Where There's Spring Find Me Under a Cherry Blossom Tree
A love of nature is what connects me to my rural, Jamaican heritage.
A love of nature is what connects me to my rural, Jamaican heritage, and, in a larger sense, it’s what connected my parents to their African roots.
My dad expressed this through a love of cooking and a farm that he carefully maintained from a distance for a number of years. My mother shared this with me early on taking me on hiking and fishing trips and trips to the beach.
A love of nature is how I best express my agricultural roots. It is a heritage that African-Americans have, too, but have struggled to preserve. It is a heritage that they have been denied and robbed because a monopoly on land is a monopoly on heritage.
I ache when I read about white peers being credited for “discovering” nature. Well, this is something my rural heritage has always known. I ache when I am given weird looks because I like the outdoors. How two-faced! Well, everyone knows my ancestors came from a rural continent. (Surely, that’s like half the reason they were enslaved!)
My ancestors have always known what a small few are just now discovering. They were called savages because they possessed a special knowledge. Today, they call us third world because we won’t let go of our heritage.