behind the imagination.

With the Crop Mob there exists the possibility of something beyond what we usually perceive of as farming.

The idea is bigger than barn-raisings, more technical than workshops, more thoughtful than textbooks. It is guerrilla agrarianism in the information age. Maybe that isn’t an apt description, but when I watch shovels hitting dirt on a foreign farm with a crew assembled using email, social networking and word of mouth, it surely feels like it.

The Crop Mob is unstoppable, yet flawed on some levels.  Reciprocity from the farmers we have helped is greatly lacking.  We are all busy, yes, but if we are to keep donating our labor, the labor pool must continue to snowball and include previous beneficiaries of that labor.  On that end we can improve our pitch, farms can understand better what they are getting and everyone involved can get what they need out of the day.

We are not unskilled; we bring decades of combined experience in dozens of areas – bed building, fencing, transplanting, harvesting, permaculture, food/farm activism, media outreach – so we are capable of making substantial impacts in a handful of hours.

Where to from here?  The next step may be to franchise the idea or mutate it or trim it down or use it differently.  In the meantime we will continue to do what we have been doing – showing up and getting shit done.

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  1. Trace and mob,
    LOVE your existence so so much. It is a brilliant thing on the face of the earth, beyond the Piedmont.

    I appreciate hearing concerns and needs for its continued success; I’d also like to hear the factors you can name that have been vital in creating is as is. Seems this area is rich beyond measure in young activists with a tremendous range of skills who have this cooperative vision and spirit. We are very blessed.

    I’m curious about your thought to franchise . . . I’m guessing I’m missing your meaning as to me to franchise is to sell rights to an idea? . . . (as in RRFM, no one is profiting on that concept, just spreading them like wildfire)? What are the insights you could offer to locales where perhaps that resource exists but is not so visible or cohesive? I.E. how can we create crop mobs in places where the environment is very different from the triangle? What are the key factors to replicating?? (group willing to get shit done obviously, but you id some others as you talk about reception from farmers?)

    of course it would look different in each locale . . . and there are MANY places in the country where a Crop Mob just like this one would thrive immediately, like the RRFM has done from one end of the country to the other. Certainly, start with assets, right? Get as many Crop Mobs in as many places where they can successfully be started quickly. If I could bank roll sending crop mobbers to various parts of the country to help start-ups everywhere . . . hehe, love that image . . . but tis really just the idea that needs to be spread, yes? Trace particularly, thanks for putting it out there so brilliantly, compellingly, beautifully, again and again, as well as for diggin in the trenches, again and again! as ever, you are my favorite blogger.
    tes

  2. Trace says:

    Tes,

    My idea about franchising is to completely remove the idea of ownership. To spread the cop mob we have to let go of intellectual rights while still setting up the parameters in which the mob should function once exported. Just like Food Not Bombs serves rescued vegetarian meals no matter which one you attend, any where in the country, a Crop Mob would not show up to pick sugar beets for export or fumigate apple orchards or clean out an industrial chicken house. There have to be clean parameters to work within, and I personally don’t think the idea would very hard to replicate no matter where it happens. The ideology is simple; at the core is work and around that work is sustainability, humane treatment of animals, the betterment of the soil and the community. Might be a good workshop idea for conferences or tabling, anything to get the idea into folks’ heads.

    Trace

  3. Ramsey Van Veen says:

    Trace,
    What is up man, you dont know me but I have heard your name spoken a couple times. I just moved down from Iowa to attend the sus. ag. program at CCCC. I believe I live really close to you also, rufus brewer rd? I may be wrong. Any how, I just wanted to drop a wat up! I am VERY interested in starting to attend these crop mobs, how do I get in this uber cool crop mob ya got goin’ on here in the Pied?

    Veen

  4. Trace says:

    Hey Ramsey,

    You do live close by. We refer to that road affectionately as “Rufus Beaver”. Don’t know why, just thought it was a better name. Even named one of our chickens Rufus Beaver. Take a left on Jessie Bridges then a right on AW Buckner. That’s us.

    Anyway, if you go to cropmob.org you can sign up for the listserv and get the notices. Mobs are once a month…

    Stop by when you get a chance. Nights and weekend afternoons are best.

    Trace

  5. chelsea says:

    these are beautiful pictures, trace! though i’m kind of happy i left before the cameras came out (camerafright)

  6. stephen says:

    Trace- I found your blog about a month back, and I’m glad I did. You write some insightful and challenging stuff. I’ve been thinking about the concept of a crop mob since I read about it here. I love the phrase “guerrilla agrarians.” I think that most communities striving to support small, local farms would benefit greatly from a crop mob. I’ve been thinking of starting one here in Fort Collins, CO. I’ve looked through the cropmob.org website a number of times, but I think it’s more the type of thing that needs to be done, first hand, rather than to read about. Have any insights on starting it up?

  7. Hey Trace. I was planning to write a little ditty on the Crop Mob for my book, but would love to use your words instead, with just a few of my own to introduce the concept. Let me know if this is OK with you. I’d credit you and list your blog. Will get back to you with final details, but please email me directly if you’re up for this. Book’s not out until spring 2011, so we can only hope Crob Mob will still be around. Be around, Crop Mob! — Diane Daniel

  8. Trace says:

    Stephen:

    Since I’m not familiar with the Fort Collins agricultural scene, I’ll have to make some guesses on where to start.

    The apprentices and interns in this area tend to come out of the Sustainable Agriculture program of the community college in Pittsboro (NC). Many attend classes and work on area farms part time. Given that, I would start at the universities in Fort Collins. Seems like there is an organic curriculum? – http://organic.colostate.edu/ Also the specialty crops curriculum – http://www.specialtycrops.colostate.edu/

    Flyers advertising an organizational meeting could go out to the instructors to announce to their classes. Also post in local shops, grocery stores, farmers markets, CSA boxes, etc.

    You should approach any farmers you know in the area as well as the ones you don’t know. Once you have about 15 to 20 committed folks, you should be able to quickly do most projects within 5 to 7 hours.

    To keep it all together, set up a basic email list and a basic wordpress blog to keep the community updated.

    After that, pick the first farm, setup your time frame, decide on what should be accomplished, make a sign up sheet, delegate and make sure the projects are successful and completed to the host farm’s liking. Repeat in a month or so on a new farm being sure to get the previous farm residents to participate in the next one.

    Please keep us updated on the progress and let me know if I can offer any more help.

  9. stephen says:

    Trace- thanks for the info. I’m involved in both the specialty crops and organic program at CSU. I’m working on the universities 8 acre organic farm this year. We have a 75 member CSA as well as many many variety trials and other research projects. I love it, but it can feel a bit insulated from the rest of the local food scene. Thanks for your advice and encouragement. I’ll keep you updated on how things move along. peace.

  10. Seth says:

    Stephen/Trace,
    I lived in Ft Collins for a few years working for the state forest service and now live in the Charlotte NC area … I have no experience with Crop Mobs (just read about them here), but it is an intriguing idea. I’d guess that the students in the sustainable development program @ CSU (if they still have it) would be game for a Crop Mob trial. Several of our friends at the time had their own impromptu farms in the Wellington area, and while they are long since gone, they would have been up for the experiment. Any connections at the co-op in Old Town?

    Anyway, good luck.
    Seth –

work weekend and crop mob at circle acres

Work weekend and Crop Mob at Circle Acres

Who: Crop Mob
What: a million things, eating good food, building community
Where: Circle Acres farm
160 A W Buckner Rd (1964 Jessie Bridges Rd) – Silk Hope, NC
Why: why not
When: 10am-3:30pm Sunday May 24th

We (Danielle, Gray, Kristin, Noel and Trace) at Circle Acres farm are planning a work weekend for May 22nd-24th.  We are also calling out for a Crop Mob on Sunday the 24th from 10-3.

We have plenty of camping space available for both Friday and Saturday nights.  Parking at the farm is interesting, so please fill vehicles to the max…

Here are some of the things we might get into –

– sheet mulching “lumps” for the pumpkin patch
– removal of privet and bio-char demonstration
– building sheet mulch beds
– prepping land for a living fence
– untangling and testing used drip tape
– plugging mushroom logs
– pulling new electrical wire in the house
– ripping out plumbing
– digging a gray water trench
– building a solar shower
– playing around with cob mixtures

For food, please bring snacks, drinks and whatever you think you might want to have on hand for the weekend.  We will cook for the Saturday dinner and Sunday Crop Mob lunch; we’ll do our best to provide for other meals, but any help is appreciated.

Please RSVP as soon as you can and let us know what days you will be at the farm.  Also let us know if you have any special needs, dietary or otherwise.

One last note – please leave your dogs at home.

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rethinking the possibilities

Rethinking the possibilities

When I see black plastic mulch and wide open fields, I have to wonder about the possibilities involved in removing both of those from the farming landscape.  Short rows, shady fruit trees, living mulch.  We are on to something, but we just might be alone…

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  1. Tanis says:

    Black plastic mulch? Sounds like Brer Fox has been at it again.

punk n pie part two

Punk ‘N Pie part two

After the pie auction, folks could be seen in every corner of the room eating and sharing their pies.  A few people dug their fingers into our sweet potato dish.

I’m not sure which pie bakers ended up with dates, but I don’t think that was really anyone’s intent.

With pies filling bellies, it was time for the entertainment to begin.  A puppet re-enactment of the victory over the police, presented in three hysterical segments…

Then on to some anarcho-country folk punk from Dan Mac.

My favorite song from Dan was about liberals, their hypocrisy and how they are part of the problem and not the solution.  My distrust of the right is often eclipsed by my distaste for the inaction, posturing and verbal drooling of the left.

i’m sick of you
and your goddamned hypocrisy
if peace is patriotic
i’m starting a fight

they’re not my soldiers
and they’re not my astronauts
we can all be leaders
and we don’t need fuckin’ cops

clear cut the forests with hybrid machinery
Brutus and Judas have nothing on us
don’t say the “R” word, just write to your congressman
we’re here and profiteers, traitors of trust

The recent Obama selection of big-ag, cloned meat cheerleader, GMO loving, ethanol guzzling, bio-pharmaceutical conman, and all around jerkstore cowboy Tom Vilsack as Secretary of Agriculture illustrates the last verse perfectly.  When you trust a politician, sooner or later you lose.  Now we’re losing sooner – maybe there won’t be rainbows, peace on Earth and gold raining from the sky on January 20th after all.  Thankfully, we can still rely on each other instead of the so-called representatives.  Can we just call them “self-described representatives”?

Anyway, the last band to play was From the Depths.

Their set was energetic, but it was the crowd that made the show.  Animated and dynamic, many of the folks were pulling out some of the old dances, but I saw some new things during the show as well.

Intensity was not lacking…

During the From the Depths set, someone said that they voted for Obama because he promised to make punk lyrics understandable and audible.  They are going to hold him to that promise…

From that seed
A mighty root
And it grew

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  1. mike says:

    Thanks Trace…a healthy serving of truth, as always!

    stopvilsack.org

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punk n pie part one

Punk ‘N Pie part one

Capitalism is dead to me.  I would like to see its stinking carcass burned and buried, preferably someplace where no archeologist could ever attempt an excavation, some cavern on the edge of town guarded by the ghosts of slaves, undead Wobblies and a statue of Mother Jones that shoots fire from its eyes.

Yeah, capitalism is dead to me, but mine is a minority opinion.  I’ll dance on that grave someday, and my own grave too, thank you.  But what happens when people decide that a symbolic gesture is in order, a mock procession of ecstatic mourners cheering the burning hulk of centuries of mistreatment?  What happens when a funeral for capitalism gets disrupted by folks who simply don’t want to believe it is dead?

To back up, in late November Kristin and I were planning to go to a street party in Chapel Hill to celebrate the death of capitalism.  The plan was to have a funeral in the street and then dance in the same street.  But that night was cold, so we decided to stay home, stoke the wood stove and get under the blankets.  We figured the industrialists, et al wouldn’t miss us at graveside.

Many other folks thought it too cold for a funeral as well, but eventually enough people showed up to actually make the party go on.  The cops didn’t like the idea, started shoving and pressing and yelling and spraying and doing all the things that annoy all the people like me who have any sense of the rights and responsibilities of anti-authoritarian living.  Just try to get your dancing condoned in the streets of Chapel Hill!

Police Chief Brian Curran said his officers dealt with the situation appropriately. He said police do not condone dancing in the street and had not issued a permit for the protest.

As the clash went on, several un-arrests were made, but one person was taken to jail.  It is that one person that brought about the need for another party.

Nick Shepard, 24, the manager at International (sic) Books on Franklin Street, was the only person arrested. He was charged with assaulting an officer.

This is where the story pretty much starts for me.  I love knowing that if I were in a similar situation, a hundred people have my back even if they don’t know me very well or know me at all.

Friday night Kristin and I went into Carrboro for a benefit event billed as “Punk ‘N Pie”, a date auction where the winner of the pie gets a blind date of their choice with the pie baker.  After the auction would be a re-enactment of the defeat of the police using puppets, then a smashing of a capitalism pinata and finally a bunch of bands.

Yeah, we made a pie – a chunky, buttery, local sweet potato pie made with Carolina Ruby sweet potatoes, local honey, local eggs and sweet cream butter from Homeland Creamery. No, it wasn’t a vegan pie, but I wanted it to be different and supportive of local farmers.  Local fat is hard to come by unless it is from a creature.

There were a dozen or so other pies on the table when we got there, many with multiple bids on them.  There was the dumpstered pie with the added slogan “Let’s Paint the White House Black” with a black flag decorated on the side.

There was the giant apple pie with a heart cut out…

…a vegan pot pie and several cookie pies.

Then there was the “Let’s Make a Pie Together” date pie…

…and a Mud and Flowers pie that was really a pie pan filled with mud, leaves, sticks and flowers.

The auction raised several hundred dollars for a legal defense fund for Nick.

Kristin won our pie despite some other pretty high bids.  So I got that date going for me.

More to come…

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  1. Kristin says:

    you give me way too much credit for making that pie. all i did was pester you as i was blowing my runny nose while lounging in bed. the least i could do was win a date with you.

  2. gray says:

    I am reading Secrets of the Soil as of right now, it is a very eye opening book. Ive had alot of time this week to read it so i have come pretty far, so hopefully the knowledge will be fully planted by this weekend. Yes certainly, i would enjoy any books that you could suggest for me.

  3. Marlow says:

    Mmmm…dirt pie!

  4. delia says:

    delia loves the circleA pie with raspberries…she would have bid on that one!

  5. mike says:

    …i miss delia…

stone house crop mob

Stone House Crop Mob

I wonder how much the Crop Mob is about agriculture and how much is simply about enjoying the company of like minded people?  We came from all over to dig beds and spread mulch for someone most of us had never met, yet we did it with skill, enthusiasm and the efficiency of seasoned laborers.  This is only the second time the Crop Mob was used; for a third of this group of 24 this was their first experience with the group.

An outsider would question our motives as would some cynical old-timers or jaded sustainable agriculture veterans.  I wouldn’t even bother with those folks.  My main thought is not on convincing the skeptics that our agenda is one of filling a need, but rather my main thought is Where do we go from here?

Three months out of Wilmington and it is finally settling in that I am in a very different place.  Things move quickly here and things get done by folks who say they will do them.  I can feel some of my own cynicism fading away as I leave behind some of the vapidity of Wilmington, its slow moving, energy-sucking ambivalence flaking away like dead skin.

I am starting to warm up to the people that spin around in my daily interactions.  I’m trying to build the sorts of friendships that emulate family.  The Crop Mob is helping me with some of my apprehensions about new people and my own motives for entering a new world as an automatically standoffish person.

I have had a hard time, wondering how I would fit in when my experiences with building community in Wilmington often met with horrible failure.  I came into a ready made yet evolving community, ready to take my place yet unsure of what that place would look like.

It seems that my role here could be one of role model or experienced advice giver, but mostly, in the first few months, my role has been that of a lost explorer.  Things that I know how to do – cook, forage, dumpster dive – have been lost temporarily as I try to figure out the basics of living.

Cooking without anything resembling a kitchen has been frustrating; washing dishes without a good source of water makes cooking more of a chore than it needs to be.  What that has to do with the Crop Mob is beyond me, but it does affect my interactions.  It has also made my first impressions harder to shake.  Adah (pictured above) has tooled on me about my peanut butter and white bread lunches, but for me that meal has been easy, quick and comfortable in this time of transition.

Now that some of those issues are worked out, I feel like I can join this community in a functional capacity, sharing what I know and accepting learning opportunities as they present themselves.

And yet I am still not a talker.

To bring it back to the Crop Mob, the rhythm of the work is often set with old camp songs.  The one I have heard at both mobs is about sweet potatoes and biscuits –

Sweet potato biscuit that’s what I said
sweet potato biscuit dancing through my head
went to the cook’s table askin’ for some bread
found me a biscuit but the cooks was all dead

Sweet potato, sweet potato biscuit on the run
gotta find me a biscuit, gotta get me some of them
Sweet potato, sweet potato biscuit on the run
gotta find me a biscuit, gotta get me some

Standin’ on the lookout since the day before last
saw a line of biscuits stretchin’ into the past
Jesus on the hillside you know what he said
he said take this biscuit this sweet potato bread

Standing on the banks of the river wide
hop on a biscuit and catch yourself a ride
ride to the devils house all the way
share a biscuit with the devil on the judgment day

Sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, biscuit
sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, biscuit

sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, biscuit
(whispered) sweet potato, sweet potato, sweet potato, (shouted) BISCUIT!!

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  1. mike says:

    ‘A VERY special place…’

    Sad I missed this one.

  2. shawna says:

    Gorgeous pictures & concept! Looks like a great day/life.

  3. T. Gray says:

    Believe it or not, you did plant seeds while in Wilmington. My sister shops at Tidal Creek occasionally, sent me the article about your move in the Wilmington paper, and I have lurked on your blog ever since. I’m an old fart dad/potter/community garden manager in Seagrove, about an hour+ west of you. We’re in the beginning stages of organizing, if you wanna call it that, a crop mob. See? Nothing is for naught. One more thing—community also means acknowledging/accepting/honoring those that disagree with us, don’t like us, or just don’t give a fig one way or the other. They too are part of the fabric that makes up a particular community in a particular place. I think I got that from Wendell Berry.

  4. Trace says:

    I know that I planted plenty of seeds in Wilmington. The problem is, not many of them were “potted up”.

Mike in sweet potatoes

sweet potato crop mob

Sweet potato Crop Mob

The number of landless and itinerant young farmers, working alone or with a few other people, is a pretty large demographic in my world.  What is sometimes missing is not only land ownership but the sense of community that can come from an agrarian culture.  None of these farmers wants to farm alone, removed from the company of like minded people.

Mike in sweet potatoes

The reality is that the work of farming requires a lot of time, and extra time is not always available to pursue the sort of friendships and bonding with other area young farmers that make the experience more fulfilling.  Farming might not be as sexy as the New York Times sometimes makes it out to be, but can definitely be as fun as it looks.  However, it can also get lonely and monotonous.

sweet potatoes

Fortunately there is enough social thread around here to keep everyone together, whether it is through interactions in sustainable ag classes, conferences, or the newest idea around here – crop mobs.

A crop mob isn’t necessarily a new idea.  Migratory groups of farm laborers, starting with “hobos“, have been a part of the American landscape for quite some time.  And if you attended high school in the United States you might remember reading The Grapes of Wrath, the Steinbeck novel about traveling farm workers.  Yeah, poor traveling farmers have been on the road a century and half.  That doesn’t seem to be ending even as the number of farms available to work on diminishes.

So what makes it different this time around?  For one thing, the idea of economic hardship as the driving factor has been removed.  Most everyone involved is likely enduring some sort of financial or structural ruin in their lives.  I don’t have running water, but I own land and make a mortgage payment; another lives in a tent, but lives rent free and worries very little about buying food.

We all have our problems, but none of them are sufficient enough to demand that we wander around the country doing meaningless labor for horrible wages.  We demand and get better treatment and farm in the places we want to farm, for the experience it provides.

We farm because we want to, not because we need to.  At some time or another we were infected with a desire to give and take from the dirt, whether it is the red clay of Chatham County or limestone infested soils of Western New York.

What brought this group together was the need to establish a community of people going through the same sorts of movements, many of which keep folks separated during most days.  Classes, part time jobs, internships, harvesting and living far apart from each other keeps us in our own little bubbles.

This new crop mob goes where it is needed, does the work that is needed, creates the community that is needed and gets us out of those bubbles.

 

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Trace lives in Durham, NC with his partner Kristin. They were joined by baby Tennessee Lynn in April 2012.
Trace is not a talker. Trace also thinks it is a little weird to talk about himself in the third person.

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  1. Chas says:

    Y’all are thinking about, and more importantly, doing great stuff! Hope to mob with you some time.

    Blessings,
    Chas

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Pecha Kucha Slide 1

pecha kucha franchise anarchism presentation

Pecha Kucha – Franchise Anarchism Presentation

It is hard to shake the stigmas and myths surrounding the word anarchist.  We are the only political and social subculture deemed to be “self described” as if we are so disorganized that it is deemed to be a miracle that we could describe ourselves in the first place.  We are perpetually filed away as unimaginative or self-absorbed or dismissive of others’ ideas if they are not “chaotic” enough.  That’s crap.

For the record, most of the anarchists I know are brilliant and strong organizers.  Their strategies for building a community that leaves the individual intact but creates a greater whole are unparalleled.  They give without leaving their name, and that is perhaps the biggest problem.  When anarchists shun the praise for their ideas and actions, the world is left to wonder about what it is that we do and why our ideology is so much more relevant than any of the self serving garbage that seems to always be on display.

For the first Pittsboro Pecha Kucha night – a series of presentations featuring twenty slides with twenty seconds to speak during each slide – I decided to discuss what to me is an idea that makes perfect sense.  Franchise anarchism, the spreading of non-hierarchical organization, is something that a few others have spoken about in passing.  I have found sparse references to it in the ether, and the general idea is the same – spread the idea without taking ownership globally.

Maybe I should just let the presentation speak for itself…

Slide 1: “Franchise Anarchism” is a pretty simple idea. Communities, like weeds, can and will organize themselves more efficiently and more successfully outside the help of government, big non-profit and multinationals. An idea can spread and be successful in any part of the world without rules handed down from an overarching hierarchy.

Pecha Kucha Slide 1

Slide 2: Our leaders are lost out there; they don’t have the time, capacity or desire to understand the needs of every citizen they claim to represent, those needs can easily be understood by a neighbor or another community member. While politicians write the laws that run our lives, coming to visit us only when it is politically necessary,

Slide 3: to cut a ribbon or have a fundraising dinner, we are here searching for ways to get out of the loneliness and vapidity of the television, to cut through the lies and build a real community that responds directly to our needs and we to its needs.

Slide 4: Our differences are on display daily, from what we drive to what we eat.  but in order for the community to function we can’t be labeled as bicycle hippies or SUV driving jerks.  We have to realize that we have common enemies as well as common friends.

Slide 5: Miami, 2003, the site of the latest Free Trade Area of the Americas negotiating talks, the FTAA being the state’s version of free trade, which is never free.  Miami, 2003, up to that point the single largest militarization of the domestic police force in United States history.

Slide 6: The power of the state is not benign, looking out for the little guy, the middle class, the “hard workers”.  The power of the state is manifest concretely in the military weapons it provides its police, the silence encountered when a police officer was asked for their badge number or to “please, lower your weapon – I am simply searching for my right to assemble.”

Slide 7: The realization that I had in Miami – after seeing the bloodied faces of journalists, the welts forming on the backs of those trying to escape the concussion grenades, was that our place in organizing as anarchists had to occur in other venues besides the street.  We had to engage our community and do it in a way that released all the political ideology to the wind.  The Really Really Free Market was born in Miami in 2003.

punks on a lawn

Slide 8: The RRFM is the newest iteration of franchise anarchism.  The idea is simple – bring what you don’t need and take what you do.  No money, no advertising, no bartering, no trading.  No swap meets, no charity events, no ticket booths, no entrance fee.  Put simply, everything is free.

Slide 9: The RRFM builds community by directly engaging its individual pieces through the word that everyone loves – free.  There is nothing too small to offer, nothing turned away.  Music, haircuts, juggling lessons, recipes, plants, seeds, bike repair, puppet shows…

Slide 10: The idea of the RRFM is built on several concepts that had come and gone in the activist underground for decades.  The Diggers in San Franscico pioneered the idea, forming a community whose purpose was to give away the waste and the excess of the system.  Then came free stores, guerrilla gardening, Critical Mass bicycle rides…

Slide 11: It is a way to reach children, show them the value of interacting with all types of people, teach them a new skill or send them home with something they may not have had access to otherwise whether it is an idea or a piece of clothing.

Slide 12: Free markets are great ways to distribute clothing, shoes, infant products to underserved or homeless individuals, thrifty parents, not-so-thrifty parents, students, elderly on fixed incomes… Bringing a large cross section of socio-economic classes together serves to build the framework in which the community in the free market space can see through differences and focus on common goals.

Slide 13: Another aspect of free markets in the idea of self-sufficiency especially in the realm of food security.  Seed saving skill shares and free plants create a situation where a small component of an individuals food needs may be offset by their own work.

Slide 14: RRFMs since 2003 have spread to dozens of cities around the country with some of the most popular and longest running in North Carolina.  Greenville, Raleigh, Carrboro, Greensboro, Wilmington, Boone and Asheville have thriving markets and community continues to build around them.

Slide 15: Offshoots of free markets often occur in the form of food banks, skill share workshops, bike repair programs and the like which occur outside of the free market hours.

Slide 16: A large component of the RRFM is Food Not Bombs, perhaps one of the best known and most popular examples of franchise anarchism in the world.  Starting from one location in the 1980s, Food Not Bombs now has hundreds if not thousands of events worldwide.

Slide 17: The idea is very simple – cook free food recovered from the waste stream and serve it to the hungry.  The organizational concept is easy to fit wherever there is food waste and hungry people., which, by the way, is everywhere.

Slide 18: The Really Really Free Market concept, in my mind, is a way to use what has worked from the old models and appropriate those things to build a solid franchise.  The basis for are the tenets of anarchism: community based, non-hierarchical, inclusive, effective, non-governmental, do-it-yourself, consensus-based, and sustainable.

Slide 19: All of that is great, but resistance to building the kind of community where nothing is for sale can be a bit strong.  Food Not Bombs is frequently shut down using laws that prohibit the sale of food without a permit.  Police and politicians are unfamiliar with the idea of “free” anything and thus are a huge obstacle in the creation free flowing, non-permitted community activities.

Slide 20: We are replacing a culture where neighbors are feared, We are replacing a culture where industry treats communities like dumps, We are replacing a culture where children play in the diseased clay of bad decisions, We are replacing a culture that says representative democracy is good enough, We are replacing a culture…

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back in the news locavore takes his passion to the next level

Back in the News: ‘Locavore’ takes his passion to the next level

You thought that since I moved away from Wilmington that all would be forgotten?  In the news again

Tidal Creek Co-op produce manager Trace Ramsey bills himself as an anarchist, but his desire to pull up stakes and help build a self-sustaining farm with four friends is part of an organized plan.

Ramsey left his Tidal Creek position last week to the dismay of customers who, for the past five years, relied on him to keep the cooperative stocked with fresh local fruit and vegetables. Now, on 12 acres in Chatham County, he’ll raise animals and grow organic vegetables, working the land without mechanical tools.

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4 Responses to Back in the News: ‘Locavore’ takes his passion to the next level

  1. Ali says:

    …never forgotten! You’re a legend. Just get used to it! :)

  2. I’m pretty sure you have officially beaten me in our “local media” competition. Geez! This article is awesome and much deserved! Next up, Oprah!

  3. Pete Soderman says:

    Trace:

    Steve brought the paper with the story to the meeting Thursday night & he, Mike and I would like to wish you all the best! Much luck with what you are doing with your life & may you succeed beyond your wildest dreams.

    Pete Soderman

  4. Hi there,

    Sorry to be a bit off topic here, but reason I am writing to you from deepest France is because at Farm Blogs from Around the World (a completely and entirely non-commercial site) I am trying to gather in one place the very best of global blogging about farms, farming, rural life and anything concerning the production of food and fibre.

    You were recommended to me by Kathryn at Countryfarm Lifestyles and I’ve done a post about her recommendation which you can find at http://farmblogs.blogspot.com/2008/09/countryfarm-lifestyles-recommends.html

    You can find the blog roll, sorted by country (and a General Interest section).

    My posts are made up of the blog recommendations from farm bloggers and I also post regular stories about world farming.

    All blogs have been recommended to me by other bloggers or identified by me during my occassional browsing.

    I have a pretty broad definition of farming – if you’re producing food or fibre, on whatever scale, you’re a farmer, to my mind at least.

    So blogs range from ranches to part-time smallholders, and resources for them.

    Once recommended, I add them to the blogroll and then contact the bloggers (just as I am contacting you), asking them to send me a few words about their farm/small-holding and their blog and, critically, to recommend their favourite farm/farming blogs (just as Kathryn recommended you).

    And so it goes and grows.

    I added you to my blog roll but I am trying to provide a little more info besides each link – namely location; acreage; stock and crops raised).

    I would very much appreciate it if you could please consider:

    a) writing to me with a brief description of your blog and holding (at a minimum location; acreage; stock and crops in order to help people find like minded souls) along with permission for a once off only use of a couple of photos from your blog, so that I can make a posting about you;

    b) writing to me with your favourite farming/rural blogs recommendations;

    c) add a link on your blog, if that’s possible, to http://www.farmblogs.blogspot.com; and if you can find a moment even make a posting about http://www.farmblogs.blogspot.com and how this blog is growing organically accross the world from other farming bloggers.

    d) please feel free to send me the odd photo, both now and on an on-going basis (people who do this write to me about once a month, with a brief para of text and up to 5 photos – again it helps drive traffic to them). The blog tries to pick up different seasonal activities in different parts of the world at different times, so any photos would be much appreciated – they also help drive traffic to your site.

    I know this is a drag but a lot of people are finding that my blog is driving a lot of traffic to them, so I hope you can find a moment to drop me a line. Very much hoping to hear from you,

    With kind regards,

    Ian

    http://www.farmblogs.blogspot.com

2nd annual be your own hero fest

2nd Annual Be Your Own Hero Fest

CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS: Hero Fest!

Be Your Own Hero Festival Now Accepting Submissions

The 2nd Annual Be Your Own Hero (BYOH) Festival will be taking place in Wilmington, North Carolina September 27th and 28th, 2008. Submissions for workshops, info sessions, skill shares, and musicians are currently being accepted until August 15th, 2008. Volunteers are also needed to help out on the day(s) of the event and/or to join the BYOH Fest Planning Squad.

Please send workshop submissions to herofest@gmail.com with your name, email, phone, organization/collective (if applicable), proposed workshop title & short description, materials needed, and time needed. All other ideas, volunteer availability, and inquiries may also be sent to herofest@gmail.com. We welcome all subjects and we encourage all people to apply, especially those who do not fit neatly into the status quo!

In 2007, Wilmington NC was home to the first Be Your Own Hero Festival, an all day radical Do It Yourself (DIY) Festival held at the Soapbox Laundro Lounge. The Festival included a Really Really Free Market, potluck, workshops, info sessions and live music. 2007′s workshops included: DIY parenting (a radical concept), Basic Bicycle Repair, Truth in Recruiting / Promoting Peace, Social Activism & the Info-Radical, Radical Menstruation, Food Politics, Trans 101: Becoming an ally to transgender people, Unconventional Action: Organizing against the DNC/RNC, and DIY DJ Workshop. Bands included: The Brothels, The Nothing Noise, Gator Country, Prize Winners Collective, NED, and Ghost Mice.

For more information on the Be Your Own Hero Festival and Collective, visit www.beyrownhero.com or contact herofest @ gmail.com.

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Be Your Own Hero Fest Workshop Submission Form

Email to herofest @ gmail.com by July 31, 2008

NAME:

EMAIL:

PHONE:

ORGANIZATION / COLLECTIVE:

PROPOSED WORKSHOP TITLE:

DESCRIPTION:

MATERIALS NEEDED:

TIME NEEDED: choose from 45 minutes, or 1 hour and 45 minutes

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making local eating bourgie and unattainable

Making local eating bourgie and unattainable

The photo shows a stereotypical farmer, plaid shirt and overalls front and center. In the background, a table full of young professionals gathered around a laptop. Welcome to the new picture of a locavore…

An article in the New York Times details a growing trend in local eating, a trend that many would call the Lazy Locavore movement. More to the point, this trend is based on disposable income more than laziness, and injects an unneeded class distinction into local foods.

The article picks up the false argument that local food always costs more, therefore it should be in the realm of the upper classes to purchase it or have it grown for them. Installed gardens (with maintenance packages), home deliveries of pre-cooked local stews and personal chefs may unnecessarily become the new faces of local eating. Attempts to build community based, income-irrelevant food systems have to stay above the class divide and focus on ways to bring local eaters together and make local food attainable to anyone who wants it.

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5 Responses to Making local eating bourgie and unattainable

  1. stew says:

    The article picks up the false argument that local food always costs more, therefore it should be in the realm of the upper classes to purchase it or have it grown for them.

    Ugh. Not one person I know that’s livin’ la vida local is above middle class. Most of us (the ones I know, that is) are low-middle.

    I’m both annoyed and kinda psyched that local is catching on in a big way. But ya know what? This wider trend (I’m afraid) will pass, and in 15 years or so we’ll see these newer converts offending my olfactory boundaries with their Giorgio and sporting big bangs. The male “popped” collar’s already back, after all.

    (Now, get off my lawn.)

  2. stew says:

    (I don’t say “livin’ la vida local” by the way. It just popped out in a moment of silly)

  3. mike says:

    ‘a completely local diet is out of reach for even the most dedicated’….I like this one.

  4. Same Hand says:

    Devil’s advocate: one of the difficulties in engineering positive social change is appealing to the vanity of the general public. Some comedian awhile back said, “until women start sleeping with guys because of their low carbon footprint, you’re still going to see Hummers on the road”. While it’s not universally true, I think it’s definitely a facet of the upwardly-mobile, achievement-driven, professional class. The article describes sections of the locavore movement that appeal to that upper-class sense of exclusivity and elitism, and if that makes it sexy for the rich, and causes them to reject the factory farming chain and go local, it’s a positive. As for the rest of us, we don’t need personal chefs, and we don’t need to be sold on the movement. All that Gucci shit sells the concept to people who wouldn’t piss on me if I was on fire. I’m all for it.

  5. Perpetua says:

    I just found you through a string of clicks and posts. This is a great blog. There’s a lot to read, and a lot to think about. I have, all by myself, in my own head, without research, or the NY Times, been very frustrated at how difficult it is to eat local and not break the bank. We also don’t have a car, so getting to the places where the farmers sell and getting it home and working my job, and doing my art—it takes dedication and a ton of energy. I DO see higher prices on the local, seasonal stuff at the regular shopping market, and depending on the area the Farmers Market is in, the prices can be higher there too. I like the idea of a local challenge, and I think I may just try it!

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