Romanticization of picking your own strawberries: How I came full circle with agricultural labor and black rural identity

I drove through Gaviota, CA last recently with the kids. We stopped at Classic Organic farm and picked our own strawberries and raspberries. In this video I talk about how picking your own fruit is not always a ‘fun’ hobby, depending on how your grew up (for example, if you are working as a harvester under poor conditions).

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  1. Thank you for posting this. As someone who has lived all her life in or near NYC, being able to pick my own vegetables, etc has always been a relief – to be able to reconnect to the source and touch soil and just be in nature….I have thought about food justice as it relates to many things including labor, but never connected the dots this way… You raise many good and important points that I have never thought about. Thanks.

  2. I do remember my mom taking us to pick strawberries as children in WI. This was a “fun” outing for us (my mom and my sister). When I think back on this, I would not want to pick strawberries everyday. My grandmother turned our backyard into a garden, I enjoyed spending time with her in that garden but it was hard work. She (we aunts & uncles) literally dug up the entire yard to plant some fruits and mostly vegatables. My grandmother was born in MS on a farm, she brought that to an urban space in WI.

  3. I appreciate you documenting your experience. It sounds like you did not expect to use all the experiences you had in farming as a kid in your adult life. I can relate. Many of the “life lessons” I learned equate to working in the garden, picking weeds, and tilling the dirt. I will definetly be back to partake in your journey!

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