(From Nashville Ledger, Dec. 19, 2014)
With the growing season wrapped up for winter and the temperature hovering at 45 degrees on a recent Sunday, the community garden off Wedgewood Avenue looked to be draped in a brown afghan with just a few patches of green peeking through.
But despite its sleepy, winter coat, an active community springs from this plot.
About 20 new Nashvillians from Nepal and Bhutan grew vegetables for their families here over the past year as part of the Refugee Agricultural Partnership Program of Middle Tennessee. Organizers of the program have been busy enrolling new participants for the coming season and will begin training sessions in January.
The Wedgewood community garden and others in the program offer a different way for new Nashvillians to integrate into a city that President Obama recently chose as the backdrop for his immigration speech – a city with one of the fastest growing immigrant populations.
“I want more people to be involved, so they can get the benefit from this type program,” says Siddi Rimal, a Bhutan native grower who now also works as a part-time garden manager and interpreter. He had joined several others from the Wedgewood garden for an end-of-season potluck with plates of curried vegetables spooned over rice and dumplings stuffed with cabbage.
But in addition to growers at Wedgewood, a second garden at Blackman Road in Crieve Hall provides space for another 11 growers, originally from the Burma region. The gardens hold about three acres collectively and are managed through a three-year federal grant won by the Center for Refugees + Immigrants, Nashville Food Project, Nashville Grown and the Tennessee Foreign Language Institute.
This coming year they also will partner with FASHA (Fervent Assistance to Survivors for Healthy Adjustment), which launched another garden this year hosting plots for growers from eight different nations including Rwanda, Congo, Burundi, Mexico, Liberia, Zimbabwe and the Philippines.
“Many of the participants come from agrarian backgrounds,” says Lauren Bailey of Center for Refugees + Immigrants. “I don’t know if you’ve ever had a home garden, but when I walk into a garden, I feel more at home, and I imagine it’s a similar experience for many of our gardeners. But it’s also a space where they’re able to grow food for themselves and provide for their families.”
At least one grower from Nepal in his 70s doesn’t have the language skills that younger immigrants might have nor does he have the job prospects. But by farming, he helps provide for his children and grandchildren while also teaching them skills to pass on to younger generations.
“There are 5,000 Nepalese refugees in Nashville, and we work with 20 right now. For the other 4,980 to have access to their traditional foods and not feel like their whole history is invalid, and to be able to have bitter gourd (a vegetable native to Nepal being grown in Nashville) is huge,” says Christina Bentrup, who also works as garden manager for the Nashville Food Project.
“We can help support them within their communities, which in some ways I realize can sound isolationist. But in other ways it’s about first getting a strong hold with support in their own communities, and then the communities start to come together.”
As both Mayor Karl Dean and President Obama noted this month, immigrants often play a part in starting food-related businesses and adding to diversity. Garden organizers also believe they can lend farming experience and a variety of crops like bitter gourds, peppers and vegetable marrow as we learn from one another.
“Creating a local vibrant food system I think is vital to Nashville and any city’s health and growth,” Bentrup says. “We (Americans) have gotten away from farming … We’re helping ever so slightly to translate their expertise to Middle Tennessee. Once it’s translated, they have all the experience and expertise that I don’t have to hopefully thrive in providing local food for our city.”
But even with experience, it’s no secret that farming is hard work with barriers including access to appropriate land and equipment without the added challenges of language, cultural and climate differences and transportation woes.
The Wedgewood garden is located farther from where many of the gardeners live, so when the program began, part of the challenge was tackling the complex issue of transportation. By the end of the year, most participants could ride the Metro bus to get to the garden without any assistance from staff.
Now on their own, the gardeners show up despite working full-time jobs and night shifts sleeping only an hour or two before working the land.
“When people are harvesting, and I see the amount they are taking home, I’m like this is working. They’re getting food that they’ve grown themselves,” Bailey notes, adding that many no longer visit the grocery for produce.
“There have been times when it has been raining or cold, and I just didn’t anticipate anyone coming, and there they are ready to garden. Those are the times I’m like, ‘oh, yeah.’ They’re in it because they’re gardeners, they’re farmers. You don’t quit when it rains. You come to get your harvest, because you want to eat it.”
Beatrice Gatebuke, a refugee from Rwanda, was among the few in the room at Casa Azafran community center when President Obama spoke about his immigration plan. She started planning her FASHA garden with her sister, Alice, in 2012 and held their groundbreaking event in May 2014.
The sisters said they wanted to provide access to healthy foods that can be costly for some and create a space where those who are struggling with adjusting to Tennessee can “come and obtain a piece of home.”
“Being in an urban setting, many of our growers find themselves indoors constantly, within apartment buildings with no outdoor space, or working in offices or factories where they hardly have space to move or to enjoy being outside,” Beatrice says by email. “Our program provides that for our growers.”
The sisters struggled in the beginning with access to water on repurposed Metro flood plain land. The Blackman garden and FASHA gardens both use Metro flood plain land, which presents its own set of challenges such as rules against structures for storing tools or fences.
The Gatabukes overcame their water struggle with the help of Metro Human Relations Commission.
“Community gardens literally create a common ground,” explains Mark Eatherly of Metro Human Relations. “The people coming to the garden might have vastly different backgrounds. Talking about what they are growing, sharing recipes, and helping each other plant and weed their gardens, are just some of the ways that folks are able to really connect without pretense or structure.
“In this way, community gardens are truly there to provide a space for people to grow together. That’s why we need more of them.”
The long-term vision for the program will give immigrants and refugees the skills, access and tools to start their own farms or business in self-sufficiency beyond the program as it continues to enroll new members. But the three-year grant for the Refugee Agricultural Partnership Program will end in 2016, and they will need to continue raising funds to add to that seed money.
“Because of the populations we’re working with, there’s probably never going to be golden era where there’s not a need for help with transportation and interpretation and some oversight and management,” Bentrup adds. “That does make it different from other community gardens where everyone is a traditionally English speaker, middle class and has access to some of their own resources and funding.”
Bentrup and Bailey can keep track of produce yields and can help tailor future training to those who want to sell produce or start small businesses. But to measure the more intangible social and emotional benefits of the program, they partnered with a graduate community researcher from Vanderbilt to assess the impact of the program. The first step was a focus group with the Bhutanese gardeners at the end of the season. After the meeting, Bentrup and Bailey joined the group for a potluck lunch.
As it came to a close, members of the group presented Bentrup and Bailey with matching purple scarves and the room began to boom with the Nepalese slowly, rhythmically clapping in time. Though it didn’t sound quite like the applause we recognize in this country, the meaning emanating from their hands and their smiles seemed to remain the same: “Thank you, and well done.”