Thursday, November 30, 2006

Fourteen acres of hope
by Darren Legge

Environmental activist Julia “Butterfly” Hill often sits in trees. July 2006 marked the first time she had ever shared a walnut tree with actress Daryl Hannah in South Central Los Angeles. For the better part of 17 days, film crews watched attentively as dozens of celebrities like Hannah and Hill joined the protests of the South Central Farmers, a group of families tending 14 acres of organic crops in the heart of the city’s industrial zone.

For 13 years, the South Central Community Garden provided over 2,000 of L.A.’s poorest residents with healthy meals and medicinal herbs as an alternative to high-priced medication. “We’ve done this out of sheer necessity to try to survive,” said Tezozomoc, a community leader. “We have no other choice.”

The City of Los Angeles purchased land from developer Ralph Horowitz in the 1980s in an effort to construct a trash incinerator. Public outcry killed the project, and the lot remained vacant until 1994, when the L.A. Harbor Department granted a revocable permit to the L.A. Food Bank to use the site for a community garden.

But, in 2003, the city sold the property back to Horowitz, who had plans for a cement-warehousing complex. On the morning of June 13, 2006, police surrounded the farm and gave residents 15 minutes to evacuate. Residents stayed put. On July 5, officers seized at least 39 protestors chained to the walnut tree, a picnic table, and barrels filled with cement. One man was arrested for throwing a milk crate at the driver of a bulldozer.

The community that had emerged from this now-demolished farm was something rare indeed. “I’m very thankful for these neighbors,” resident Maria Gonzales said of her life in the urban garden. “If you don’t have something that I have, I’ll give you some of mine. That’s the sense of respect and trust we have among one another.”

The community worked together to address its own most basic issues—namely food security and health. Among the South Central Farmers’ central tenets was the affirmation of the “fundamental right to political, economic, cultural, and environmental self-determination of all peoples.”

In fact, the United States federal government recognized this right in 1992 when it ratified the International Covenant on Civil and Political Rights. Article one, section one states: “All peoples have the right to self-determination.” In no case may a people be deprived of its own means of subsistence.

The country has acknowledged this universal right, but on the ground, people go to great lengths to defend their community resources. Why don’t governments protect them?

Perhaps they’re corrupt. Los Angeles sold the farm for $8 million under market value, stirring accusations of a backroom deal between Horowitz and City Attorney Rocky Delgadillo. “If we were to sit down and do a pure economic analysis, the benefits that [the city] would get from Horowitz would actually be negative,” says Tezozomoc.

Perhaps it’s because law gives corporations the same rights it ascribes to people. Freedom of speech provides a mandate for advertising and political contributions. The freedom not to speak makes compulsory product labeling unconstitutional. An 1889 Supreme Court decision established the “personhood” of a corporation, and in Los Angeles it allowed a developer to persuade the city to protect the inalienable rights of a warehouse. The 14th Amendment granted equal protection to blacks in 1868; today, it has emancipated the corporation.

Perhaps the U.S. Congress bit off more than it could chew when it recognized the right to self-determination. Throughout much of the democratic world, the notion of the community as a meaningful unit of society has all but disintegrated. In order to respect the collective rights of a people, a country must have communities that can make coherent decisions. Maybe self-determination simply isn’t viable in countries like the U.S.

But a growing international peasant farmers’ movement called Via Campesina believes it is possible. “The principle of food sovereignty supports all peoples in their right to produce their own food independently of market conditions,” says Via Campesina. “We reiterate our call to governments to guarantee us the effective access and control over the natural and productive resources that we need to truly realize our human rights.”

Human rights treaties and organizations offer a potential outlet for marginalized groups to fight for the resources they believe they are entitled to. Inadequate frameworks for the fulfillment of human rights drive people toward desperate measures.

Some of L.A.’s poorest residents resisted police from their avocados and sunflowers because they knew what they wanted, and weren’t about to abandon their 0.53 square kilometers of nourishment and hope.

Daryl Hannah saw the community’s potential to take control of its future. So did Dennis Kucinich and Red Hot Chili Peppers bassist Michael “Flea” Balzari. Preeminent among the South Central Farmers’ eclectic fan club was Oakland Mayor Jerry Brown, who proclaimed, “L.A. could afford to keep this. It’s only a matter of values.”

Despite the wash of public support, the only ones who can defend this community’s rights are the people within. “To secure effective and active participation of communities,” writes Ruchi Badola of the Wildlife Institute, “programmes must restore the local institutions concerned.”

The United Nations has recognized important obstacles to people claiming collective rights, not least of which is the clamorous task of identifying who is entitled to claim what. Unless and until communities demand their rights, however, they will continue to deteriorate and suffer. According to the UN’s human rights-based approach to development cooperation, “human rights claims are generally made most effectively by people acting together as a group.” We only get what we are organized to take.

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Saturday, November 25, 2006

So I wrote an article for a publication that our group is putting together called Common Ground. It's about the National Human Rights Commission of Thailand, who has recognized a community's right to participation in natural resource management as a human right. Several of the communities we've visited this semester have filed violations with the NHRC, citing this right. So I spent the last week researching these cases and others from around the world and interviewing a Commissioner from the NHRC, and I wrote a 2000 word article.

Then, the editors said, "we want you to write about a community garden in Los Angeles." Easy enough transition, right? Turnaround time, 24 hours.
Khon Kaen host family income: 5000 dollars a month
Landfill host family income: 5000 baht a month

Exchange rate: 1 dollar = 37 baht




Tuesday, November 21, 2006











My kidnapping

Monday, November 20, 2006

CIEE Security Guard (hired to be at the office at night), roughly 7pm: "Can I go to my older brother's house to help him process his rice tonight? I'll be back at 9:30pm."

Lara and me: "Sure, can I come?"

Six or seven villages and two meals later, I am sitting on the floor with the security guard, 2 or 3 cross-dressing go-go dancers (not sure about one of them), a large family, a gay 22-year-old neighbor, and a man who unconditionally refuses to comprehend anything that I say in Thai, even though the only thing he can effectively communicate in English is the word "baby". It is now that I learn that the security guard has already had 6 (20-oz.) bottles of beer and a quarter bottle of rice whiskey today.

9:45pm rolls around, and we begin to think about going into the rice fields. Eventually, we are throwing bales of dried, harvested sticky rice wrapped in bamboo ties into a large truck, or basically a portable rice mill. Extremely fun for the 4-7 minutes that I got to help. But I am exhausted and want to go home to sleep.

Two beers, one shot of whiskey, one very sensual same-sex "I love you," 17 "I have to go back to the office now"s and 4-600 "baby"s later, I am riding on a motorcycle with a falling-down-drunk security guard, and we safely return to the office by midnight.

That is the story of how I got kidnapped.

Saturday, November 18, 2006

Last week (and weekend? what day is it today? is it daytime?) were filled with 4 1/2 days of coming up with a theme for our final projects and publication. Our publication will be about self-determination. We almost went with the theme of "legitimacy" instead, which I hated for the very legitimate reasons that it makes no sense and is stupid. It was excruciating. And I almost flipped out being trapped in the office for 10+ hours every day. It was bad. But I'm excited about what we've come up with, and I'm doing a final project about human rights and self-determination. The National Human Rights Commission in Thailand has recognized "participation in natural resource management" as a human right, or more accurately, a community right. It is interesting to try to explore if it's a viable idea in other places. And I can finally plan my own schedule, thank God.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Hey, the last newsletter link I sent you is not the very final copy. No huge changes, but if you haven't opened it yet, use these links. Read it! It's still really cool!

Choose which file size you want, click, and download!

Small one!
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Medium one!
6.1 MB
FRIED IN LARD one!
17.1 MB

Tuesday, November 07, 2006


All Hallow's Eve! We were the only ones dressed up. We danced all night.



Sunday, November 05, 2006

11/3
Last night was Ajaan (Professor) Ooh's wedding. More bad Thai music, but good food and a really cool house. Got back kinda late, then woke up at 5:30 this morning to go to Laos to renew our visas. After five excruciating hours there, we came back to Khon Kaen for the Urban unit--aka staying at the municipal landfill. There are several levels of scavengers here in Thailand, and this community is at the end of the line. In the evening we sat in the dirt road adjacent to the landfill for about four hours, talking with the villagers about there lives. Then, at about 11pm, when the temperature was nice and cool, we set off into the piles of rotting garbage and medical waste for a shift of work with the families. The municipal garbage trucks came a little late this night, so we built a fire on top of the landfill and talked for a while longer. At about 1am the trucks started coming, bringing with them the first several of the 190 tons of garbage that is dumped there every day, providing about 400 people with their livelihood since at least the 1960s. So we dug.

When the trucks climb up the 18 meter pile, villagers are there waiting to claim their territory, but the truck drivers have no regard for anyone around--if you weren't alert, you'd be run over when they hit the gas. But everyone has a riot of a time, laughing with each other and joking with us farangs (foreigners). It was actually really fun, and I wish we had more time there. Their community is really strong, and they're as proud of their way of life as the rice farmers who were put out of business when the landfill runoff poisoned the fields nearby. These villagers say they aren't too worried about the toxic water, and they eat the pumpkin and tomatoes that grow by the reservoir that catches the outflow from the dump (which is then 'purified' with a few papyrus reeds before it flows into the river and back into the municipal water supply).

At about 3:30 am, I went back to shower and sleep, since the next morning, we had to leave again. But about 6 people stayed and slept with their families in lean-to shelters on the landfill, made from whatever materials the city made available that day. Some students found a 2-foot fish in the trash, which they proceeded to place on the fire and marinade with a bottle of teriyaki sauce. They were JOKING. But when they woke up in the morning, the community was sucking the bones clean, along with a few full bottles of beer that Ryan and I had found and brought back.

So at 9:30 the morning of the 5th, I left my dirty shoes for my host family and piled in the 9-passenger van with 13 other putrid people and drove back to the university. And dove right back into work for my internship during our supposed "free day" (don't believe them when they say that--it's a total myth).

CIEE has about $300,000 in surplus budget that the Thai Seeka Association wants for itself. Thai Seeka is this alternative education network in Khon Kaen, of which CIEE Khon Kaen is a part. CIEE is going to decide what to do with this money tomorrow at their annual meeting in Spain, so we spent 11 hours writing a funding proposal for the construction of a Cooperative Learning Center on the grounds of Nonchai Primary School that would be a home for Thai Seeka, a meeting space for local community groups, a demonstration of sustainable living, and the future home for CIEE Khon Kaen. We finished the proposal during class yesterday and sent it off 10 minutes before we left for our final homestay.

So now, I'm writing from the office of my new host family; my Paw owns a car rental business in Khon Kaen, and my Mae is a nurse. We're all staying with different families from different economic backgrounds, and mine is pretty well off. We're watching a DVD of Simon and Garfunkel reunited in Japan two years ago. The 16 year old daughter did an exchange program in Ohio last year for High School, and the dad speaks English pretty well too. Last night we watched Pirates of the Carribbean 2, and this morning we went shopping at the downtown mall (because I needed to get new shoes!). It's strikingly like being at home.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

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Go to this website where Tabitha has uploaded our obnoxiously large second publication for your viewing pleasure:
http://sprigler.com/files/folders/tabitha/entry2132.aspx.
This way, you can learn about everything this group has been doing for the last 3 months, and I don't have to send it to you in an email. Really, the Ajaans (professors) said to us, "make a newsletter." And this MAGAZINE is what became of it. There's some really great satire, a feature article about alternative education for which I wrote a sidebar about my internship, and a lot more about the different trips we've taken this semester. Read it. Now.
http://sprigler.com/files/folders/tabitha/entry2132.aspx
Read it now!
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(No really, read it. I'm not joking. It's really cool.)

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!We finished our second publication!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It's 19 pages and almost 3 Megabytes, and I can't really upload it onto the blog. So I'm not yet sure how you can get it. I can try sending it by email, so if you want a copy, let me know. I could also print it and send it in the mail. It's a really amazing newsletter. I have a piece about my internship in there, inside a larger article about alternative education. I also have a poem about consumerism. If you want to just see either of those things, they would be easy to send. But if you want to figure out what the hell I've been doing all semester, you shoudl really read the whole thing. There are a lot of cool pictures too. I'll figure something out.
Storage: in dry place
Usage: for cleaning body
Suggestion: Dispose of the tissue in suitable place

Toilet paper: one good thing that development has brought to Thailand.