Month: August 2004

  • Can Organics Save the Family Farm?

    Thor Heyerdahl’s classic adventure story, The Ra Expeditions, has a lesson for agriculture. Heyerdahl wanted to prove that ancient Egyptian sailors could have reached the New World in traditional boats constructed of bundled papyrus stalks. He and his crew studied fresco paintings, three to four thousand years old, on the tomb walls of pyramids for instruction on the size, shape, and style of the crafts. In the paintings there was one rope represented, from the stern’s curled-in tip down to the afterdeck, for which they could discern no purpose suggested by modern physics, and in the ensuing construction it was left out. Ra I collapsed in mid-ocean for lack of that rope. Their second attempt, Ra II, with the newly appreciated rope in its assigned place, completed the voyage without a hitch.

    In the story of agriculture’s transition from the traditions of the past to the realities of the present, there is a missing element that is the rope’s equivalent—an unappreciated detail without which the worldwide agricultural system will eventually fall apart.

    That crucial element, found in healthy, viable dirt, is called “soil organic matter.” In the mid-1930s, organic farming arose from a recognition of the vital importance of this soil ingredient. Some farmers saw the undesirable changes in their soil and the diminished health of their livestock that followed the shift to chemical farming in the twentieth century. Their appreciation for soil organic matter was reborn. They realized that they needed to return to pre-chemical practices, and improve them if possible, rather than reject them in favor of chemical shortcuts. They believed this was the direction they needed to go if the health of the soil, the health of the produce, and the health of the human beings consuming the produce were to be maintained. Some of their improvements to old methods included more successful methods of compost making, better management of crop residues—the leaves, roots, or stems that are left after harvest—and adding mineral nutrients, where necessary, in their most natural form.

    The organic pioneers wrote and spoke about their realization that the farm is not a factory, but rather a human-managed microcosm of the natural world. Whether in forest or prairie, soil fertility in the natural world is maintained and renewed by the recycling of all plant and animal residues which create the organic matter in the soil. This recycling is a biological process, which means that the most important contributors to soil fertility are alive, and they are neither farmers nor fertilizer salesmen. They are the population of living creatures in the soil—whose life processes make the plant-food potential of the soil accessible to plants—and their food is organic matter.

    The number of these creatures is almost beyond belief. It was often said that a teaspoon of fertile soil contains at least one million live microscopic organisms. Hard to believe as that may be, that number is now considered far too conservative. Once you begin to understand that the soil is a living thing rather than an inert substance, a fascinating universe opens in front of your eyes. I once watched a specialist on soil creatures perform a minor miracle. He held the rapt attention of a roomful of teenagers by showing slides and telling tales of the endlessly interrelated and meticulously choreographed activities of these creatures. The students were entranced because the subject matter was like a trip to another planet. They were peeking into the secret world of nature.

    The idea of a living soil nourished with organic matter also helps cast light on the difference between a natural and a chemical approach to soil fertility. In the chemical approach, fertilizers are created in a factory to put a limited number of nutrients in a soluble form within reach of plant roots. The idea is to bypass the soil and start feeding the plants directly with preprocessed plant food. In the natural approach, the farmer adds organic matter to nurture all those hard-working soil organisms. This approach is usually called feeding the soil rather than feeding the plants, but what it’s really doing is feeding the soil creatures, and that’s why it works so well. The idea that we could ever substitute a few soluble elements for a whole living system is a lot like thinking an intravenous needle could deliver a delicious meal.

    Through the years, as organic farmers have worked with this world of nature, they have developed harmonious farming practices that are outstandingly productive. The general level of expertise today among the best organic growers allows them to equal chemical agriculture in yield while far surpassing it in quality. Coincidentally, they discovered that this approach to farming could save not only their soil, but the family farm itself—especially from the crushing onslaught of petrochemical agribusiness.

    Since the 1930s, organic farming has been subjected to the traditional three-step progression that occurs with any new idea directly challenging an orthodoxy. First the orthodoxy dismisses it. Then it spends decades contesting its validity. Finally, it moves to take over the idea. Now that organic agriculture has become an obvious economic force, industrial agriculture wants to control it. Since the first step in controlling a process is to define (or redefine) it, the U.S. Department of Agriculture hastened to influence the setting of organic standards—in part by establishing a legal definition of the word “organic”—and the organic spokespeople naively permitted it.

    Wise people had long warned against such a step. Almost thirty years ago, Lady Eve Balfour, one of the most knowledgeable organic pioneers from the 1930s, said, “I am sure that the techniques of organic farming cannot be imprisoned in a rigid set of rules. They depend essentially on the attitude of the farmer. Without a positive and ecological approach, it is not possible to farm organically.” When I heard Lady Eve make that statement at an international conference on organic farming at Sissach, Switzerland, in 1977, the co-option and redefinition of “organic” by the USDA was far in the future. I knew very well what she meant, though, because by that time I had been involved in organics long enough to have absorbed the old-time ideas and I was alert to the changes that were beginning to appear.

    When you study the history of almost any new idea, it becomes clear how the involvement of the old power structure in the new paradigm tends to move things backward. Minds mired in an industrial thinking pattern, in which farmers are merely sources of raw materials, cannot see beyond the outputs of production. They don’t consider the values of production, or its economic benefits to the producers. While co-opting and regulating the organic method, the USDA has ignored the organic goal. And since it is the original organic goal, and not the modern labeling requirements of the USDA, which I believe can save the family farm, we need to know the difference. To better convey this difference, I like to borrow two words from the ecology movement and refer to “deep” organic farming and “shallow” organic farming.

    Deep-organic farmers, after rejecting agricultural chemicals, look for better ways to farm. Inspired by the elegance of nature’s systems, they try to mimic the patterns of the natural world’s soil-plant economy. They use freely available natural soil foods like deep-rooting legumes, green manures, and composts to correct the causes of an infertile soil by establishing a vigorous soil life. They acknowledge that the underlying cause of pest problems (insects and diseases) is plant stress; they know they can avoid pest problems by managing soil tilth, nutrient balance, organic matter content, water drainage, air flow, crop rotations, varietal selection, and other factors to reduce plant stress. In so doing, deep-organic farmers free themselves from the need to purchase fertilizers and pest-control products from the industrial supply network—the commercial network that normally puts profits in the pockets of middlemen and puts family farms on the auction block. The goal of deep-organic farming is to grow the most nutritious food possible and to respect the primacy of a healthy planet. Needless to say, the industrial agricultural establishment sees this approach as a threat to the status quo since it is not an easy system for outsiders to quantify, to control, and to profit from.

    Shallow-organic farmers, on the other hand, after rejecting agricultural chemicals, look for quick-fix inputs. Trapped in a belief that the natural world is inadequate, they end up mimicking the patterns of chemical agriculture. They use bagged or bottled organic fertilizers in order to supply nutrients that temporarily treat the symptoms of an infertile soil. They treat the symptoms of plant stress—insect and disease problems—by arming themselves with the latest natural organic weapons. In so doing, shallow-organic farmers continue to deliver themselves into the control of an industrial supply network that is only too happy to sell them expensive symptom treatments. The goal of shallow-organic farming is merely to follow the approved guidelines and respect the primacy of international commerce. The industrial agricultural establishment looks on shallow-organic farming as an acceptable variation of chemical agribusiness since it is an easy system for the industry to quantify, to control, and to profit from in the same ways it has done with chemical farming. Shallow organic farming sustains the dependence of farmers on middlemen and fertilizer suppliers. Today, major agribusinesses are creating massive shallow organic operations, and these can be as hard on the family farm as chemical farming ever was.

    The difference in approach is a difference in life views. The shallow view regards the natural world as consisting of mostly inadequate, usually malevolent systems that must be modified and improved. The deep-organic view understands that the natural world consists of impeccably designed, smooth-functioning systems that must be studied and nurtured. The deep-organic pioneers learned that farming in partnership with the natural processes of soil organisms also makes allowance for the unknowns. The living systems of a truly fertile soil contain all sorts of yet-to-be discovered benefits for plants—and consequently for livestock and the humans who consume them. These are benefits we don’t even know how to test for because we are unaware of their mechanism, yet deep-organic farmers are aware of them every day in the improved vigor of their crops and livestock. This practical experience of farmers is unacceptable to scientists, who disparagingly call it mere “anecdotal evidence.” The farmers contend that since most scientists lack familiarity with real organic farming, they are passing judgment on things they know nothing about.

    It is difficult for organic farmers to defend ideas scientifically when so little scientific data has been collected. However, the passion is there because the farmer’s instincts are so powerfully sure of the differences that exist between organic and chemical production. I often cite an experience of mine in an unrelated field—music—in defense of the farmer’s instincts. Twice I have been fortunate to hear great artists perform in an intimate setting without the intermediary of a sound system. The first was a saxophonist, the second a soprano. The experience of hearing their clear, pure tones directly, not missing whatever subtleties a microphone and speakers are incapable of transmitting, was so different, and the direct ingestion of the sound by my ears was so nourishing (that is the only word I can think of), that I remember the sensation to this day. The unfiltered music was like fresh food grown by a local, deep-organic grower. That same music heard through a sound system is like industrial organic produce shipped from far away. Through a poor sound system, it is a lot like chemically grown produce.

    Like most other farmers I know, I am sensitive to the reactions of my customers, especially young customers, as evidence of the advantages of organic farming. Children are notorious for hating vegetables, but that is not what I hear from parents in the neighboring towns in response to the vegetables we grow on our farm. We have been told that our carrots are the trading item of choice in local grade-school lunch boxes. We have been told by stunned parents that not only will their children eat our salad and our spinach, but that they ask their parents specifically to purchase them. I put great faith in the honest and unspoiled taste buds of children. They can still detect differences that older taste buds may miss and that science cannot measure.

    Lately, there has been a lot of talk alerting us to the takeover of many organic labels by industrial food giants. But to anyone who wishes to eat really good food, I say the sky is not falling. These takeovers only involve industrial shallow organics. They only involve those companies large enough to attract takeover money. Most of these companies sell processed foods, which are substandard nutritionally, whatever the provenance of their ingredients. When the organic version of the Twinkie eventually appears, it will be immaterial who controls it. Some of these companies do sell staple foods, but they only meet the shallowest of standards, thus ignoring those valuable production practices that only family farmers seem to care about anymore.

    For example, I don’t buy organic eggs from the grocery stores. Merely feeding organic grain to chickens, without giving the animals honest access to the outdoors, does not make a free-range hen or produce truly edible eggs. The yolks of these eggs are pale and, being mass-produced somewhere far away, they are not fresh. I purchase eggs from a neighboring farmer who runs his chickens on grass pasture where the sunshine, green food—and a host of unknown factors—produce eggs with deep orange yolks and awesome flavor. I don’t buy organic milk from the large producers who keep thousands of cows in confinement and who claim their milk is special because they feed the cows organic grain. As if preventing access to grass is not bad enough, these producers then ultra-pasteurize the cows’ milk so they can ship it nationally—thereby destroying the amazing natural cultures and enzymes in uncooked milk. I buy milk from a very successful local raw-milk dairy where the cows eat grass outdoors (as they were designed to do) and produce milk that studies have shown is far richer in many important nutrients due to the grass diet alone.

    In other words, the only organic companies that have been bought out are those whose quality is so dubious you don’t want to buy their food no matter how many times they can legally print the word “organic” on the label. Real food comes from your local family farm, run by deep-organic farmers. These farms won’t be bought out because they are too honest and too focused on quality over quantity to attract the takeover specialists. The good news is that small, committed, organic family farms are the fastest growing segment in U.S. agriculture today. Old-time deep-organic farming will save these farms because there will always be a demand for exceptional food by astute customers who can see past the hype of the USDA label and realize the importance of making their own fully informed decisions about food quality.

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    How did deep get turned into shallow and good food revert to mediocre? It is a logical result in a world blind to the elegance of natural systems. Humans think in terms of more milk rather than exceptional milk, cheaper eggs not better eggs. Since modern humans tend to consider nature imperfect, they focus on improving nature rather than improving the function of agriculture within nature. Humans want to change the rules rather than try to operate more intelligently within them. A recent advertisement from a biotech company reinforced that idea by highlighting the phrase “Think what’s possible.” It’s true that these companies think they have the power to remake the parts of nature they don’t understand. However, if they understood them, they would realize they don’t need remaking. It is our human relationship with the natural world that needs remaking.

    Family farms thrive when they operate as participants in nature’s elegantly structured system. Take my own farm. I have visited organic vegetable farms across the U.S. and Europe, and I believe ours is fairly typical. We augment the fertility of our soil with both homemade compost and green manures to provide all-important organic matter, plus locally available organic residues (in our case from the fishing industry). We grow thirty-five different vegetables year round, both in the field in summer and in greenhouses in winter. We use no pest-control products because we have no pest problems that need to be controlled. Fertile, healthy soils teeming with beneficial life grow vigorous, healthy plants. Rather than depending on product inputs, we have created a knowledge-input agriculture where biological diplomacy and management skills replace war mentality and chemical weapons. Our aim is to cultivate ease and order on our farm rather than battle futilely against disease and disorder. When we have had problems (low soil fertility, plant stress) we dealt with them by correcting the cause so the problem would no longer exist. If, instead, we had treated the symptom, then that treatment would have been required again and again unless the cause went away on its own.

    If we view modern society through the lens of this agricultural model, the parallels are striking, and the potential for deep-organic farming to transform more than just the family farm becomes obvious. It has the power to transform the world. Our present economic infrastructure is focused on selling treatments for symptoms, rather than finding inexpensive ways to correct the causes. For example, the medical profession, under the influence of the drug companies, peddles pills, potions, and operations rather than stressing alternatives to destructive Twinkie nutrition, over-stressed lifestyles, and toxic pollution. The economists push conspicuous consumption as a panacea, despite the fact that alternatives to hollow lives, addictive behavior, and meaningless work would bring us far more satisfaction. The government colludes in preparing for conflicts and then waging them (symptom treatment), rather than committing our country to permanent resolution of differences through diplomacy (cause correction). Although deep-organic farmers demonstrate daily the existence of a successful parallel universe where cause correction rules over symptom treatment, the significance of that option is unknown and thus unheeded. If its implications were fully known, deep organic farming would certainly be suppressed, because it exposes the artificiality of our symptom-focused economy and, incidentally, explains why society’s most intractable problems never seem to get solved.

    So what is the future? If you want to eat really good food, support your local deep-organic farm. Committed growers are engaged in a quest to grow better food because they understand that real food makes an enormous contribution to human well-being. In the food world, family farmers are the last link maintaining the old-time values of quality rather than quantity, of the deep satisfaction from meaningful work rather than the shallow return from excess consumerism. The values of caring farmers were once so common, so basic to human existence, that they did not need to be expressed. In today’s world these values have been so overwhelmed by greed and shoddy thinking that they now very much need to be put into words. When pronounced, those words seem quaint and idealistic. Just as organic foods have become the last refuge protecting eaters from GMOs, rBGH, and food irradiation, so have family farmers become the last refuge protecting the values of the early organic pioneers against the onslaught of the industrial organic hucksters. I cast my vote for quality and for idealism—and for putting the rope back in place.

  • Cosmos

    The sleek and chic stylings of Cosmos may, at first, cause some to feel underdressed and overly-Midwestern. Are you cool enough to eat here? The answer is always a resounding yes, and Chef Seth Bixby Daugherty, a local hero, wants to make sure you know it. The food is simply amazing, offering the safety of an Ahi tuna entrée as well as the more daring chop of wild boar. To choose the chef’s tasting menu is to embark on an adventure into the future of the Twin Cities dining scene. Not to mention that the servers are New York professional with Minnesota graciousness. And we’re in love with Cosmos and their Moulin Rouge cocktail. Le Meridien Hotel, 601 1st Ave. N., Minneapolis; 612-312-1168

  • Butter

    How can you not flock to a place named for the very thing that binds life together? Butter is an homage, my friends, to the joy of living, the celebration of life that happens every time you suck the creamy center from one of Stacy Sowinski’s éclairs. In its first life, this little joint on Grand Avenue in Minneapolis was a cute little bakery shop called Sweetski’s. Now, as the stylish and expanded Butter, the magic has spread to delicate and flaky turnovers, chocolaty tarts, and savory biscuits. You can also get soup and sandwiches and a kicky veggie chili, but you’re only throwing those home to get to those life-affirming pastries. As you should. 3544 Grand Ave. S., Minneapolis; 612-521-7401

  • Tea House Chinese Restaurant

    Casual suburban dining is usually limited to greasy food courts, carb-laden sandwich shops, and franchised “microbreweries.” But one day, heading for home off Highway 55, we spotted the Tea House: A shining beacon amid a tangle of road construction it had been here, waiting for us, all along. Serving up two menus—authentic Schezuan fare and gentler, Americanized dishes—the Tea House welcomes people of all palates. The city-dweller can end his search for marinated bamboo tips here, the farmboy can test his tolerance with a variety of hot chili sauces, and the soccer mom can quiet the kids with egg rolls and dan-dan noodles before heading to a movie at the Willow Creek Theater. If all this can happen at a strip mall in unassuming Plymouth… well, there may be hope for Maple Grove after all. 88 Nathan Lane, Plymouth; 763-544-3422

  • 2004 American Pottery Festival

    A celebration of the beauty and usefulness of pots, as well as a chance for art lovers and art creators to come together and exchange ideas and techniques. The festival will include exhibits and sales of pots by twenty-five guest artists from all over the country, as well as demonstrations, studio tours, and artist talks. Admission starts at $5 for exhibit and sale areas, or up to $275 for the grand Collector’s Weekend package, which includes tours of artists’ private collections with brunch and dinner. 2424 Franklin Ave E, Minneapolis; 612 339 8007; www.northernclaycenter.org

  • Josh Blanc’s Cosmic Clouds

    Think of Josh Blanc’s terra cotta tiles as a grownup version of finger painting. With that classic kindergarten exercise, the child’s still-developing coordination and sense of color create a surprising synergy; the painter moves one direction, the paint pulls another, and the piece springs to life. Blanc makes tiles—on display at Clay Squared To Infinity’s new Northeast gallery—that recreate this synergy in three dimensions, with a more discerning eye (and fewer fingerprints). His bas-relief textures melt with colorful swirls of glazes that could put a prism to shame. The result is an organic union of medium and artist, earthy clay and “cosmic cloud.” Or maybe it’s just a happy kid with messy fingers. 34 13th Ave. N.E., Minneapolis; 612-781-6409; www.claysquared.com

  • Poster Offensive

    Election years are prime media-inundation time, and we’ve found that some forms—like witty Internet cartoons—are categorically cooler than others—say, party-sponsored ads. The Poster Offensive takes the cool kind—visually appealing public discourse set to the tune of clever wordplay and cheeky graphics—and presents it in a series of posters that are both an offensive against the status quo and just plain offensive to one’s sensibilities—or at least those of the Star Tribune, which declined to run an ad for the exhibition, citing decency standards. We’ll take it over “I’m George W. Bush, and I approve this message” any day. 1224 2nd St. N.E., Minneapolis; 612-617-9965; www.frankstonegallery.com

  • Seasons of Life and Land

    When amateur photographer Subhankar Banerjee set out in 2001 to document the Arctic Natural Wildlife Refuge across four seasons, he could not have known how many hot buttons his project would push. Last year, with Seasons slated for wide exposure through a prominent Smithsonian gallery exhibit and a nationally distributed book, liberal senators wielded Banerjee’s images of a diverse, flowering ANWR to prove that the refuge was not the “flat white nothingness” as described by officials from the Bush administration. Their tactic appears to have worked, since the Senate scuttled oil drilling in ANWR by a 52-48 vote, though not without a lot of heated words and threats of political revenge. The D.C.-dependent Smithsonian may not have had the courage to display such a controversial exhibit in its entirety, but the Science Museum of Minnesota is game. Banerjee has an eye for both science and art: While his wildlife photos are mostly documentary, the photographer’s landscapes capture the silent elegance and haunting gravitas of the intractable wild. The day-by-day diminishing of wide-open spaces in the Lower Forty-Eight only makes our connections to this small piece of Alaska’s vast wilderness—striped with rainbows and aurora borealis, teeming with snow geese, caribou, grizzlies, and loons—that much stronger. 651-221-9444, www.smm.org

  • Open House

    In the realm of home improvement porn, HGTV is the softcore king. Designer dominatrices who flagrantly ignore client safe-words (“Please, no purple walls!”) have no place on this channel. Nor do professional organizers who march around like Dr. Phil with obsessive compulsive disorder, tough-sorting messy homeowners into a state of tidy bliss. In an effort to enliven a genre that is literally based on the notion that watching paint dry is entertaining, HGTV competitors like TLC and The Style Network dish up cheesy theatrics—but HGTV goes a different route. Modestly upscale, stylishly mild, it serves televisual polenta.

    The male and female hosts of HGTV shows are uniformly upbeat, gracious, and well-assembled, like Stepford wives but with an even greater interest in the home arts. Shows like House Hunters and Designer’s Challenge, despite their semi-verité sequences, have less dramatic tension than a marketing brochure: Self-conscious homeowners “spontaneously” interact with realtors and designers until, after two or three time-killing missteps, they manage to find the two-bedroom townhouse or solid-oak entertainment center that truly speaks to their souls. If Martha Stewart has earned a reputation as the whitest woman in America, then HGTV would surely seem to be America’s whitest TV network.

    Peer deeper into this blizzard of blandness, however, and you will discover a vision of swatchbook inclusiveness. Both the pros (hosts, designers, organizers, etc.) and the amateurs (homeowners and aspiring homeowners) come in a variety of hues. Gays and lesbians are present too, as are biracial couples, single-parent families, and even that oft-marginalized group in the home-improvement universe, renters. (TLC and The Style Network feature the same commitment to diversity, but because their shows aren’t so painstakingly vanilla in temperament, the sense of disjunction isn’t nearly as pronounced.)

    Perhaps it’s bad manners even to bring up this observation; the shows themselves are quite demure on matters of ethnicity or sexual orientation. Instead, they concentrate on life’s more pressing concerns, like how to turn a dark, crowded bedroom into a soothing retreat with plenty of storage space. Beyond race, beyond sexual desire, HGTV suggests, a common yearning for vaulted ceilings and chic but functional window treatments binds us all.

    On occasion, Hollywood shows similar insight. 2002, the last year for which statistics are available, was a record year for minority representation in TV and movie productions, with 24.2 percent of all roles going to African-Americans, Latinos, Asian/Pacific Islanders, or Native Americans. The current TV sitcoms My Wife and Kids, The George Lopez Show, and The Bernie Mac Show all feature minority families, and in general, race is as incidental a factor on these shows as it is on those like Everybody Loves Raymond or Malcolm in the Middle.

    But despite such progress, Hollywood still has a penchant for portraying ethnic characters exclusively in terms of their ethnicity (and gay and lesbian characters in terms of their carnal preferences). And it still has fairly narrow notions about how ethnicity and sexual orientation map to potential roles. Last year’s Exhibit A was Banzai, Fox’s Japanese game-show spoof that tossed out Asian stereotypes like a peanut vendor at a baseball game. This year’s Exhibit A is the new sitcom Method and Red, yet another exercise in racial harmony in which funky black people serve as the antidote to white suburban sterility, and white suburban sterility serves as the varnish of propriety that funky black people need to pass in the land of leaf-blowers and McMansions.

    In Method and Red, two rappers (aka Method Man and Redman) move to Nottingham Estates, a snooty gated community where African-Americans are apparently as rare as unicorns. By demonstrating their essential decency, however, Method and Red gradually earn some cul-de-sac cred with their Caucasian neighbors, and they don’t even have to change the way they dress or talk to do it. Like Queen Latifah in the hit movie Bringing Down the House, they prove that they can succeed in the suburbs on their own terms. But self-affirmation and empowerment aren’t the only messages at play here: Such storylines tacitly endorse the idea that the suburbs aren’t a natural place for blacks to live, and they present African-American authenticity as a narrow, fixed phenomenon. Unless you look like you’re rolling with the Wu-Tang Clan or G-Unit, they suggest, you’re not truly black.

    HGTV is much less doctrinaire. As long as you’re dedicated to home improvement, you’re in. And, thus, the network ends up featuring people with a variety of income levels and personal styles. This is true of everyone on the network, regardless of their ethnicity or gender preference. Sometimes you see an affluent black attorney dreaming of a backyard putting green; sometimes you see a black family of more modest means renovating their kitchen. On HGTV, there’s no single way to be black or white or gay.

    Still, in some instances, the network does seems too willing to keep its progressive perspective in a (brightly lit, neatly organized) closet. When the double sinks in the master bathroom suite are his and his or hers and hers, HGTV’s indifference to gender preference seems at least as timid as it is enlightened. On a recent episode of Curb Appeal, for example, the featured gay couple was never actually referred to as a couple, or even as partners. Instead they were simply, neutrally, the “homeowners.” And while one of the pair gave their designer a hug at the end of the episode, they were never shown hugging (or even touching) each other.

    Given that gays and minorities still contend with discriminatory mortgage lending practices and other related issues, HGTV’s reluctance to address such realities is disappointing—and yet even this has an upside. By completely ignoring race and gender preference, HGTV helps normalize the idea that American families come in many varieties. If HGTV was your only source of information about the state of American culture, you’d have no idea that millions of “family-values” zealots hate gays, that biracial marriages still raise eyebrows, or that media depictions of middle-class black and Latino families are relatively rare. Indeed, it’s either a testament to HGTV’s bland artistry or, perhaps, to its modest Nielsen ratings that conservative finger-waggers aren’t fulminating against the network on a regular basis.

    Despite what the producers of Method and Red might think, there’s nothing particularly novel about black people owning their own homes. According to the U.S. Census Bureau, African-American homeownership has risen six percent in the last fourteen years, to approximately forty-eight percent today. With numbers like that, you’d think that Hollywood could easily pump out rainbow-tinted visions of multi-culti domesticity that conformed both with reality and the perennial daydreams of Californian bleeding hearts. After all, as talk-radio squirt-guns like Rush Limbaugh and Sean Hannity love to remind us, Hollywood is a giant liberal propaganda machine, right?

    As it turns out, though, the network that does the most to flesh out such statistics isn’t really part of the Hollywood establishment. HGTV is owned by Scripps Networks, the cable arm of the E.W. Scripps Company. This is a newspaper conglomerate that owns approximately two dozen daily papers in cities like Abilene, Kansas; Birmingham, Alabama; and Knoxville, Tennessee. With its corporate headquarters in Cincinnati, Ohio, Scripps is a heartland enterprise whose corporate bullpen of political commentators, may of whom are syndicated and distributed through the Scripps Howard News Service, features more than a few hard-throwing righties. A few recent column titles: “Ronald Reagan, Intellectual,” “Gun Control Loses Firepower,” and “Kerry’s Plan to Wreck The Economy.”

    Perhaps it’s Scripps’ red-state bona fides that keep the Limbaughs and Hannitys of the world at bay; Hollywood elitists trying to engineer a more politically correct society from their Malibu mansions make much juicier targets. Or perhaps HGTV draws so little criticism for its progressive vision because scapegoats are so much easier to demonize when they’re kept abstract, or caricatured in movies, TV shows, and hip-hop videos.

    On HGTV, gay couples go about the everyday mundanities of domestic life, and guess what? They seem every bit as boring and innocuous as straight people! Even the most tremulous defenders of the sanctity of heterosexual marriage must take comfort in such essential truths, because, really, how can the nation’s homosexuals undermine Western Civilization when they’ve got basement clutter to battle and new kitchen fixtures to contemplate? And, ultimately, HGTV has this humanizing effect on everyone that it invites into its placid utopia. White, black, Asian, Hispanic, gay, straight, whatever—everyone is welcome at HGTV, everyone shares similar aspirations and desires, and everyone looks completely at home.

    Greg Beato has written for Spin, the Washington Post, LA Weekly, and many other publications.