When I stand in my backyard in Oakland, California, I survey my two little garden boxes and handful of pots with a mix of pride, embarrassment and longing. Proud that the tomatoes overflowed for months, embarrassed that the worms in my compost bin died after three days, and longing for real space to cultivate food.
An ocean away, at the Salupongan School for Talaingod Manobo youth in Nasilaban, I was following a group of high school students out to their “backyard,” an expansive hilly terrain where thick green grass and banana trees grow out of the clay soil anywhere that hasn’t already been carefully cultivated. We spent about fifteen minutes weeding a hill with curved dull knives as long as my forearm – a task I had to be re-taught several times.
All of a sudden, we were planting the okra seeds our delegation had donated. The students quickly dug little holes and within twenty minutes, my group of ten teenagers had sewed seeds across the whole hill. Everywhere around us we could see the vegetables almost ready to harvest–some even planted with other expo delegations from last summer.
And yet despite the apparent aliveness of the land, every day at school, we ate rice flavored with instant noodles. The Lumad people we talked to all had trouble feeding their families even one meal a day.
Why?
One Datu (tribal leader) told us if they have livestock and a thriving garden, the military will tag them as a member of the New People’s Army and harass them. Two villages over in Sambulungan, the community has been forced to evacuate so many times because of constant harassment by the AFP and the paramilitary group, the Alamara, they’re afraid to replant their farms, for fear they will be attacked and displaced again.
As much as I have a right to my little garden beds, the Talaingod Manobo and all indigenous people have more of a right to feed themselves by cultivating their own land. I long to come back to Nasilaban and see the garden overflow with rice, vegetables and fruit trees. I long to see the kids harvest side by side with their parents and feed their school, village and beyond. I long for them to teach us all the meaning of the expression “Land is Life.”
- Megan Zapanta, Anakbayan East Bay