BIPOC Community Urban Farm Fund

This Land Will Be Our Land
This Farm Will Be Our Farm
This is a Call to Creation
To Establish A Black Owned + Black Led Urban Farm accessible to all BIPOC folks to learn, grow, take root, in Los Angeles,CA

As we all know, land is not cheap in urban southern California. But this is where we need farms. This is where we need black educators, where we need representation, where we need support. 
As a permaculturaist, urban farmer, and educator I want to create a space that is accessible for folks. A haven that I would have wanted in my agriculture journey. 
I want to share my food growing experience with BIPOC. All of my experience has been on white owned farms that I didn't own and didn't walk away from with anything more than experience, callouses, and a dream to start my own farm. I want to create a system that better feeds us, brings us joy, provides us with jobs, and in turn heals the land that our ancestors stewarded. 

I'm so thankful for your support. Whether its just reading this and understanding. Or sharing with your friends and family. Or donating 5 dollars or donating 5 thousand dollars, I'm so thankful that I feel supported enough by you all to even begin this journey.

I can't wait to post updates when we have reached goals to:

1) Secure Land with water access
2) Secure Farm Startup Infrastructure (1-2 hoop houses, irrigation, wash stations)
3) Startup Equipment


I was born with hands stained crimson. The coagulated blood of the black women who came before me pulses through my veins. It is their calluses I can feel pushing through the tender surface of each aching palm; a young corn stalk fighting to witness the waning light.

 As the evening sun settles in sheets of solid grey I can hear the nay saying whisper “honey do not work the soil—this is not your land” and I do not take heed. The coming night forces elongated shadows into the city scape and the silhouettes of my tomato plants appear minacious, sinister, forboding and I do not mind. Sealed against a Los Angeles night sky I kick my worn boots against the compost bin door, loosening the compacted soil and frightening the flighty pigeons who come to the garden for corn and camaraderie.

 “Our family farmed until we didn’t have to anymore. And then we were free to live “ my great uncle once told me, gathered around a Thanksgiving table. “why would you want to go back to that?” he questioned. Helping himself to another ear of corn.

If I pull up the weeds ,will I pull away the curtains of the past? Turning the soil and turning back the hands of time; each shovel full of dirt unearthing the still warm, still beating heart of a black woman.My grandmothers mother saying “you don't have to do this anymore.” What if I plant a seed? Will it grow not from the surface but from somewhere else, deep within the earth where our ancestors, unappeased, still dwell?


I once met a young man of color at an earth skills gathering. We found solace in each others company and had no trouble falling into the deep conversations that I usually reserve for childhood friends. He told me he owned a farm thirty minutes from the rocky soils where I grew up. His farm is a cattle and produce farm and he told me that he regularly took in young black kids as apprentices. I expected him to speak of them with high regard, excitement for a future of farming people of color, envisioning a revolution in which our children take back the land. Instead, he disparaged them. He told me that they were “mostly useless” and that they were not concerned with how things grow or why we should want them to. He did not respect them. He did not see them as they are; young shoots of bamboo with delicate leaves and malleable stalks waiting for the moment that they might shoot toward the sky in lustered resilience. He failed to buoy their creativity and, in return, they did not flourish. 

When I was 20 I was a back-to the- lander. Folks would often ask me why I want to live without running water, to cook on a wood stove, and baptize myself in the occasional flowing stream in lieu of a hot shower? The answer then and now has always been simple: Because there are two wars being fought within the Black community—one is a war on health wherein we cannot access the foods that will nourish our being. The other is a war on our education wherein we cannot find the mentors to lend a hand of inclusivity. Many of the children of color that I work with feel the need to elevate their status. To show the world they are not ‘worthless’ despite what others have been lead to believe. Unfortunately, symbols of status and farming seem to be mutually exclusive. Living a life of resourcefulness wherein you do not depend on the capitalist regime is not favored. Farming becomes less and less important. Their fields lie fallow.

The lessons that I have learned from the nights that I spend with my great, great grandmother, when she whispers to me through the white pines and tulip poplars bathed in the luminescence of a blood moon are lessons of resilience. Her voice comes to me like a waking dream, each word sturdy like a promise deep within my being where love takes root and understanding blooms. There is a place within the soul that fears that history will fold in on itself like the old accordion style road maps, each route colliding and melding into one confused loop. We are afraid that in climbing the ladder we might fall and land further down than we began. I want to silence this fear. 

I want to hold my grandmothers mothers hand, and together walking through my gardens I will  tell her, “ We made this. This land is ours”

Donations

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  • Kearsley Schweller 
    • $282 
    • 1 d
  • marc williams 
    • $20 
    • 1 d
  • Anonymous 
    • $25 
    • 2 d
  • Anonymous 
    • $100 
    • 3 d
  • Anonymous 
    • $10 
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Organizer

Indy Srinath 
Organizer
Los Angeles, CA
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