Showing posts with label chicken. Show all posts
Showing posts with label chicken. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

IllinoisRiver Slime


I usually look for aesthetic objects to blog about.  And I'm running the risk of being untimely, since this blog is being written before the ruling in the Big Chicken lawsuit.  But on February 19, I took this pic coming down Highway Ten between Jay and Tahlequah.  Its slime.  It is river slime from a bar ditch that will be running right to the river.  I also photographed a chicken feather just two feet away. 

The Illinois River in Northeastern Oklahoma runs thru the heart of the Cherokee Nation.  I've played on that river since I was a little bitty kid, either fishing, camping, or just going to the water to play music or have a picnic.  It didn't use to ensnarl one's feet in slimy green ooze.  But the economics are such that huge monoposonistic poultry companies in Arkansas consider this watershed "out the back door" and establish contracts with growers urging them to expand this direction, thus keeping the White River Basin pristine for the companies' executives playground.

What to do?  In Tulsa, there may yet be a lawsuit as yet unruled upon, where AG Drew Edmondson has found attorneys taking it on a contingent fee, to enforce the laws which are aimed at preventing this type of collusive and individual corporate irresponsibility.  One law says you can't dump solid waste in this manner.  That would apply to the solid waste these farms spread on the land.  One law says you can't pollute the waters of Oklahoma--- regardless of whether it is ooze, protein, liquid manure, beneficial fertilizer that gets away.  Another law says that when activity within a company's control results in a nuisance to another person's use of the public arena it is actionable.  There are other laws too-- the Clean Water Act and its subsequent Safe Drinking Water Act.  The SDWA says you can't pollute so much that downstream water treatment plants give people cancer because of all the disinfection by products used.  They have a magic number saying what risk is acceptable--- and what risk is more than downstream water users ought not have to put up with.  And when the consequence of pollution is measured in number of deaths, that's a pretty tough hardship.

Why on Earth would a neighbor do this to downstreamers?  Money.  Pure and simple.  See, it costs fuel and time to move poultry litter from over-concentrated areas to needy areas elsewhere in other watersheds where every bit of nutrient is captured by a hungry plant before it can dissolve and slide into the water to feed algae.  IRW plants are overfed, and can't eat another bite of the stuff... or else there is so much water that drains.  Pick a flat, dry watershed, and you'd have the perfect place to apply poultry litter to the surface where it can be used as a fertilizer instead of as a waste disposal sham.

No matter how Judge Frizzell rules, the loser will appeal for about a dozen years and we may not see anything but foot-dragging for as long as Big Chicken can pay lawyers to hold off the changes.  When you think about an infinite number of years that waste would have to be trucked away, you can see the logic of foot-dragging.  These companies are looking at the long-long perspective and spending money up-front to forestall the day they will have to do right by the river, because it will change their economics.

The first day I sat in on the trials in Tulsa, I was stunned at the contrast.  Big Chicken had about 35 lawyers on its side of the case.  Oklahoma had seven lawyers and 3 support personnel on its side.  Big Chicken made very imaginable objection and tried to twist the Judge's logic.  At one point they obtained rulings that vastly changes the possible outcomes, by applying a definition so restrictively.  The Judge was ruling that some routine governmental reports were inadmissible, and that really slowed down the State making it very hard and tedious to prove the case.  Last time I counted in December, the record was about 16,000 pages of testimony and there were thousands of exhibits.  Another trick was to agree to certain documents and then later Big Chicken's attorneys would argue that the documents were not admissible.  That crippled Oklahoma by whittling away the evidence.  It was, in my opinion, underhanded fraud by the Defendants in the case because they used timing to keep Oklahoma from admitting certain evidentiary facts.

But the outcome is unavoidable.  Poultry waste leaves their land in water, which runs into the river and is like vitamin water for algae to grow super-well.  The algae changes the habitat for stream biota until it dies, and then it takes the oxygen out of the water making it lifeless for fish and other life forms.  Some algae is toxic when it dies.  And cities have to bleach the water to make it drinkable... and that bleaching process adds poisons too.  To be safe, cities limit their disinfection to a certain level, but sometimes they can't make safe water because the bacteria, dead algae and bleach are too high--- its so polluted that it can't be brought back to safe drinkability.

That's just a thumbnail overview.  These companies are very powerful and will tell you that they want to sell cheap chicken so poor people won't starve.  To that I say, "Eaters should pay the price, not those who have the misfortune to be a neighbor to these colonizers."  The language of conquest applies even today. 


Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Urban Trends


In Europe, more people live on every square mile of land than here in America.  In Jamaica, there are vast unoccupied areas of beautiful lush jungle habitat, and yet people there also surround themselves with an intentional urban landscape.  It is a beautiful and functional landscape. 

Not too long ago, I stayed at a little cluster of cottages in Jamaica.  The owner’s dad was sitting on the step one morning as I went for a walk to find a vendor selling nice local Blue Mountain coffee.  “124 mangoes ripe,” this elder gentleman (in his late 80s) informed me.  He gestured toward the big fruit tree which shadowed overhead like an umbrella, and to the ripe fruit all around on the ground.   He was inviting me to breakfast, in a Jamaican casual way.  There was something verdant and abundant about a tree lavishing big ripe mangoes for as many as 124 passers by.  Fruit trees are like that.  


(My daughter, sitting outside Mikey's at Green Leaf Cabins in Negril, Jamaica.  Local men sit around and play dominoes there, faster than I can do the math.  If you visit Seven Mile Beach at Sun Beach, stop by and see my tiedye fashions for sale in Jennifer's Gift Shop there at Green Leaf Cabins, on Norman Manley Boulevard.  And don't miss one of the best roadside jerk chicken grills called "Best of the West." ) 


By urban landscape, I’m not talking about skyscrapers and utility lines, and parking lots.  Outside of America, most of the people living in fertile regions with a moderate climate, surround their homes with an edible, or otherwise useful, landscape.

Driving down Mexico’s Emerald Coast on a road trip, you can still see people living in modest little homes who use horses or mules to press sorghum in their front yard.  The animals, strapped to something like the horse exercise carousels in Oklahoma, go round and round.  This cinches and presses the canes, which are like bamboo, to crush out the juice.  A family member or neighbor with a big paddle stirs and cooks the sap over an open fire in the yard, making the sweet and iron-rich molasses which will be used for cooking or as a table condiment.

Further South, visit the Mexican village (now a city) of Papantla and you will find a culture of vanilla there.  It is grown by many.  Seller after seller features their vanilla beans in the local farmers market.  Some grow extra, and trade it for other needed things such as tools and labor.

Other places yet, one may find an informal guild of  weavers or potters, silversmiths or luthiers.  In families and among neighbors they hand down the technology of their craft. 

In America, we have some analogies.  SPIN farming is small-plot intensive gardening.  It is a new trend in Oklahoma.  People share learning so they can grow food on small patios or in a small but rich deep garden plot.  Even smaller, one can  buy a little kitchen nanogarden taking up less than 2 square feet of space and capable of yielding fresh herbs year round.  And in rural places dotting the Oklahoma roadsides and backroads, the landscape still has vestiges of subsistence farming from the past— some farmhouse amidst fruit trees often with the signs of a past garden plot.  These are landmarks, whispering a bit of the history of the past or future. 

Revitalizing urban homesteads, I predict, will grow more popular as more and more people  reach a point of change and authenticate their consumer consciousness.  We seem to be ‘regionalizing and localizing’ in our preferences.  Local food.  Regional music.  Shopping as an adventure to find unique and individual things instead of things mass-produced machine-made disposables.
 
Maker Fairs are springing up as a weekend happening in large urban areas.  People go to see Indie artisans and gadgety inventor geeks at work and play.  Visitors can sometimes pay to make their own stuff there onsite at some of the booths.  What girlie girl would not love to make herself a purse which illuminates inside with LED lights when opened?  At a Maker Fair, Guys can punch leather, rig a little robot for the coffee table, or make a bookshelf that appears to have no visible means of support.  There, you might find  a floating MP3 speaker inside of a mylar balloon.    

Sooner or later, we have a hankering to live in a world with our imprints.  Learning to do cool stuff is a dividend in customizing an intentional lifestyle.  

Resources:  Read about the pole diving religion of Cempoala Totonacs at http://www.en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Totonac ;   Yardify your food at okspinfarmcoop, a yahoo group.  Make stuff:  www.instructables.com .  Get bits here:  http://store.makezine.com/  See that speaker:  http://makerfaire.com/pub/e/554