Friday, 16 November 2012

Interview with Herman Brockman about GMOs

The subject of genetically modified organisms (or GMOs as they’re commonly called), is coming up more and more as people are questioning the health effects of the technology and its impact on our environment. In last week’s election, Monsanto and other major chemical, seed, and fast-food companies only narrowly defeated a grass-roots effort in California to require the labeling of GMO products, something that is already done throughout Europe and most of the developed world. Meanwhile during the same election, voters in San Juan County Washington passed a ballot initiative to ban the growing of GMOs in the county altogether. The states of Washington, Connecticut, and Minnesota are currently working on their own GMO labeling initiatives, and the movement will continue its momentum, pressuring the FDA for a national label.

Because of the increasing concern over and interest in GMOs, I decided to bop down to central Illinois last Sunday to chat with someone who has considerable insight into GMOs and genetic engineering in general, Herman Brockman. Herman is Distinguished Professor of Genetics at Illinois State University, where he was a professor and researcher for 35 years. Raised in rural Danforth as the third generation of a farm family, Herman continues to farm, working with his son Henry on a farm that provides organic produce to well over a thousand Illinois households (including mine). As a geneticist and farmer, Herman has a unique perspective about genetically engineered crops.

Herman’s daughter, Terra Brockman, also participated in the interview. Terra has worked as a teacher, writer, and editor in Japan and in New York City, and has travelled extensively. She founded an educational, non-profit organization, The Land Connection, in 2001, which is dedicated to preserving farmland, training new farmers, and connecting consumers with local producers. She is author of The Seasons on Henry’s Farm: A Year of Food and Life on a Sustainable Farm, one of three finalists for the 2010 James Beard Award in the writing and literature category.

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Herman Brockman with his wife Marlene (left), and daughter Terra.

 

The interview was so informative and so many compelling concepts were introduced, that I decided to write up the most salient points, preserving the interview format as much as possible. With this write-up, I invite you to share in the discussion that begins with an overview of the Green Revolution, and delves into the difficulties we face today in feeding the world. It examines GMO technology, and summarizes some of the risks posed by GMOs to our health and environment.

The Green Revolution

Mary: Norman Borlaug led the introduction of high-yield crops, and is often credited with saving over a billion people’s lives worldwide from starvation. He was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 1970 in recognition of this achievement, and he has been called the “Father of the Green Revolution”. Can you talk about that and how it relates to what we now refer to as GMOs?

Herman: It was, as always, a temporary technological fix.

Terra: And it was based on classical breeding.

Herman: That’s right, it had nothing to do with GMOs. That’s important. I’ll give you a real quick history.

History

Herman: The Japanese found a gene that caused dwarfing in wheat. This was significant because previously, attempts to grow wheat crops with fertilizer resulted in strains whose large grains were so heavy they would topple over as the stems were too weak to support the load. Those old strains of wheat did not grow well with fertilizer. Dwarfing was achieved with a single gene mutation. With dwarfing, instead of growing tall with thin stems, the plants were short but had thicker stems, and the new wheat crops responded enormously to fertilizer. The plants could stay upright and hold the heavier, denser grains. The crops also responded more to irrigation. They weren't what you would say intrinsically better; the improvement was only in terms of yield. So of course when they used fertilizer, particularly in those parts of the world such as India where they had not used much fertilizer before, they did get a big boost. They did the same thing in China with rice, with similar results, and it spread throughout Asia. Yes, the Green Revolution worked as a short-term technological fix. It increased the yield a lot, and fed a lot of people.

Mary: Just so I understand, the fertilization and irrigation are valid in dry climates?

Herman: Valid in terms of increased yield, yes. But here’s a book that you need to read: Full Planet, Empty Plates, by Lester R. Brown. He goes through a lot of this about the Green Revolution. The down side of course in terms of water is this: Water scarcity is all over the world. There’s a huge part of India and China and Pakistan, where they’ve been irrigating from what’s called fossil aquifers. You know about the Ogallala aquifer in Texas and Oklahoma? When it’s gone, it’s gone forever. It was deposited a long time ago; it’s not replenished from surface water. It’s the same in huge areas of China, Pakistan, and India, and they’re just about gone. In the places where they’ve been raising wheat like crazy, they won’t be able to, once the aquifers are gone. They’ve been using water for irrigation, and the water level has dropped. They keep dropping the depth of the wells, and the water keeps going down, and it’s not replenished.

But, going back to the Green Revolution, the main point, I think, is this high use of fertilizer. There are three of them of course: nitrogen, phosphate, and potassium. They are the three macro nutrients, the ones that are used in huge quantities. Phosphates come out of the ground as rock phosphate. Farmers, including my dad, would simply use the ground-up rock, spreading it on the fields. Organic farmers still occasionally use it. Because it’s not water-soluble, it’s available to the plants only very slowly. At some point they came up with this process of treating the rock phosphate with some acid, getting what they call “super phosphate”. That’s what’s sold to all the industrial farmers in this country, and is exactly what’s used over in Asia on the wheat and the rice. It’s highly water-soluble. So when farmers apply it, it’s immediately available to the plants, just like that. You get a huge response, right away, the year that you put it on. Whereas when the organic farmer puts it on, it lasts for ten years, slowly released each year.

Well, it turns out that this fertilizer still comes from those rock-phosphate deposits, from different parts of the world. Some are in the U.S.; the biggest one is in China. There are estimates as to how long those deposits will last. One estimate is I think from the Arizona State site, and you can argue about which estimate is right: 40 years. 40 years! And it’s gone, forever. There will be no more phosphate to put on the crops. The yields of corn and wheat and rice will plummet. And even before they plummet, the grains will become more expensive, and the poor countries, especially, won’t be able to afford them.

The Green Revolution was a technological fix that yes, saved a lot of people’s lives, but has not proven to be a sustainable solution to world malnutrition, hunger, and starvation. Unintended, but predictable consequences of the Green Revolution include depleted soils, declining surface and subsurface water, lost crop diversity, poisoned ecosystems, farmers indebted by the high costs of external inputs, increased rural-to-urban migration, deforestation, and increased CO2 production from the increased use of fossil fuels. A lot of people who know about these problems say scientists will solve everything; they’ll do something. I don’t know what the heck it would be in this case, but that’s what a lot of people always think.

Mary: Quick question, we have two things here. One was the rock phosphate that comes from the ground, and it’s available slowly, and you also have the industrial method, which is treated with an acid…

Herman: Some of the big companies do something with it to make it water soluble.

Mary. Oh I see, they process it in some way to make it more water soluble; that was the distinction. But they’re still using the same resource.

Herman: That’s right. And I should know the actual chemical name of it, but the jargon for it is “super phosphate”. “Super” because you get the big boost in yield, because the water soluble version is immediately available. Now, interestingly, this also means that you also get more runoff into the rivers, because it’s so highly water soluble, and you get more bloom in the Gulf of Mexico and a bigger dead zone, and more of a problem in our water sources everywhere. Again, people don’t want to look at the ecological and environmental ramifications.

Mary: There are so many things that they don’t look at, and a lot of it is because it’s hidden; it’s not easy to do it, so they’re trusting that our regulators are taking care of that so that they don’t need to. If they see a product at the store and can afford the price, then they think all is well and good. But that’s not actually the case, unfortunately.

Feeding the World

Mary: We do need to feed the world, and the population is growing. What in your opinion are the most important farming techniques that would not only be sustainable, but also result in high enough yields to “feed the world”?

Herman: A lot of international reports call the solution “agro-ecology”.

Terra: If you’re really talking about high-quality, high-nutrition food to feed a community or to feed the world, then it’s [Herman’s son] Henry’s kind of farm. As Henry says, “highly nutritious food comes from a healthy soil that is part of a healthy farm that is part of a healthy environment. This circle of health is generated by farming practices that are based on the goal of protecting and enhancing all life, from the lives of the insects, worms, and arthropods of the vegetable field to the lives of the wildlife and domesticated life who inhabit the environment around the field. On a grander scale, farming should enhance the very life of the planet by protecting a piece of it and by not polluting the planet’s water and air. The basic tenet of this kind of farming is to protect and enhance the tiny lives of the microorganisms of the soil. The teeming bacteria, fungi, and single-celled organisms are what give the soil its health and fertility. Without a healthy soil, there are no healthy plants. Without healthy plants, there are no healthy plant-eaters, be they insects or rabbits, cattle or humans. Without healthy herbivores, there are no healthy flesh-eaters either. Without healthy animals, there can be no healthy ecosystems and without healthy ecosystems, there can be no healthy planet. Synthetic fertilizer, which should be a life-promoting substance, actually deals in death. And it deals in death in many ways, polluting air and water as well as killing soil life and disrupting the soil’s intricate system for naturally providing plants with nitrogen.”[1]

Herman: Wendell Berry says a lot in his essays that a farm should come as close as it can to the way the land was before it was farmed. The first point is that there were always plants and animals. There’s no place in the world where you have an ecosystem with plants alone, or only animals. And then he goes on and talks about how you can’t completely achieve that ideal, because you’re cultivating some of it. But you can have border areas of trees and shrubs and things, and you have rotations. You use animal manure, and so on. He’s absolutely right.

Terra: And it’s important to have local adaptation. What we’re trying to do in the industrial system is completely wrong. They’re trying to use a factory model system to impose the same techniques everywhere, because that’s how a large corporation can make a lot of money, by selling the same thing every year, producing it in the same way.

Herman: But this business of feeding the world. If we really want to feed the world, we should follow all these U.N. and all the other international reports, which all say the way to do it is to help all these people, in Africa, and Asia, and so on, raise their own food in a sustainable way, not by industrial farming. They all come to the same conclusion. But the large companies can’t make money on that. They can’t sell fertilizer, they can’t sell pesticides, and they can’t sell their GMOs. But the sustainable way is the only way that will work. All those reports come to the same conclusion.

Terra: There are some good organizations that we know of that are trying to do this, trying to help with sustainable diversification, integrated ecological farming in different countries around the world. And it does work better. You can get a lot more food out of a small amount of land by doing an integrated, bio-diverse system. I have a friend who goes all around the world with an organization called Nourishing the Planet.

Herman: It’s exactly how it works for Henry. Per acre, he does much more to feed the people of Illinois, than an acre of corn or an acre of soybeans, way more! The principle that Terra just mentioned in those other countries is exactly the same! The big industrial concerns want to take all that land away from them and put it into soybeans. That won’t feed more people, it feeds less people. And a consequence of that is that there’s no place for the people to live.

Terra: Or eat, anymore. They go to cities; they live in slums.

Herman: It’s just totally misdirected. And my point is, this isn’t just my opinion, it’s in these reports that have upwards of 300 references each, of peer-reviewed papers. If all those experts, all over the world (including the U.N.), say that’s the case, I think they’re right. But companies can’t make money doing that, so they pursue their own unsustainable direction.

Mary: What about those parts of the world where the soil isn’t as fertile as what we have in the Midwest, where they have more severe problems with pests and things like that?

Herman: They still don’t have to use industrial farming.

Mary: Is there a way to improve soil that’s infertile and sandy?

Herman: Sure! It takes time, but what you do is you integrate animals and plants on the same farm. The way it was always done before was by using human waste, and the waste from animals, to get their fertility. There are parts of the world where they use legume trees to fix nitrogen. And they grow vegetable crops next to these trees. They use the leaves of the branches from some of these trees to feed a goat, to give them some milk. It’s very difficult to have a rice patch all by itself, and have it be sustainable, without commercial fertilizer. But if you have a highly diversified, integrated animal-plant community, you will be successful. That’s the way it used to be in the Midwest. Every farm had cows, sheep, pigs, chickens, trees.

Terra: With the industrial model of mono cropping, yes, you do need the fertilizers and all the other things.

Herman: The same thing is true in Illinois. There are farmers now that don’t even do corn-soybean rotation. They raise continuous corn, year after year after year. That works for them only because of the high fertilizer and pesticide inputs. Because they don’t rotate, they have a lot of fungal problems, and a lot of insects, so if they didn’t put on all that nitrogen/N-P-K, their soil fertility would become a problem, too. But again, it’s a temporary technological fix, of pouring the fertilizer and pesticides on. Even when you have some of the best soil in the world, you just keep depleting it by raising corn. The corn uses those things. The yield’s going to go down if you don’t keep putting the fertilizer on every year. Rotation solves those problems without fertilizer and pesticides.

Synthetic Biology

Mary: Herman, as a geneticist, what is your view on synthetic biology in general?

Herman: We need to use the precautionary principle here. I think you need to exercise that in every case, and give a lot of thought to it. I’m not going to say everything is bad. Probably the classic example is that of Craig Venter, who is a genius. When NIH scientists were sequencing the human genome for the first time, he came up independently with an alternative methodology, and beat them, that’s how brilliant he is. He took the bacterium with the smallest genome, the smallest number of base pairs of DNA, and sequenced it. And then instead of using the normal methods of cell duplication, he started from scratch, and re-created that same sequence using individual nucleotides. Then he inserted the result into a bacterial cell that had all the machinery for doing everything else, but had no DNA in it until he inserted the new strand. And, the cell functioned as you would expect it to. Venter now has a huge lab of hundreds of people trying to do all kinds of things, including trying to use algae to make fuel.

That knowledge opens the door to altering any strand of DNA. You can make another strand with any base pair or pairs. You can change any gene. You can quickly make hundreds if you want to, thousands, probably, of variants of that original strain. And then find out what happens to the cell as a consequence.

So that’s what I think is a prime example of synthetic biology.

GMOs are subtly different. GMO means that you are using trans-genes, a gene from a different species. Instead of using the term “genetic modification,” I prefer to talk about transgenic plants. “GMO” is a term that is established in popular literature, so it’s probably here to stay, but you need to remind people that it really means transgenic.

Genetic Modification is NOT the Same as Breeding.

Mary: I heard at a party that using GMOs is no different than breeding, it’s just faster. How would you respond to a statement like that?

Herman: Total nonsense. The first point is: there’s a transgene from a different species. In traditional breeding, you never have that.

The definition of a species is that they are a group of animals or plants that breed among themselves. Like everything in science, there are exceptions. But in general, you can’t breed across species.

Herman: The second point is the mutations. GMO researchers start with a particular variety of corn that doesn’t have a transgene in it, and they want to put, say, a Bt toxin gene in it. They start with cells, not with a plant. A long time ago, someone figured out how to derive a carrot plant on a petri plate from single cells of a carrot. It’s like human stem cells that are pluripotent. They have techniques now where you can take the cell, and under appropriate culture conditions, it will regenerate into a plant. So, they start with those cells, and put the transgene that has the Bt toxin into what they call a vector, such as a virus, or now more commonly, they just take the plain piece of DNA with the gene, and they use a gene gun to blast it through the cell membrane into the cell. One way or another they put multiple copies of the gene into the cell. The proponents say that it’s a very precise process, where the one gene just goes in. But multiple copies are inserted at random in the genome, sometimes right in the middle of a functional gene. The process is not precise at all.

Herman: Finally, the process of culturing those cells is not a normal biological situation. For reasons that no one understands exactly, hundreds to thousands of mutations occur throughout the genome, due to the process itself of making a GMO. I have never seen any pro-GMO person admit to that. Rather, they say, it’s a very precise thing, where you just take this gene and insert it in there. More and more people think that some health problems are related to GMOs. It is very seldom that random mutations will give a benefit to the organism. It’s well known by all geneticists that mutations in an organism are going to, in general, be adverse to the fitness of the organism. People that are involved in this believe that most adverse effects, if any, are coming from all of these other changes, not from the transgene itself. The process just wrecks the genome.

Mary: How is this different from the very precise methodology used by Craig Venter in his synthetic reproduction of the DNA strand? You would think that, with such technology available, more precise control would be possible.

Herman: There’s no specificity. There is a process in all cells known as genetic recombination. When you put DNA in the cell and it happens to lie next to a chromosome; basically it gets inserted by an enzyme into the chromosome by crossing over.

Terra: The impression they want to give you is that it’s a precise process, and you’ll see it on many, many websites. They try to give the impression that it’s like some surgical procedure where you insert the gene precisely in this place, and that’s just not true. But the imagery and the words that they tend to use to explain GMOs give the impression of precision. The accurate image is the one which is blasting multiple copies in with the gene gun. Some take, some don’t. . .

Herman: Then you have that cell, with a bunch of copies of the Bt gene, in the genome. The researchers culture that up and get a plant. Once you get that plant, you can propagate it, it will make seed, and you can cross it to other plants. Hundreds to thousands of mutations occur due to the insertion of the gene, and due to the entire process of making the GMO.[2]

GMO Problems

Mary: What do you think are the most serious problems associated with GMOs?

Herman: The biggest problem is the fact that GMOs have been very little studied, and even less peer-reviewed. We simply don’t know all of the ramifications! Yet GMOs are now ubiquitous in our food supply. There are tremendous risks. The classic example is the Bt toxin. When you eat Bt sweet corn, you’re eating the Bt toxin. The corn itself is an insecticide! They brag that it reduces and prevents below-ground and above-ground insects, so by definition, it’s an insecticide.

Terra: Roundup, which is an herbicide, is the whole reason we really got going with GMOs. The seed companies were able to develop soybean and corn seeds which were tolerant of Roundup. So now farmers can apply 10-12 times as much Roundup as they used to without risk of damaging the crop, and they do so in order to ensure all the weeds are killed.

Herman: That’s Round-up Ready, and they do it for everything: corn, soybeans, canola, alfalfa, even for the grasses they use on the greens of golf courses. Anything they can think of, they put that Roundup-Ready gene into it and try to sell it. Thus they make money in two ways: first, by selling the Roundup, and second, by selling the Roundup-Ready seeds.

And now, of course, as you probably already know, there are Roundup resistant weeds. This is an enormous problem, especially in cotton. In some places they’ve had to abandon planting cotton altogether, because of the weeds. There are about three species of weeds that grow up to ten feet tall with stems an inch or two in diameter, and they’re resistant. And so do you know what GMO companies have done? They now have a gene that makes the plants resistant to 2,4-D. That’s an older, very toxic herbicide that was part of Agent Orange. So now, farmers will buy this seed that is resistant to both Roundup and 2,4-D, because they can’t use just Roundup any more. The company can now charge even more for the seed, and they charge for two herbicides.

Terra: They have a patented blend now of the two, so people can buy their proprietary toxic cocktail, even more toxic now than the one by itself. 2,4-D was seldom used by farmers because it’s so toxic, but now they’re saying they must use it to combat the super weeds. It’s a vicious cycle, a chemical treadmill. As soon as you use one thing, nature adapts and continually evolves things that can resist; nature does that! Nature will always catch up in some way or another.

Herman: It’s just another technological fix. All of these things are technological fixes which ultimately fail. Phosphate fertilizer will fail because we’re going to run out. Roundup will fail because the weeds become resistant. Antibiotic use in animals in confined feeding is failing because the bacteria develop resistance. In the Green Revolution and with every one of these solutions, if you think about it long enough, you will conclude that yes, it worked for a while as a technological fix, but ultimately, it will fail. There are only so many genes they can put in for herbicide resistance, and the weeds will just keep evolving. Now they’re starting to find resistance of rootworms to the Bt toxin. Every one of those pests that the Bt toxin is toxic to will eventually evolve resistances.

Is All GMO Technology Bad?

Mary: Is there a use of GMOs that would be acceptable?

Herman: There are only two major GMOs in the U.S., the Roundup-Ready, and the Bt toxin. They keep claiming that they’re going to have drought-resistant GMOs, and GMOs with improved nutritional value. But as far as I know they haven’t come out with them.

Mary: Coming back to the synthetic biology subject, there is an example of insulin that is synthetically produced.

Terra: That’s a completely different thing than GMOs. They do try to talk about them in the same breath, and I think it should be separated. I don’t see any problem with getting insulin through genetic modification.

Herman: They simply took the human gene that makes insulin, and cloned it into a bacterium. They can grow bacteria in huge vats, producing huge amounts of the insulin. Before that, it all came from the pancreas of pigs. The insulin from the pancreas of pigs is similar, but not identical to that of humans. The insulin produced from the cloned human gene in bacteria is not just similar, but is identical to insulin made by the human pancreas. I would embrace that instantly.

Terra: It’s too bad that they do try to mix these up and say that they’re all the same, all under one umbrella, all good. But the whole agricultural system in the U.S. using GMOs is very different from what Dad just described as this different way of making insulin.

Herman: They put the human gene into the bacteria, so by definition, it’s a transgene. You have a transgenic organism in the bacteria. But the purpose is totally different; it’s not out in the environment.

Terra: It’s not polluting our well water, and air.

Herman: It’s not causing the use of more Roundup; it has nothing to do with an environmental impact of our soil, air, and water. So if there is a truly useful purpose and the GMOs are tested thoroughly for safety, perhaps they could do some good. But in agriculture, traditional plant breeding works – use that!

Mary: What about the use of GMO corn for ethanol and products (like disposable plates and cups) that are traditionally made from paper or plastic?

Herman: Feed the world, first! How much of the USDA food plate is reserved for corn products, or even corn-fed meat? Essentially nothing. The food plate is fruit and vegetables, whole-grains and protein; we ought to be growing more of those.

Terra: The point also about all these other uses for corn has been because we’ve had a surplus. I would say we could and should have recyclable paper and plastic-like products, but they should be made of something that isn’t also a food item; in other words, grass, or bamboo. It’s too bad that corn, which is a very high-calorie product that could be a good source of food for people is being made into non-food products.

Herman: They talk about feeding the world with the corn, and then we’re burning it! 90% goes to feed animals and to make ethanol. Only 10% is used for “food”.

Terra: Meaning corn syrup!

Herman: I think we need to get away from this crazy mindset that farmers should be growing more and more corn, getting higher and higher yields of corn.

Regulating Synthetic Biology

Mary: How should society approach the growth of synthetic biology? Should it be regulated, and if so, how?

Herman: Companies should have to publish their data. They currently submit it to the agencies, and it never sees the light of day. It should be submitted to journals so that it gets peer reviewed. Peer review means that the paper is sent out to at least two scientists in the field. They read it and send it back to the editor for comments. There’s a place where you say whether you reject it and you have to tell why, or accept, or accept with modification, and you tell what you think should have to be modified. Monsanto doesn’t publish in the peer reviewed journals. None of the companies that make the GMOs do that.

Concluding Recommendations About GMOs From Herman

· Follow the money: Don’t accept any non-peer-reviewed information (propaganda) from any entity that makes money, e.g. Monsanto. Or from “think tanks” etc., that they fund. In fact, now we must even be careful of universities, because Monsanto etc. have infiltrated them.

· Don’t use “traditional” agriculture or “modern” agriculture as synonyms for industrial agriculture. If any agriculture deserves the “traditional” label, it is organic.

· GMOs are one piece of industrial agriculture. If you buy into GMOs, you buy all of the unsustainability of industrial agriculture: synthetic pesticides and fertilizers, mono- or bi-culture (lack of biological diversity), poor biological health and physical structure of soil, more use of fossil fuels, more environmental contamination from pesticides and fertilizers, non-integration of crops and animals on the same farm.

· Pesticides is an umbrella term that includes insecticides, herbicides, fungicides, nematocides, bacteriacides (antibiotics), antiviral agents, rodenticides, and …

· When someone makes a claim that says GMO corn is “safe” for animal (including human) consumption, say, “Give me the peer-reviewed papers that support your statement.”

· I would restrict all discussion to peer-reviewed literature (and reviews that cite them), at least in the final analysis.

Suggested Reading

· Failure to Yield: A report that closely evaluates the overall effect genetic engineering has had on crop yields in relation to other agricultural technologies: http://www.ucsusa.org/food_and_agriculture/our-failing-food-system/genetic-engineering/failure-to-yield.html

· USDA report: The First Decade of Genetically Engineered Crops in the United States: http://www.ers.usda.gov/publications/eib-economic-information-bulletin/eib11.aspx

· Seeds of doubt: North American Farmers’ Experiences of GM Crops: http://www.soilassociation.org/LinkClick.aspx?fileticket=6lQJZLPalqo%3d&tabid=390

· Agriculture at a Crossroads: International Assessment of Agricultural Knowledge, Science and Technology for Development (IAASTD) comprehensive evaluation of world agriculture. This was a three-year collaborative effort with 900 participants and 110 countries, and was co-sponsored by major organizations such as the World Bank, FAO, UNESCO, and WHO. The behemoth effort evaluated the last 50 years of agriculture, and prescribed methods that are needed now to meet the development and sustainability goals of reducing hunger and poverty, improving nutrition, health and rural livelihoods, and facilitating social and environmental sustainability: http://www.agassessment.org/reports/IAASTD/EN/Agriculture%20at%20a%20Crossroads_Global%20Report%20(English).pdf

· Shorter summaries of the above report may be found here: http://www.agassessment.org/

· Organic Agriculture and the Global Food Supply: A summary of studies on farming systems around the world that demonstrates that green and animal manures employed in organic agriculture can produce enough fixed nitrogen to support high crop yields: http://journals.cambridge.org/action/displayAbstract?fromPage=online&aid=1091304

· Letter to UK MP on GMOs: http://www.i-sis.org.uk/Letter_to_Hilary_Benn_MP_on_GMOs.php

· Evidence of the Magnitude and Consequences of the Roundup Ready Soybean Yield Drag from University-Based Varietal Trials: http://www.mindfully.org/GE/RRS-Yield-Drag.htm

· Stuffed and Starved, by Raj Patel: http://rajpatel.org/2009/10/27/stuffed-and-starved/

· Increasing Cropping System Diversity Balances Productivity, Profitability and Environmental Health: http://www.plosone.org/article/info%3Adoi%2F10.1371%2Fjournal.pone.0047149


[1] Brockman, Henry, Organic Matters, published 2001.

[2] See The Mutational Consequences of Plant Transformation, by Jonathan R. Latham, Allison K. Wilson, and Ricarda A. Steinbrecher. Journal of Biomedicine and Biotechnology (Hindawi Publishing Corporation), volume 2006, article ID 25376, pages 1-7, DOI 10.1155/JBB/2006/25376.

 

Saturday, 3 November 2012

The Gay Marriage Issue: Learning From The Early Mormon Practice of Polygamy

Over the past couple of days, I’ve hosted a political discussion on my Facebook page surrounding the upcoming election, that to my surprise evolved into a debate on whether same-sex marriage should be legal (see the discussion here). Here’s a summary of some of the arguments against same-sex marriage that were raised; these are the ones presented that I think may be the most difficult to resolve:

  • The enforcement of same-sex marriage as a civil right can potentially introduce a violation of the rights of individuals and religious organizations who oppose homosexuality in the following ways:
    1. Heterosexual families would be required by law to give equal opportunity to potential renters of their property, without discrimination pertaining to marital status, even if that status offended their religious family values.
    2. Churches would risk losing their non-profit status under the law if they refuse to perform marriages for homosexuals, even if the church’s proclaimed doctrine opposes same-sex marriage.
    3. Religious adoption agencies would be required not to discriminate against same-sex partners in considering their worthiness to adopt children.
  • Homosexuality poses a health risk (HIV/AIDS) that not only impacts society as a whole, but the resulting costs of  healthcare associated with HIV are a burden to society.
  • Same-sex marriage is considered by many to be a perversion of the fundamental unit of our American communities: the family. Allowing it to persist in our communities would introduce an element of unwelcome influence on children. It would also increase the prevalence of  unwelcome influence in literature, television, and other media, reducing the spirituality of the community as a whole.
  • The civil recognition of gay marriages as legal might result in the public schools having to present homosexuality as a viable alternative in the education of children, adding to the degradation of family values within the community.
  • Forcing the majority (95%) to accept the morals of the minority (5%) isn’t an equitable application of law.
  • Retaliation of extremist homosexuals in flaunting their newly-won legal privileges is an affront and serious danger to the rights of the heterosexual community.

While I do not profess to understand homosexuality, I personally do not oppose it or the right of homosexuals to marry, as long as the constraints normally imposed on sexual relations (rape, trafficking, mutual consent, pornography, etc), are not violated. I believe rights of homosexuals have long been abused in many ways, and view this discrimination as a blemish on the history of our country and communities. I recall the poignant plight of one of my dear friends, who some time ago was prevented from visiting and lending succor to her lesbian partner of ten years who was in the intensive care unit of the hospital, because she was not recognized by the hospital as an immediate family member. Homosexual marriages have taken place for years, but because of the tainted glasses through which the general population views homosexuality, and because of the assumptions surrounding their character, homosexuals have been forced to go underground with matters that mean most to them. In many cases their own families have turned their backs on them, and I consider that to be a threat to family values in and of itself.

In the literature that was shared in the Facebook discussion by my Mormon family on the subject of marriage, I was pleased to learn that  the LDS Church does not object to rights of same-sex partners “regarding hospitalization and medical care, fair housing and employment rights, or probate rights, so long as these do not infringe on the integrity of the family or the constitutional rights of churches and their adherents to administer and practice their religion free from government interference.” (read it here). I completely agree with that. My opinion differs from that of the LDS Church, though, in that the church opposes the legal recognition of same-sex marriage, and is participating in a coalition of churches to sponsor a ballot measure prohibiting the legalization of same-sex marriage. The church is essentially working to impose its view of marriage onto a group of people who do not belong to the church, or profess the same beliefs. I believe that is wrong.

While reflecting on the many thoughts that were stirred up during this discussion, the irony of the church’s stand on this issue struck me as I recalled the tragic early history of the same church, when the tables of marriage discrimination were turned. I find this so interesting that I offer a brief summary of that history, not as a rebuttal for the issue of gay marriage, but simply to provoke further thought and consideration about the issue. While reviewing this history, consider the striking correlations between the struggles endured by the early Mormons and those of the current-day homosexual population.

In the 1830’s, a charismatic leader named Joseph Smith organized a group of devoted followers to form a very unusual church. This small church was not well received in the communities where they lived, however. First of all, the fact that Smith insisted that his church was God’s church and the ONLY church to have the truth, did not go over well with the established clergy. Secondly, the members of the church were, well, different. They practiced plural marriage. This was a moral affront to their pious neighbors, who I’m sure felt their values threatened in much the same way the current members of the church feel today regarding the moral “threat” of  homosexuals.

Because of their differences and a certain amount of arrogance they had which did not help their case, the members of the church, who called themselves “Saints”, endured a long and horrible succession of persecutions. Their homes were plundered and many were beaten. Non-Mormon residents held town meetings and passed anti-Mormon resolutions, demanding that civil authorities take action. In 1833 an armed mob of five hundred tarred and feathered two Mormons and destroyed an LDS printing office. Three days later, the same mob chased down nine Mormon leaders and forced them under threat of death to sign an oath promising to leave the community. Later, ten Mormon homes were burned, one Saint was killed, and many others were stoned.

In the cold of November that year, the Mormon settlements were attacked, and 1200 Saints were brutally driven from their homes. They crossed the river into another county to try to build new lives.

But their new neighbors didn’t like them either, and persecution continued. They were insulted by members of their community, and accused of being horse thieves, liars, counterfeiters, and dupes. The Saints endured the insults and discriminations without retaliation, appealing to the magistrates, judges, the Governor, and even the US President. But persecution continued, and one fateful day in 1838, one Mormon, Samuel Brown, was beaten and the outnumbered Mormons who came to his defense were barely able to fight off the attackers. This incident enraged the persecutors even more, who escalated the level of harassment and violence against the Saints, forcing most of them to flee their homes once again. Finally, Joseph Smith had had enough and urged his followers to fight back. The now extremist Saints began raiding the towns of their persecutors. They stole food and livestock, and burned their homes.

While the discriminations against the current homosexual population have in no way (to my knowledge) come close to the extreme crimes against the early Mormon Saints, I want to pause here and note that the tensions experienced by any group of people as a result of discrimination can be a very dangerous thing. So yes, the threat of retaliation by homosexuals mentioned above may be a very real threat, in the same way the Mormons became a threat to their persecutors. Discrimination plunges society into what can escalate into a vicious cycle of discrimination, rights abuse, and retaliation.

Eventually, as the conflict between the Saints and their neighbors worsened, Joseph Smith was killed by a mob, and his successor, Brigham Young led what became a monumental migration of the Saints to the unsettled desert in the Salt Lake valley.

Although many of those Saints who practiced plural marriage were sincere and maintained what might be considered healthy marriages, some extreme cases of abuse and manipulation did exist under this paradigm. Some of the wives involved were very young; indeed we must face the evidence that some of those who entered into marriage relationships with Joseph Smith himself or with Brigham Young, were very young.  Helen Mar Kimball wrote the following describing her marriage to Joseph Smith at age 14:

“[My father] asked me if I would be sealed to Joseph … [Smith] said to me, ‘If you will take this step, it will ensure your eternal salvation & exaltation and that of your father’s household & all of your kindred.' This promise was so great that I willingly gave myself to purchase so glorious a reward. … [After the marriage] I felt quite sore over it … and thought myself an abused child, and that it was pardonable if I did murmur.” (Read it here)

Many of the marriages that took place, however, were probably godsends for some women, who were put under the protection and care of one of the few remaining men surviving the years of persecution.

Several years passed as the Saints, secluded in their valley, practiced their religion in relative peace. The Mormon leaders sought to obtain statehood, which would give them a certain amount of independence in local affairs, something they did not enjoy as a territory. But the Saints’ practice of plural marriage got in the way time and again as moral outrage from their opponents perpetuated the hostility, and the Saints’ petitions were denied several times over the course of four decades.

It was only when the leaders of the Church called for the eradication of plural marriage in 1890 that the Church was able to obtain Statehood for its community, stop the torrent of passionate objection of the public towards their way of life, and establish themselves ultimately as an accepted religious organization in society. One might call this a moral victory for the advocates of monogamous marriage.

Whether plural marriage is moral or not remains a big question though, as big as the one regarding same-sex marriage. Under both paradigms, isolated examples of misuse and abuse can be identified which truly are immoral. But likewise, many instances where healthy, loving relationships thrive really do exist under both paradigms. This poses the question whether there is some other quality needed in a marriage to determine whether it is morally right. Perhaps it is joint respect between the partners. Undying love. Forgiveness. Sacrifice. Give-and-take. To me, these elements of a marriage are far more important than its sexual nature or civil structure. These are the values that will provide the best environment in which to nurture children. These values cannot be achieved nor destroyed through legislation, and nor will they be destroyed if someone’s neighbor is gay or polygamous. Those values are established and protected only by the individuals within the partnership, and to me they are the only values that define whether a marriage is moral or not.

I am grateful for the early practice of plural marriage by early pioneers, in a very personal way, because without it, I would not exist. My great grandfather, Robert Sherwood, took his third wife, Alice Schoenfeld, in an illegal plural marriage eleven years after the prohibition of polygamy. His second wife had already passed away, so the polygamous marriage included only two wives. They were obliged to move to a polygamous community in Mexico, which is where my grandmother, Irene, was born. Without this act of defiance (they called it faith) in the face of opposition, my grandfather Lurtis would have had to marry someone else, and the generations following would not have included me. So I am glad for this one case of underground marriage that was considered by the mainstream to be immoral, because I am glad to be alive.

Monday, 27 August 2012

Happy Harvest

This was the final week of my unexpected summer vacation, and thus the last opportunity of the year to work on the farm. I’ve been volunteering one day per week since June, alternating between Henry’s and Teresa’s farms. Henry grows vegetables, and his sister Teresa grows fruit and herbs.

Henry was having a particularly challenging week; his only experienced farm hand, Matt, had to go in for knee surgery and will have to miss work for the next couple of months. And besides that serious loss of help, all three of Henry's superstar farm kids, now mostly adult, had left the nest for their various schools for the winter. That left Henry with a bleak staff of only three capable apprentices, one part-time intern from a previous year who had come to help out in Matt’s absence, and Henry’s retired parents. And me.

On top of all that, Henry had to go in for root canal surgery on Monday, so his own body was in recovery mode. I never would have guessed that, though, judging from the super-human energy Henry was tackling the work at hand.

Since it was my last week and I couldn't bring myself to miss out on Teresa's farm one last time, I decided to work an extra half day, spending Wednesday afternoon with Teresa, then all day Thursday with Henry.  But the more I thought about it, the more concerned I became about Henry's predicament, so I decided to take down enough clothes for Friday morning too, just in case he could use me for a few extra hours. I was not sure I would have enough stamina to work yet another morning after a full day and a half. Usually one day is enough to exhaust me and the day after farm day each week has typically been one where my muscles are completely useless, aching as they heal from the activity they are so unused to.  But, my muscles are actually getting stronger, and "Hey, I can give it a shot," I thought.

Ground Cherries

 

So Wednesday afternoon I helped Teresa and Michael harvest ground cherries. Michael despises the job, and I actually like it. Since the cherries grow on vine-like bushes on the ground, the technique is to carefully lift the vines a few inches, and pick up the ripe cherries underneath that have fallen to the ground. The ones left on the vine are not yet ripe. To me it's like searching for hidden Easter eggs, or secret treasures. Each and every berry needs to be carefully checked for cracks, which must be done by feel, since the cherries are wrapped in beautiful dry flower-like petals. Each cherry must be groped through the petals for hidden flaws. This time-consuming task is most likely why you just don't see ground cherries at the grocery store. Teresa likes growing as much variety of fruit as she can in this climate, even though it may require extra work. This diversity is good for the land, good for health, and good for business. And it also reduces the risk of disaster. This year, for example, the ground cherries have helped to offset Teresa's loss from the frost early on that killed all of her apples and pears. The ground cherries grew like gang-busters this season, so the harvest has been going on nearly every day for a few weeks.

Raccoon Sadness

 

The sad event on Thursday was the raccoon. Teresa and Michael keep a trap for small predators who might enjoy feasting on their chickens or tasting their fruit. Normally they take the trapped animals several miles down the road and release them into the forest. This time, however, the poor raccoon died while trying to get out of the trap. I felt it was important for me to experience both the good and the sad things on the farm, so decided to help Michael with the task of disposing of the little body.

The cage is about the size of a good-sized bathroom hamper. Michael and I each lifted one end; the cage was surprisingly heavy. The raccoon had struggled so much for freedom that the  bottom of the cage had become buried in the dirt by a couple of inches, and the dirt remained packed tightly between the wires. We carried the cage to a dense grove of trees and dumped the body, now stiff, onto several old branches on the ground. We carefully hoisted the branches and swung the body into the thicket as far as we could get it. "Goodbye, sweet little raccoon," I said in my heart, and I tried not to shed tears in front of Michael.

By the time we got back to the house, Teresa had dinner on the stove. Dinner was a delicious soup with beans and vegetables. She also served gluten-free English muffins with her home-made pesto, topped with Greek cheese and broiled. Food tastes unbelievably good on the farm after a day of hard work.

Home Is Where Your Heart Is

 

I went straight to bed after supper, knowing that I needed to be up at four the next day. The past couple of weeks Teresa has let me stay in the apartment she has in the basement for her interns, since her last intern is now gone. The bedroom has a bunk bed that is just long enough for me if I put my head in the book cubby of the headboard. The bedroom has one large window that overlooks the back yard and beyond that, the chickens. The window is left open most of the summer; air conditioning is used only for the hottest days of the summer. The cicadas and crickets were chirping and I relaxed into a blissful, restful sleep in one of the most peaceful places on earth.

I was up and dressed before the rooster crowed, already eating the breakfast I had packed. "Rrr-Rrr-Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," it crowed, and I checked my watch. Exactly 5:00. "Rrr-Rrr-Rrrrrrrrrrrrrr," it coaxed the sun, still lingering well out of sight beyond the horizon, its rays perceived only by the rooster - certainly not me. It seemed just as dark to me as at midnight; were it not for my watch or the rooster, I would have no idea it was morning. I wonder how roosters know when it is time to get up? Why do roosters crow, anyway? It's one of those wonderful mysteries that I hope to understand someday. Teresa tells me this rooster is the best she's ever had. He takes good care of all the chickens. When she brings a treat out to them, he goes and rounds them all up, and doesn't start to eat the treat himself until all of the chickens have had a chance to get there, too.

Henry’s Farm

 

Henry's farm is about a fifteen minute drive from Teresa's, but this year Henry is letting his land rest and is using property of "The Land Connection", an organization founded and operated by his sister Terra. Driving past that land, I checked for Henry's trucks, but they had not yet arrived, so I continued on to Henry's house.

The day usually starts for the interns at 6 AM and goes to 6 PM, with a two-hour break for lunch. Henry starts before that and typically works with his family on into the evening. When I turned into Henry's drive, their dog Koko greeted me with a huge, toothy dog-smile, and a bark or two, and chased after my car until I parked. Koko is the dog that planted herself in my face one day several weeks ago. Surprisingly, I had no allergic reaction, whatsoever. At first I thought maybe Koko was special, but curious, I later tested my allergies against my neighbor's dogs that have given me horrible rashes and sinus congestion in the past. Nothing happened, and I realized my allergies were gone. Because of this, Koko will always occupy a special place in my heart; she is the first dog I've had an opportunity to really enjoy.

Potato Joy

 

Henry does most of the harvesting on Friday, the day before Market, so that the produce will be as fresh as possible. But this week, because of the shortage of hands, we started on Thursday with items that are less perishable than others.

Like potatoes. POTATOES! What a blast it is to harvest potatoes!! Get down on your hands and knees and grope around in the black, rich, fragrant, soft soil for hidden treasures, buried several inches below. The soil is covered with a few inches of straw. Move that aside and dig with your fingers. Now at last I can say I know how wonderful it is to be a pig, except that instead of using my nose to dig, I nuzzled the ground with my fingers. The dirt is truly magic. At first there was a city-girl urge to protect my fingernails, but clawing with the flat of my fingers didn't work well, so my reluctance quickly gave way to complete abandon as I clawed with my nails. It reminded me of playing in the sandbox as a child. And the delight that happened when my fingers would close around a firm round potato is not easily surpassed.

The Zipper

 

...But surpassed it was, because soon I discovered the delight of riding Henry's garlic zipper! That's my word, not his - I don't actually know what Henry calls the implement that he designed himself. For some reason it makes me think of "unzipping" the garlic, so that's what I call it. It's actually more like a cheese slicer. Dragged behind Henry's tractor, the zipper slices the earth underneath the garlic to loosen it for picking. But today, we were not using the zipper for garlic, but for carrots. My task was to ride on top as a weight, so that the zipper would slice deep enough to get underneath the longest carrots. Val showed me how to hang onto this hole here with my left hand and that bolt there with my right. Like a ride in the amusement park, the zipper lowered into the ground and Val and I hung on as we were dragged backwards for the ride of my life, stretching our legs out in front of us to clear the tops of the carrots and earth passing underneath our butts. Unlike an amusement park ride, there were no seatbelts or safety rails. One slip might not have been a serious tragedy, but would certainly not have been pretty.

At the end of the row, Henry stopped and the implement started to rise, and Val and I rode it up and up until it came free of the jaws of the earth.

This is the first year Henry has used his zipper for carrots, and it turned out that one pass was not enough to loosen the carrots sufficiently. So - I got two rides for the price of one!! This time the zipper cut through the earth easier, and Henry was able to drag it much faster while Val and I hung on, this time with the ground passing by so fast underneath that if we caught our foot on it we would surely have been dragged right off the zipper. But, with that motivation to keep our feet up, they stayed up, and no tragedy occurred. Pulling the carrots up after that was a fairly simple task. We tore the leaves off the carrots, leaving them behind to feed the soil.

Scallions

 

My scallion job was a comparatively cushy job, and I relished the opportunity to be able to sit. Two of us sat in the shade of the truck cleaning armloads of scallions that Henry would drop at our feet. "Peel off the layers until there's no deep 'V'," Sydney demonstrated. Then lop off the tops of any leaves that are bent, and lay the scallions in a neat pile, just so. Henry then bundled the scallions into handfuls of four or five, depending on their size, and packed them carefully into crates for market. Scallion after scallion went into bundle after bundle, filling crate after crate.

The rich aroma of fresh scallions tantalized my nose and teased my tear-ducts, but no tears came because of the fresh breeze that was just soft enough to ease the sting of the onions, yet strong enough to cool us from the hot sun.

Irrigation

 

The sun grew hotter and my tired aching body started telling me it was lunchtime, the needle slipping dangerously near empty. But on Henry's Farm, you just keep going until he announces that it's time for a break. And his idea of lunchtime is usually well beyond what my own body's schedule is prompting. The little hand on my watch was solidly on the 12, and as the scallion piles got smaller I started to think about food. But Henry had other ideas. "We need to block off more irrigation tapes," he announced.

"Ahh no -- it's going to rain, Henry Brockman," Val groaned. But Henry was firm. The drought is not over.

This harsh, hot, dry season has been especially challenging on Henry's Farm. Without rain from the sky, each plant on the acres of Henry's fields needs to receive water some other way; otherwise the delicate plants would shrivel up and there would be nothing to take to market. So Henry has a system of hoses and irrigation drip tapes that connect ultimately to a life-giving well on the property.

I was already familiar with the irrigation tapes, as they have played such a vital role on the farm this summer. The farm is made up of tractor-width beds about the length of a football field, with aisles in between that we used when weeding, thinning, and harvesting. Each bed has three rows of plants running the length of the bed. We would lay the irrigation tapes right on the tops of the plants on one row, and let the water drip down giving life to the thirsty plants. Every two to three hours the tapes would need to be moved from the first row to the next. One tape per bed, three rows of plants per bed waiting their turn for the tape they shared, many beds per field, several fields in the farm.

Since this summer has been so dry, moving the tapes from one row to the next has been an ongoing chore needing to be done every two to three hours, during the day AND throughout the night. Henry has taken on the night responsibility himself, being too considerate to ask it of his paid help or even his children. Night after night this season Henry has pulled himself out of bed one to two times to move the tapes all by himself in the darkness of the night. Morning after morning he still had to get himself up for a full day of back-breaking farming.

Because of the hours spent in irrigation, less time was available for fighting the endless attack of villain weeds. The weeds were also thirsty and would steal the precious water intended for Henry's vegetables. Last week, in fact, while weeding young tender lettuces, I came to a section of the bed that, because of the size of the plants, I judged to be a different variety of vegetables. But no. "Look again", Sydney said. The tiny lettuces were still there; they were simply overcome by gigantic Morning Glory weeds that were thriving at the expense of the lettuce. Unfortunately, hard choices must be made on the farm, and this summer the choice has been to get the water to the plants first, and weed later with any remaining time.

About a week ago, the farm finally received its first real rain of the season, and Henry exuberantly announced he had received 8/10 of an inch, enough for him to get a full night's uninterrupted rest. But today, after several days in a row with temperatures in the high 80's and 90's, it was time to regroup and set things up again for irrigation. Henry had a new field that had just been planted the day before, and the field needed new tapes to be set up. That meant we had to dismantle the system of hoses and tapes in one field recently harvested, and move everything to the new field. The day was hot and the newly planted seeds badly needed water. Lunch would have to wait.

Lunchtime!

 

When Henry was satisfied and the gift of water was bestowed on the new field, Henry announced lunchtime. Henry's wife, Hiroko, is a wonderful cook, and although the apprentices go back to their own quarters for their break, Henry and Hiroko have always kindly invited me to share lunch with them. Today the faire consisted of a delicious "veggie pie" that contained a mix of veggies with cheese, nuts, and raisins. I could literally have eaten the whole pie by myself, it was so delicious and I was so hungry. But besides the pie there was also a wonderful corn and rice dish, fresh tomatoes, and cucumbers. Both Hiroko and Teresa have taken great pains all summer to provide food that would fit in with my challenging gluten-free diet. Henry's father Herman also has a gluten sensitivity, so they were already familiar with the challenge. Even so, their gracious consideration for my diet really touched me.

After lunch was nap time. Hiroko had prepared a futon in the next room for me to rest on. Each time I've worked with Henry I've worried about getting the futon dirty with my heavily soiled farm clothes. But Hiroko doesn't seem to mind and I've gratefully been able to relax for an hour of blissful rest.

Tomatoes

 

With my tank filled and my muscles rested, I felt like a new woman, ready to tackle the last few hours of the day. We spent the rest of the afternoon harvesting cherry tomatoes, and later the hybrid tomatoes. The exquisite heirloom tomatoes would be harvested on Friday at the last possible moment before market. Before I knew it, Henry was asking Val to take my place so I could go home. Shocked, I looked at my watch, and it was indeed 6 PM. I realized that Val would be putting in extra time that evening, and I offered to stay a couple of hours longer. "Nope," Henry replied. "I need you fresh and strong tomorrow; it's going to be a big day."

So gratefully I returned to Teresa's house for the night. Teresa had supper on the stove. I was so exhausted I laid down on her floor while she finished up her blog for the market news. Every bone in my body ached, each muscle felt like rubber. This was no different than any other day I've had on the farm this summer. The difference this time was that I was not in the car driving home. I would not be sleeping in my own bed. I would not be sleeping in the next morning. I would be facing what Henry and Teresa and Val and the rest face every single day - heavy, hot, sweaty communion with the earth.

Harvest Struggles

 

Friday morning things were different and the urgency of the task ahead was readily apparent to me. This was my first ever real harvest day. Today every minute, every second had to count. The day before market day is one huge race. Harvesting of most items on Henry's farm can't be done in advance because of the extremely short shelf lives of his vegetables. Sure, Henry could use seeds that are bred to last longer; it would make his life a lot easier. But Henry respects and values the superior quality of crops that are bred for nutrition and flavor instead. So the day before market is the one and only chance Henry has to harvest those crops, and anything that doesn't get done that day simply doesn't get to market, and Henry doesn't get paid. So it is essential to harvest quickly and efficiently.

The Dreaded Twistie

 

I felt like a beginner flute player trying to play with the symphony. The pace was intense. My first task was to help Johnekie (forgive the spelling?) with the parsley. Johnekie showed me how to cut the parsley, clean the dead leaves away, arrange it like a flower bouquet, tie a twistie around it, and finally cut the stems neatly at the bottom. She made it look so easy! She helped my clumsy fingers with my first awkward bundle, but then she was off working swiftly and deftly as she worked steadily to a solid and graceful rhythm: cut, clean, arrange, tie, slice. Cut, clean, arrange, tie, slice. My own rhythm felt more like the unpredictable cadence of Stravinsky. My cut bundles came out in varying sizes. My clumsy fingers struggled to achieve the beautiful orb-shaped bouquets that were required, but when I pulled one erring stem down, the next one would come down with it. I poked and pulled and pushed and coaxed until I finally judged my impossible bouquet to be good enough. Next came the twistie. I tried to remember the intricate sequence Johnekie had shown me, but finally had to ask her for one more demonstration. Slicing the stems neatly was another challenge. I took aim and whacked just like I’d seen Johnekie do, but for me, only one or two ends flew off, leaving the rest of the bundle intact. I yearned for a cutting board but that's hardly workable on the field. Discouraged, I reminded myself that, although I was slow and could not hope to keep up with the experienced staff, each bundle of parsley I could manage meant one less bundle the others would have to prepare. I thought that, if I could help Henry and the others get to bed 15 minutes sooner at the end of the day, I would be happy with my efforts.

Lettuce Is For Love

 

Cleaning the lettuce came next, and I found it quite a bit easier than the parsley. This time I worked with Hiroko. Henry was selecting the heads of lettuce he wanted for market, cutting them off and leaving them in the aisles between the beds. Hiroko showed me how to remove the wilted outer leaves and make a clean slice at the bottom, and place the head in a crate. We had to work fast because the sun was hot and threatening to wilt any lettuce left unprotected in the aisles. The soft lettuce was a lot more cooperative than the parsley and no twisties were involved, so I really enjoyed working with it.

Kale Is For ‘K’antankerous!

 

The lettuce task came to an end far too quickly, and the twistie nightmare returned. How hard can it be to secure something with a silly twistie? I just could not get the hang of it. This time Mustard showed me his technique, which was completely backwards from the technique I had learned from Johnekie. We were harvesting kale now, and the new method seemed even more awkward than the first. Mustard then showed me how to find an imaginary line about midway up the plant which divided the good leaves from the old tough leaves. “Here’s a good leaf,” he said, showing me a leaf near the top. “And here’s an old tough one.” I looked twice, but to me they looked identical. What seemed obvious to him was another elusive mystery to me. The color was the same, the texture, the curl of the leaves, the space between the veins, the size. I have two eyes, but was completely blind to whatever it was he was seeing. “Ok,” he said. “Just clean off the leaves up to about here on each plant and take the ones at the top.”  He showed me how to make a triangle with my hands around the stem of the plant, and push down hard to the bottom to remove all of the leaves in one fell swoop. “Act like you mean business,” he said. When I tried it, I got three or four leaves off, but the rest of the stubborn gang remained hanging intact from the stem, seeming to mock my efforts.

We had to make nice bouquets with the kale, as I had done earlier with the parsley. “If the leaves are all sticking out like bad hair,” Mustard explained, “they break off or become easily damaged in the truck.”

We moved from green kale to red kale and from black kale to curly kale. We made piles of three and counted up to our assigned quotas for each variety. Throughout the effort I struggled to maintain a delicate balance between asking enough questions to be able to be productive, yet not so many questions that the others couldn’t do their own jobs.

Henry sauntered over to me and I asked him to inspect the bundle of kale I had just finished. “It looks pretty good,” he said. But then he took a closer look. “Hmm. Maybe this leaf is too damaged. We’ll just pull it out.” Then he looked a little further, and pulled out another leaf, and then another. And another.  Finally he handed me back my bundle, now half the size it was before. I thought of all the other bundles I had already prepared in much the same way. I’m sure he was thinking of the same thing.

The sad thing was, that particular variety of kale had so much heat damage from the drought that it had taken two full plants to come up with that single lonely bundle of leaves, damaged as it was. Henry has high standards though, and was willing to discard the 95% of the plant that was damaged, keeping only the scant best of the leaves.  Val explained that leaving those damaged leaves behind was no waste; they served two purposes. First, they would become nourishing compost for the soil. Second, they would serve as a mulch around the remaining plant, which would soon grow new fresh leaves for a later harvest. The leaf-mulch would protect the plant from weeds.

Beautiful Basil

 

Basil was next, and by now I was starting to get the hang of the twisties, twirling the basil around the twistie like a baton. The basil was fragrant and the stems were soft and easier to cut. Since basil is naturally gorgeous, it was easy to arrange the bundles into beautiful bouquets. These were the same basil plants I had hand-picked beetles from two months ago. Since then, Henry’s crew had cut back the beetle-damaged tops and new, beautifully clean, blemish-free basil was now ready for Henry’s lucky customers. We needed 150 bundles, and when we got to the last ten, we started a countdown, each person calling the next number as we finished our last bundle.

When we got back to the barn at lunchtime, Henry was already busy washing all the greens we had prepared. He has two large basins of water, into which he dunked one to two crates of greens at a time, crates and all. Fresh water continuously ran into the basins. When sufficiently clean, Henry put the wet crates onto roller tables and we pushed them to the cooling room where they would be chilled. Henry’s father Herman was stacking the crates neatly in the room. Henry’s mother Marlene was also bustling about, and the others were racing to complete tasks like a well-trained team, stacking things here and moving things there. Henry asked me to help Hiroko unload lunch, which she had just brought over from the house. As this was harvest day, there was no time for everyone to return to their respective quarters for a break, so Hiroko served everyone food that she had prepared the day before.

Sadly, this was the end of my farm day and farm experience for the summer; school will start this Monday. I left the others to continue with their marathon effort. Henry had already returned to the fields before I had even finished my lunch. As I said goodbye to the farm I had grown to love, I felt a lump growing in my throat.

“Thank you for being our friend this summer,” Marlene called after me. Friends, indeed. They are friendships to cherish.

Sunday, 26 December 2010

Grandma Hannah Part 3 – The Tragedy

 

Some Dates

While pondering the fate of Grandma Hannah, I wondered about her life that led to confinement. I found it difficult to believe that Hannah would be in what they then called a ‘lunatic asylum’ for over twenty years if all she had was consumption. I studied some of the dates associated with her life and put together this chronology:

23 Sep 1820: Hannah was born

1830: Hannah’s mother Elizabeth Williams died

26 Aug 1845: Married to Charles at age 24

11 Dec 1847: Daughter Ann was born

22 May 1849: Daughter Elizabeth was born

11 Jul 1851: Son Charles was born

9 May 1854: Son Samuel was born

28 Jul 1856: Son John was born

1 Jan 1858: Oldest child (Ann) died at age 11

12 Jan 1858: 4th child (Samuel) died at age 3

28 Jan 1858: Son Robert was born

7 Feb 1861: Hannah’s father William Hubbard died

23 Mar 1861: Hannah committed to Peckham Asylum

27 May 1861: 5th child (John) died at age 4

13 Dec 1867: Transferred to Brookwood Asylum

3 Sep 1873: Husband and two sons immigrated to SLC

28 Jun  1883: Hannah died at Brookwood at age 62

 

The dates alone tell a very sad story. Her mother died when Hannah was a young child, so she must have been raised by her father. Was she close to her father? When Hannah was 37 and nine months pregnant with Robert, two of her children passed away within days of each other. How hard is it to bury your children, even when you’re not pregnant?  Three years later her father passed, and it was just six weeks after her father passed that Hannah was committed.

Egham is Dark

England is located quite far north, and the winters are thus dark and gloomy. Egham is 51° north of the equator. From a North American perspective, that is similar to Calgary, Canada. In contrast, Salt Lake City is 40° north, and Chicago is 41°. Antelope California is 38°, and Houston is 29°.  So, Salt Lake City is roughly midway between Houston and Calgary, latitudinally. Put in other words, Calgary and Egham are about as far north of Salt Lake City as Houston is South.

For example, on the day I’m writing this, Christmas day 2010, Sunrise was at 08:07 in Egham, and sunset at 15:59, leaving less than eight hours of daylight. (In contrast, the sun rose at 7:50 in Salt Lake City, and set at 17:05, yielding over nine hours of daylight. Stockholm had a little over six hours.) The sun hangs low in the sky in the wintertime here in the UK, and despite the fact that there are fewer clouds than usual today, the sky is gray and the sun is so dim I can look directly at it.

I’ve struggled myself with seasonal depression here in London due to the lack of sunlight. In the winter months, my brain crumbles. Besides horrible lows in mood, thoughts dissolve in my mind like sugar in water. They just disappear while I’m thinking them – I have real trouble hanging onto ideas. My ability to make connections is severely limited and I’m easily confused with things that otherwise click easily for me during the summer months. Brain energy is low making it very difficult to be productive at work. Problems at work that I can normally deal easily with in the summertime become difficult in the winter, and my brain is sluggish; it slogs through tasks in slow motion as if having to wade through waist-high deep water. This is a form of dementia.

I’ve learned that aggressive vitamin D and magnesium supplementation with other nutrients goes a long way towards alleviating the effects of dementia and depression. It also helps significantly to visit the sun through travel, whenever possible.  Back in the mid-nineteenth century, however, our ancestors had no knowledge of vitamin D and magnesium, and the Sherwood family certainly did not have the opportunity back then to bop down south to Spain or Egypt for the weekend. Certainly the lack of sunlight and nutrition could have contributed to Hannah’s problems and caused her to snap with the compounding stresses of the deaths of her two children, possible postnatal depression associated with the birth of her son Robert immediately following those deaths, and finally three years later, the passing of her father - her sole parent since the age of 9 or 10.

On the other hand, maybe the lack of sun had nothing at all to do with Hannah’s condition. But in any case, having a small degree of experience myself with the struggles associated with depression and dementia gives me a bit of an insider’s understanding of what Hannah may have been going through.

 

Why was Grandma Committed?

The Woking library had other documents from Brookwood that I dug into. These documents provide further pieces to the complex puzzle that was Hannah’s life.

One item of interest was the patient admittance register, giving details of Hannah’s state at the time of admittance:

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  • No. in order of Admission: 315
  • Date of Admission: Dec 13 [1867]
  • Christian and Surname at length: Anna Sherwood
  • Sex: Female
  • Age: 46
  • Condition as to Marriage: Married
  • Condition of Life, and previous Occupation/Religious persuasion: Tailors Wife, Ch. of E  [Church of England]
  • Previous Place of Abode: Egham
  • County, Union, or Parish, to which chargeable: Windsor
  • By whose Authority sent: C. W. Furse O. C., E. Simmons R. O.
  • Dates of Medical Certificates, and by whom signed: C. V. Ridout, March 23 1861
  • Form of Mental Disorder: Dementia
  • Supposed Cause of Insanity: (blank)
  • Bodily Condition, and Name of Disease, if any: Moderate
  • Epileptics: (blank)
  • Congenital Idiots: (blank)
  • Duration of existing Attacks: 6 years, 9 months
  • Number of previous Attacks: (blank)
  • Age on First Attack: 36
  • Date of Discharge, Removal, or Death: June 28, 1883
  • Discharged or Removed: Died
  • Observations: D°.

Patient Record

The next document I found gave me a bit of a shock; be gentle when you read it. The doctor was required to examine the patients annually, and a record was kept of the results of the examination. The first entry stated the details of the transfer: that she had been brought in by her brother, Thomas Hubbard of Egham, and that she had been transferred to Brookwood from Pekham House:

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The handwriting is difficult to transcribe, and I may have made mistakes, but here’s my best stab at it:

“History. Her malady was marked at the onset by her destruction of p.. .. by heating & burning. has i.., & used 'profane & obscene' language in answer to questions. Set the house on fire & nearly suffocated her children. From Peckham House she is reputed as dangerous to others & to have been employed at ‘scrubbing & needlework, but most destructive…, cutting up & burning.’”

“State in admission: In moderate health. Talks rapidly, .., & for the most part incoherently. Irrational in replies to questions. Says that they tried to ‘derange’ her at Peckham, but cannot explain how. … much in her statements. Has scars of wounds over the trachea which she … were caused by her own act. … sometimes being very animated.”

The record continues with brief reports of her condition every few months until her death. The reports state things like she kept herself clean but refused to participate in her tasks,  that her language was offensive and she was abusive to other patients and excitable at times.

It sounds to me like she was a real handful. But surely Grandma was not always like that. The report lists the age of her first attack as 36. That puts the year as 1856/57. Interestingly, this is before her two children died, so she was already suffering by that time, if the report is correct. It’s very possible that the stress of losing her children and finally her father caused her to break to the point that her family could no longer deal with her and she put her children in jeopardy. In any case, she was truly sick and, although the doctors did the best they could with the limited medical understanding they had, they did not have the knowledge of how to help her.

How Did Hannah Die?

The final report gives details of Hannah’s death:

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She had diarrhea, temperature of 100 and pulse 120, but did not complain of any pain. She did not take her food very well, “which is confined to beef, tea, milk etc. and brandy. This morning early she was found much worse and in a state of collapse from which she never rallied & died.”

“A post mortem disclosed an abscess situated at the head of the pancreas which did not show any signs of cancer neither did the liver which was fairly healthy & congested, the abscess had burst into the transverse colon which was adherent to it, the rest of the colon (descending) being the seat of chronic inflammation.”

“Cause of death:

1. Abscess of Pancreas

2. Inflammation of the bowels.”

 

What About Hannah’s Family Through All This?

I found it hard to reconcile that Hannah’s husband and two sons abandoned her altogether when they sailed for America, leaving her behind alone. It still bothers me a little bit to be honest, but at the same time, they had to put their lives back together the best they could without her, under the circumstances. It must have been very difficult for them.

At some point Hannah’s husband moved to London and collected his son Robert back from the orphanage; I like to believe he moved to London because he wanted to be closer to Hannah when she was in Pekham House.

I wanted to find some evidence that Hannah’s family had not forsaken her altogether. Brookwood was not easily accessible from London back then, and there was no evidence that they ever visited her. But I hoped to find some form of correspondence in the years between Hannah’s admission in Dec 1867 to the time her husband and two sons set sail from Liverpool to America in 1873.

The library had trays filled with literally hundreds of letters and other documents, bound by month. The doctor apparently had one filing system – all incoming correspondence was put into a single pile, regardless of the type of correspondence. Everything was kept in the same pile – letters from families, letters from patients themselves to the doctor, employment enquiries, bills – everything. At the end of each month the documents were all bundled together with twine and stored away somewhere.

These bundles are now kept in trays in the library in Woking, and I was permitted to look at them. The archivists helped me to undo the twine, bundle by bundle, and left me alone to carefully unfold each document to see if it had relevance to our family.

It was one of the most tedious tasks I’ve ever done, to go through those trays of  dusty 140+ year old letters, one at a time, hour after hour. But look what I finally found, from Hannah’s son Charles:

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The letter is dated “Hastings, Feb 14. 70”, and the doctor noted that it was received on the 16th:

Sir

I would feel very much obliged if you would be so kind as to write and let me know how my mother Mrs. Anna Sherwood is in health and mind.

Yours respectfully

C. Sherwood

 

This is the only letter I found out of all those documents. But the date is interesting. We know that the three of them were baptized in 1869 and left for Liverpool on September 1, 1870, where they lived for three years before sailing to America.

It kind of looks to me like they were trying to decide whether to go to America, leaving Hannah behind. It must have been a hard decision  - to leave England represented a pretty much final closing of the door to Hannah. This letter shows that they did not take the decision lightly. Based on the medical records the doctor kept, we can presume that the doctor’s response to Charles was most likely bleak. Had there been some change for the positive, perhaps Hannah’s family would have stayed in England, ready to collect her home at some future point.

Is all this too much information? Maybe. Do we really want to know this tragic information about Grandma? Maybe not. But maybe we do, if there is something to be learned. And especially if there is something about Grandma that has been passed down more or less to each of us, her descendents.  It’s also possible that medical science may eventually be able to explain what really happened with Hannah, so we need to preserve these clues for that time. For now, I’ll leave the conclusions, if any, to the individual reader to sort out for him/herself. If anyone would like to delve deeper into Hannah’s medical reports, let me know and I’ll send the rest of my photos.

Grandma Hannah Part 2 - Egham

Sometime between the births of Hannah’s third and fourth children (Charles in 1851 and Samuel in 1854), Charles and Hannah moved their family to Egham.

Egham is a village that is roughly a 40-minute journey (about 20 miles) by train west from London, in the county of Surrey. This map (stolen from the wiki) shows the location of Surrey in England:

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I rode around the village on my bicycle taking photos of buildings that seemed old enough to have been around at the time Grandma Hannah and Grandpa Charles lived there. There weren’t many; most developments seemed to be recent…

 

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To the west of Egham, there is a large park, Windsor Great Park. Windsor Castle itself is north of the Great Park; the castle grounds are practically a stone’s throw from Egham! In the 1850’s the queen was Victoria. Prince Albert did a lot to develop Windsor Great Park during that time. Interestingly, Prince Albert passed away in 1861, the same year Hannah was admitted to Pekham House.

 

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Here is a taste of Windsor Great Park at the corner closest to Egham:

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Here is a picture that I took in June 2008 of the “Long Walk” to Windsor Castle, in the north end of the same park:

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So without knowing it, Wayne, Kathy, and Danny were that close to Hannah and Charles’ old home in Egham, when we visited Windsor that day in 2008.