{"id":490,"date":"2020-07-15T22:09:11","date_gmt":"2020-07-15T22:09:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.oregonstate.edu\/mgcoordinators\/?p=490"},"modified":"2020-07-15T22:29:23","modified_gmt":"2020-07-15T22:29:23","slug":"stories-of-race-culture-place-and-people-surround-us-even-in-the-garden-we-must-face-them","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.oregonstate.edu\/mgcoordinators\/2020\/07\/15\/stories-of-race-culture-place-and-people-surround-us-even-in-the-garden-we-must-face-them\/","title":{"rendered":"Stories of race, culture, place, and people surround us, even in the garden. We must face them."},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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Photo by @blcksmth <\/a>– Quote by James Baldwin
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What are the stories we tell about our lives, our history, our gardens, our favorite flowers? I\u2019ve been thinking about these things, and how we can personalize what\u2019s happening in the world. How we bring issues of justice and equity into our lives as gardeners.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What can we do? How do we start? Why haven\u2019t we done this earlier? What does this have to do with gardening?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

These are all questions I\u2019m hearing from Master Gardener leaders and volunteers throughout the state. Via Zoom, phone and email, I\u2019ve been doing a lot of listening in my new role as statewide outreach coordinator, and asking questions.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And in the way of the world right now, I\u2019m incredibly thankful to be learning so much, even as I\u2019m unlearning stories I thought I knew. For example, while I have sentimental childhood memories of visiting Mt. Rushmore on a classic family road trip across the country, I know now that project defiled sacred Lakota land and that the creator, Gutzon Borglum, was deeply involved in the Ku Klux Klan.<\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wonder why I never learned in school about what happened in Tulsa, Oklahoma in 1921<\/a>, or the important significance of June 19th<\/a>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Facing our need as Master Gardeners to better serve our community through a lens of equity, diversity and inclusion means uncovering the truth, questioning our stories, and checking our own assumptions. It\u2019s why I\u2019m turning to the words of James Baldwin right now: Not everything that is faced can be changed. But nothing can be changed until it is faced.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Let\u2019s start with the plants themselves. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Me with a favorite ajisai (hydrangea) as big as my head.
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Take hydrangea, one of my favorite plants. But it wasn\u2019t always called hydrangea. Known and revered for centuries in Japan as ajisai, the flower was caught in the colonization sweeps of Joseph Banks. When it was presented at Kew Gardens in England, the \u201cnewly discovered\u201d plant was renamed hydrangea, effectively erasing its Japanese cultural history and lineage. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then there’s the dahlia….<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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A cocoxochitl in my garden last week, also known as a collarette dahlia named Pooh from Swan Island Dahlias in Canby.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n

Named for Swedish botanist Anders Dahl, the dahlia was brought to Europe by the Spanish after the conquest of Mexico. Grown in the beautiful and sophisticated gardens of Montezuma, the Aztecs called this flower cocoxochitl, where it was grown for its grandeur, function and as a food crop. The tree dahlias grown here could grow to thirty feet tall and with hollow stems three inches in diameter, they were used for transporting water. All of this rich, Mexican, cultural history vanished when it was claimed and named by Europeans.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“This naming of things is so crucial to possession\u2014a spiritual padlock with the key thrown irretrievably away\u2014that it is a murder, an erasing, and it is not surprising that when people have felt themselves prey to it (conquest), among their first acts of liberation is to change their names (Rhodesia to Zimbabwe, LeRoi Jones to Amiri Baraka). That the great misery and much smaller joy of existence remain unchanged no matter what anything is called never checks the impulse to reach back and reclaim a loss, to try and make what happened look as if it had not happened at all.\u201d<\/p>\u2014Jamaica Kincaid, My Garden (Story)<\/cite><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

The author Jennifer Jewell writes about her interview with Jamaica Kincaid:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In my conversations with Jamaica Kincaid \u2026 she said this: “The thing we have liked the most about gardens is the love of a flower from somewhere else. Most people don\u2019t know that the marigold and dahlia were part of Montezuma\u2019s gardens. If we could just honor one another, it wouldn\u2019t feel so badly to have taken them. Honoring one another is one way perhaps that we redeem ourselves; I am very interested in redemption,\u201d she told me. Redemption. An interesting word \u2013 Jamaica talks about how we as people can work to honor one another \u2013 work to re-find and retell and re- share histories which were hidden \u2013 stolen \u2013 histories that some strove to erase. But they are still there those histories \u2013 embodied in the plants and the seeds and the art and the myth and the lived history of peoples and places.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n\n\n\n

I have two stories to leave you with. One is a tiny example of what can happen when we begin to ask questions and see things with a new eye. I recently noticed the description for Trachelospermum jasminoides<\/em> on a favorite plant resourcing site. Common names listed were star jasmine and confederate jasmine. Do we really need to celebrate the confederacy with one of my favorite plants? Probably not. I mentioned it to the website owner and within ten minutes, the name confederate jasmine was gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But then there\u2019s the story the woman riding her bike by our garden told herself a few weeks ago. My partner and I were gardening in our front garden, and the bicyclist pulled a u-turn when she saw our giant stand of romneya coulteri. Approaching my partner she asked about the flower, first inquiring if she was the landscaper. My partner is Mexican-American, had a bandana holding back her hair, and earbuds in her ears. The woman repeated the question, this time overpronouncing with the assumption she might not speak English. I couldn\u2019t believe what I was witnessing. I\u2019ve never been assumed to be the landscaper in our front garden. And that was my white privilege.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Romneya coulteri
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We all have stories to unlearn and we\u2019re in a special moment where we can use new eyes in the way we see and move through the world. And we can act. Even in our gardens.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Resources mentioned in this essay:<\/p>\n\n\n\n