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Storytelling to Confront Injustice

2014 June 3

By Dale Slongwhite

I first heard the term “environmental justice” in October 2009 when my daughter Karen invited me to attend the first annual Environmental Justice Summit at Barry University’s Dwayne O. Andreas School of Law in Orlando, an event she was helping to organize. I did not even know what the term “environmental justice” meant. I attended the conference as a show of support for her efforts to make a positive change in the world.

But something happened halfway through the day that converted me from a supportive mother to an individual willingly drawn into the middle of the fray.

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Click to Hear Linda Lee’s Story

An African American woman, a former farmworker on the many now-closed Lake Apopka farms, spoke about her experience crawling on her knees in the scorching Florida sun, down seemingly endless rows hacking at lettuce with a machete for twelve hours a day, six days a week, for decades. She spoke about women gathering their skirts around another woman as a make-shift bathroom since there were none in the field; about gobbling down a sandwich after hauling a crate of corn to the truck; about crop duster planes dropping pesticides without asking workers to leave the fields; about high incidences in her neighborhood of lupus, eczema, and cancer. And about 18 funerals in one weekend.

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Farmworkers pack vegetables on a large vehicle called a mule train.

She started working summers and weekends at the age of seven, standing atop the mule train twelve feet off the ground pushing crates down the chute for other women to pack vegetables. She was the same age as me — I pictured my summer days at age seven — lounging on the beach in Connecticut, riding my bike around the block, engrossed in Writer magazine dreaming of becoming a published author.

The stories of these women, these farmworkers, haunted me until I could no longer sit on the sidelines. But what could I do for a whole community ten minutes from my house whose residents now suffered life-threatening illnesses? I’m not a lawyer, so I couldn’t fight a legal battle. I’m not a doctor, so I couldn’t offer healthcare. I’m not a scientist, environmentalist, or lobbyist. I’m just a writer.

Just a writer! I could craft stories about the harmful effects of pesticide exposure, about heat stroke, and about labor laws we all take for granted that do not apply to farmworkers. I could write so that others who live in their own worlds away from environmental injustices could be made aware of what it takes to harvest our food.

 

Click to Hear Mary Ann Robinson's Story

Click to Hear Mary Ann Robinson’s Story

I interviewed 11 African American former farmworkers, who told stories of pregnant women bending over in the fields harvesting or planting right up until the time of delivery. Many of these babies were born with low birth weights, physical or mental disabilities, or stillborn. I heard stories of snakes in the fields and trees. I heard stories of indebtedness.

I learned that these same individuals went home to neighborhoods that housed toxic dumps trucked in from other parts of the country; that race is the biggest factor when it comes to the location of municipal landfills and incinerators, abandoned toxic waste dumps, and Superfund sites.

Click to Hear Mary Tinsley's Story

Click to Hear Mary Tinsley’s Story

I could tell people about Mary who sees all sorts of doctors for her lupus, which she believes was caused by exposure to chemicals and pesticides in the fields. She has sympathy for people working in the fields.

I hope these stories move you. When you sit down tonight for your evening meal and experience the crunch of a carrot, the succulence of an orange, or the sweetness of a raspberry, remember the farmworkers who brought you that bountiful blessing.

We all have different talents, but we also have the same obligation to confront injustices, wherever we encounter them. Hopefully you will spread the message, and maybe there are even some who can do more than just tell stories. Maybe you can take action — before more farmworkers unnecessarily suffer another day just so that we all can eat.

About the Author: Dale Slongwhite is a professional writer and has been coaching writers for over 10 years. Her recent book, Fed Up: The High Cost of Cheap Food, dives deeper into many of the issues surrounding Lake Apopka.

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5 Responses leave one →
  1. Kim permalink
    June 3, 2014

    I had know idea the challenges and health impacts that so many farmworkers are facing every day! I often here about farmworkers who come here from other countries but this is the first time I made the connection to US citizens who are doing this very difficult work and the impacts from pollution to their health. I have recently seen the great work EPA and others are doing on Climate Change I hope you don’t forget these other issues that are just as important in protecting citizens health. Thanks for this blog.

  2. Connie permalink
    June 5, 2014

    It is amazing what the power of story is. A story puts us in touch with our shared humanity. When dealing with Environmental Justice it is the unequal treatment of humans that is brought to light. I commend Dale for stepping up to the plate and using her skill set to bring the issue os farm workers’ struggles to a bigger audience. It is an inspiration for me to do the same. Thank you.

  3. Marva E. King, PhD permalink
    June 5, 2014

    Thank you Dale for making sure we heard the stories of such strong women. We need to hear them. We need to remember what so many people have overcame in life. We need to make sure these stories are not permitted to happen today. Although as some of us know, that same beat goes on, those same hurts are happening, those same groups are being hurt because of the color of their skin and/or the limited size of their pocket book. So — WHAT are YOU going to do about it?

  4. Dale Slongwhite permalink
    June 6, 2014

    Kim, your eyes are being opened slowly as were mine.
    Connie, you understand exactly why I wrote the book in the format I did.
    Marva, one thing people can do is purchase the book and donate it to their public library.

    Thank you for your positive comments. God bless.

    Dale Slongwhite

  5. William Wallace permalink
    June 27, 2014

    For our fourth child, my wife worked her job in the morning, and gave birth at 6pm that evening. I do not think a story like that is remarkable for any woman working any job.

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