I’m staring at rows upon rows of perfectly lined, perfectly straight trees. All the same height, color, evenly spaced and fully spruced. My assignment is to look into the upcoming industry of genetically engineered Chestnuts, Loblolly pines, Eucalyptus among others. I fee like I am in a Sci-fi novel of some dystopian future, where we reminisce about the vague concept of natural forests, while the Lorax wanes some woeful dearth for the forgotten green giants. Dr. Shiva’s term: “Monoculture of the Mind” seems an apt title for my Twighlight Zone-esque scenario.
The scary thing is this is all very real. Genetically engineered tree plantations are used to supply paper, pulp, and biofuel industries. The GE tree varieties are spun by biotech PR agents as the solution to climate change as a way to preserve forests by strengthening trees. The ‘superior’ trees have denser wood, faster growth rates, resistence to disease and frost, among other super power traits. Their definition of what constitutes a forrest is dramatically different from mine.
These biotech companies promote a ‘Monoculture of the Mind’ outlook. This way of thinking, as Dr. Shiva describes, establishes man’s empire over a world where nature is dead. The land can be owned, patented, injected with hormones, packaged, and sold for profit. In a corporate, commodity based world, sameness reigns.
Severing ties to the Earth, as Ms. LaDuke points out, means cutting the roots to our ancestors. LaDuke explains that food is all about relationships. She says, “Food for us comes from our relatives, whether they have wings or fins or roots.” In this vein of thought, man cannot own land, but like a relative must take care of the Earth and in return the Earth will take care of man. As evidenced by LaDuke’s story of wild rice, this philosophy is tied to religious aspects of her tribe. Most religions share similar stories that describe the partnership between nature and humankind. For example, the Garden of Eden. I know that Thai Buddhist monks will only eat what is given to them, and it is a great honor to offer food to a monk, because you are fueling their holy lives. Aristotle once described honey, the first sugarer, as dew given to man from the gods and the stars….but I am off track.
Essentially, we need to escape the monoculture of the mind and rediscover the interconnectedness of nature. A real forrest is diverse and lush and can provide for man if we can provide for it.