The first law of social change dynamics: For every action there is an equal and attendant reflection…

We typically dedicate this space to chronicling the many actions taking place around the country in the Campaign for Fair Food (and, more recently, the many advances taking shape through the Fair Food Program), but today we wanted to do something a little different. Specifically, we wanted to take a peek behind the actions, in this case, to share the very personal reflections of one student — a young woman studying at Denver’s Iliff School of Theology — who decided to tell the story of her own leap into activism for Fair Food, in the form of a very beautiful poem.

In some ways her poem, and her path to activism, is deeply personal. But in other ways, it is a captivating portrait of the very same movement from reflection to action that sparked the CIW’s organizing twenty years ago in Immokalee and continues to fuel the growth of the Campaign for Fair Food on college campuses and community gathering places across the country today.

For two decades, CIW members have built awareness in Immokalee among their fellow workers through the practice of what is often called “popular education”. Using drawings, theater, and other forms of art to provoke reflection and dialogue within the community, CIW leaders help other workers examine the root causes of their poverty and address those root causes through thoughtful, informed action. This poem, though born of a very different community, is every bit as powerful, and effective, as any art we have used over the years here in Immokalee. We share it with you today in the hope that its story serves to ignite the spark of activism in others, to, as her professor wrote when sharing it with us, “see her voice extended”:

tomatoes.

they came.

the hungry, the poor, the silenced.

they created a community to overthrow.

i’m jealous.

i crave the brave.

they made the hard choice to strike back.

no more

pesticide

low wages

broken bodies

long hours

no healthcare

beatings

wage too small to live.

all for the sake of tomatoes on my taco.

i could see the pain, the anguish

the despair

i felt my heart strings tug and i felt

pain

i felt

a drive.

i knew the reason (again) why i was here.

i get bogged down in the papers, the reading.

but seeing his face and his bucket

i felt the fire again.

this is the reason why i am here,

to do what i could to lend my voice

albeit small.

to stop the tears, the sickness, the pain.

do what i could by raising my voice

to pay more for the tomatoes on your burger.

let’s march.

let’s sit in.

let’s yell.

let us make our wants heard

for dignity and for the ability, as john says, “to live abundantly”.

ruminate on that.

when you enjoy the tomatoes on your tacos.