Conversations with the Vegetable Guy
A dozen years ago, during a semester when I was teaching at Carleton College, I wandered down to the Co-op to see what it was all about. I had never been inside a food co-op and I was curious to know what drove the people who worked there. I found the vegetable guy way in the back stocking the coolers. He had been one of the founding members and he knew a lot about food, the food industry, and how tough it was to compete with the factory farms. He was an older, hippy-type that barely raised his head to look at me as he stocked the lettuce, green beans, squash, and rutabagas. He wore his graying hair in a ponytail with a hair net. βThe big food companies just do everything as cheaply as they can,β he said.
βThatβs kind of the idea isnβt it?β Iβd been thinking a lot about business lately and I was sincere in what I said, but he looked up at me with deep exasperation in his grey eyes.
βYour view of business is the standard party line: Markets will work everything out.β My comment had touched a nerve. βThat idea only works if you add in ALL the costs.β He had a rutabaga in his hand and tossed it up and down like a pitcher contemplating a fast ball. βAt the top of Monsantoβs list of crimes, misdemeanors, sins, and oversights is the accounting error of grabbing profits while pushing the costs down the line.β
βLike to the next generation.β
βLike to the next generation. Bullβs eye.β He was still tossing the rutabaga up and down. βNow take this humble vegetable. It was grown about six miles from here. No pesticides, herbicides to worry about cleaning up. No water stolen from some imperiled fish.β He stopped tossing the rutabaga, held it in front of his eyes like Hamlet considering the skull of Yorick. βThis is a rutabaga that comes with no I.O.Us. It is what it appears to be. A simple rutabaga. No future medical bills attached. No animals, plants, or microbes have been abused in its production. The world has not changed because it has come to be.β He tossed it into the air one more time, caught it neatly, and placed it on the growing pyramid of rutabagas.
Photo: Mill City Farmer's Market
The vegetable guy told me that he had been in the sustainability business since the late sixties when he dropped out of college to join a commune in New Hampshire. βBeen at it a long time,β he told me. βComposting, biological controls, organic, free range, local, polycultures, CSAs, farmerβs markets.β He waived his free hand to indicate there were a lot more labels that he just couldnβt think of right then. βYou name it, Iβve been there.β
His eyes went wistful and his arms stopped moving.Β βStarted off working with Caesar Chavez. I ran the mimeograph machine.β He gently picked up another rutabaga and I knew that he was thinking back over the years since he had first peeled himself away from the direction that American agriculture was heading.
I wondered how he thought of himself and the choices heβd made. βAre you doing any good?β I asked. He was dreamy again and it took a moment for him to come back to our conversation.
When his eyes finally found mine, they could not quite latch on. βI donβt know,β he said. There was a tiny shake of his head. βIt depends on the day. If I stay in this store and keep my head down. If I donβt look up from the people who come in here to shop or to sell their products, I can feel like something is happening. But I donβt dare look up at the rest of the world.β His voice was trailing off, βKeep my head down,β he said. I could tell that I was losing him again. He went back to stocking vegetables. βOne foot in front of the other,β he whispered. But he wasnβt talking to me. The vegetable guy was someone who desperately wanted help change the way we grow and market food. He had burned himself out trying, but he was someone I couldnβt help looking up to. He was someone every one of us here tonight should look up to because he was among the first wave of soldiers to hit the beach of sustainability.
Weβve come a long way, but we have a long way yet to go. Here at the Mill City Farmerβs Market you are establishing a standard for the struggle to come. But donβt fool yourself into believing that this next phase will be easy because we are no longer below the radar of Industrial Agriculture and that iteration of our capitalistic system plays rough. Unlike the vegetable guy, we can no longer keep our heads down. We are going to have to stand chin to chin with them and say: Stop. Enough. Quit damaging the earth and threatening our children!
Iβve read Adam Smithβs book, Wealth of Nations - where capitalism was first described in detail. It is a big fat book and nowhere in it does Smith exempt capitalism from responsibility.Β And sustainability in Ag is nothing more than responsibility among producer and marketers.
ο»ΏPhoto: Buffalo by Bike - Nicholas Heimer Owner/Operator
You are all responsible people. You are associated with Mill City Farmers Market! You are the hope of all the generations to follow and you have the high ground. Donβt give in. And donβt give up. Donβt start talking to rutabagas like the vegetable guy. Letβs continue to be doggedly responsible. Letβs show the world a way out of our environmental crisis. Letβs be industrious, creative, energetic, innovative, and entrepreneurial. Letβs continue to advocate for new and better ways to produce and to market honest food. If we can do that, we can beat the bastards at their own game.