This article originally appeared on the MCC Ottawa Office blog on February 3rd. It was written by Dan Wiens, Food Security and Livelihoods Coordinator for MCC. He is also a farmer.
This week I am traveling to Southern Africa to visit farmers who have been impacted by two successive years of drought.
Despite the very dry weather, the farmers I will visit have harvested some food, even as many of their neighbours have harvested nothing. This is at least partially because they covered their soil with mulch to conserve moisture and protect the soil from the harsh sun. Mulching is just one of several adaptations to climate change that MCC’s local partners in the region are encouraging farmers to try.
This week (February 7-13) is International Development Week. So, along with thinking about those mulching farmers, I’m also thinking about the big picture of international development. What difference is the work being done in the name of international development really making in the daily lives of people?
I admit this kind of taking stock sometimes leads me into dark places.
It’s true that the farmers I will visit have figured out how to grow food even during a drought year. But they are still just barely feeding their families with the limited resources they have. Questions about whether it makes sense to encourage farmers to adapt to a drying, marginal climate should not be ignored. Is our intervention just delaying the inevitable? Is it just a matter of time before these farmers will have to abandon their farms as the desert encroaches?
MCC Photo by Matthew Sawatzky
I ask similar questions about farmers MCC works with in the Ganges Delta of Bangladesh. With rising sea levels, these farms are at risk of losing their soil to excess salt from sea water.
The forces that mitigate against the success of our international development efforts are huge, diverse and unpredictable. Climate change and rising sea levels are just two of many factors. Others include: political instability, conflict, inadequate market structures, and the list goes on.
So where do I find hope in the work I do with farmers?
Friends of mine from the Global South have said to me, “Hopelessness is a luxury only the rich can afford.” They go on to say things like, “In this place we have to have hope, because if we didn’t there would be none.”
In light of these truths, while I’m still compelled to ask the hard questions, I’m also compelled to see actions like mulching as symbols of hope, rather than acts of desperation.
...the true locus of hope is not really with things like mulch. It’s with people.
Of course there is no such thing as a panacea in this business. Mulching and other such adaptations to climate change have their limitations and challenges. What’s more, the true locus of hope is not really with things like mulch. It’s with people.
When I finally visit farms in Southern Africa later this week, I’ll be looking for hope not so much in mulch, but in the words — and especially the eyes — of the farmers. This is not because of some romantic notion of the noble farmer sticking with her farm until the bitter end. Indeed, some of the farmers may someday decide to abandon their farms to look for other opportunities. Whether they stay with their farms or not is not the metric by which we should be measuring success. The metric should be their own sense of hope. The farmers have to find reasons to maintain hope for a better future for their families.
For if they don’t have hope, there will be none.