With the publishing of her article in the latest issue of The Atlantic, Caitlin Flanagan became a lonely detractor of the school garden movement. There has been much refuted about the piece, but I wanted to focus here on her obvious detestation for physical labor. Flanagan seemingly didn’t speak to any immigrants with children attending the King School, home of the country’s well-known Edible Schoolyard, but chose to imagine the immigrant experience all the same, taking us through a hypothetical situation in which a farm laborer’s child there is taken out into the “hot sun” of the school garden and made to pick lettuce. She asked, “Does the immigrant farm worker dream that his child will learn to enjoy manual labor, or that his child will be freed from it?”
Having experienced the satisfaction of my own labor, I do not accept that physical work has no benefits for adults or kids. Furthermore, labor will never be eliminated completely from human affairs. Perhaps hearing about the experience of labor from the point of view of a former slave, then, could be instructive. One commenter on Kurt Michael Friese’s thoughtful rebuttal (“Not “enjoy,” Ms. Flanagan, respect.”) suggested that Flanagan should read Booker T. Washington’s 1904 book, Working With the Hands. Washington was born into slavery, of an African American mother and a white father he never knew. He argued that physical work brings us closer to nature, empowers us and fulfills us in ways that working with the mind alone cannot. He described his own experience in the introduction:
Soon after I was made free by the proclamation of Abraham Lincoln there came the new opportunity to attend a public school at my home town in West Virginia. When the teacher said that the chief purpose of education was to enable one to speak and write the English language correctly the statement found lodgment in my mind and stayed there. While at the time I could not put my thoughts into words clearly enough to express instinctive disagreement with my teacher this definition did not seem adequate, it grated harshly upon my young ears and I had reasons for feeling that education ought to do more for a boy than merely to teach him to read and write.
While this scheme of education was being held up before me my mother was living in abject poverty lacking the commonest necessaries of life and working day and night to give me a chance to go to school for two or three months of the year. And my foremost aim in going to school was to learn ways and means by which I might make life more endurable and if possible even attractive for my mother. There were several boys of our neighbourhood who had superior school advantages and who in more than one instance had reached the point where they were called ‘educated,’ which meant that they could write and talk correctly. But their parents were not far removed from the conditions in which my mother was living and I could not help wondering whether this kind of education alone was fitted to help me in the immediate needs of relieving the hard times at home. This idea however ran counter to the current of widespread opinion among my people. Young as I was, I had come to have the feeling that to be a free boy meant to a considerable extent freedom from work with the hands and that this new status applied especially to the educated boy.
He goes on to describe his first job, as a gardener for a wealthy woman. She respected his hard work, and encouraged his schooling. And he developed a satisfaction with the results of his labor:
Above all else I had acquired a new confidence in my ability actually to do things and to do them well. And more than this I found myself through this experience getting rid of the idea which had gradually become a part of me, that the head meant everything and the hands little in working endeavour and that only to labour with the mind was honourable while to toil with the hands was unworthy and even disgraceful.
…While I have never wished to underestimate the awakening power of purely mental training I believe that this visible tangible contact with nature gave me inspirations and ambitions which could not have come in any other way. I favour the most thorough mental training and the highest development of mind but I want to see these linked with the common things of the universal life about our doors.
Later on in the book he writes specifically about gardens, and their role in education:
Last night my 14-year-old daughter made the unsolicited statement that no matter what academic course she pursued, she wanted to balance her adult work life with "meaningful physical labor" as she thought that would lead to greater satisfaction.
Flanagan's frame of reference was so very limited - her world view so narrow.
i read ms. flanagan's piece in slack jawed amazement and wondered if she was harboring some secret mental illness.
Nice to see Booker T. Washington quoted, but I'm reminded that he stood in contrast to WEB Dubois on the issue of education for recently freed slaves. He believed that a good way out of slavery was manual labor and starting on lower rungs if you will. Not necessarily bad advice at all, unless you had aspirations to be a doctor, a lawyer, or say, WEB Dubois. Or unless that rhetoric was embraced by those who merely wanted to continue oppression and exploitation.
There is no black and white in anything, school gardens included.
I don't think training to become a doctor is at odds with Mr. Washington's words -- rather, there is much to be learned about society through the natural world. The most valuable and far-reaching lessons I learned in elementary school were on camping trips and play rehearsals in the park next door. Regular old public school, even. Those days are long gone for most kids -- 150 years ago, and today.
I'll also add that despite growing up on a farm, and having fresh eggs, fruits, and veggies readily available, my oldest son didn't really care about it much. But you should have seen how quickly his attitude changed once he got a vegetarian girlfriend!
I returned earlier this month from an environmental conference in Kansas City, KS, where I was the keynote speaker as the great-granddaugher of Booker T. Washington. With all of the information I have, this was something I missed. Very inspiring. Thank you!