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Early on in my profession as a nationwide correspondent, an editor instructed me to all the time depart room for a story to soar in entrance of you. Stacie Marshall, who inherited 300 acres of farmland in north Georgia and found her ancestors had enslaved seven folks, was a kind of tales.
I’m a reporter for the Food part, primarily based in Atlanta, and I’m all the time searching for methods to inform extra tales from the fields the place our meals grows. A couple of weeks earlier than Covid turned all of our lives the other way up, I went to an natural farming convention in Athens, Ga.
My plan was to sit in on a few classes, have a chat with Alice Waters, the California restaurateur who was keynoting, and see if I might discover one thing fascinating to report.
I slipped into a workshop for Black farmers about advertising their produce and their farms in new methods. There had been two white ladies within the room: me and Ms. Marshall. Toward the top of the session, she stood up and instructed her story. She was making an attempt to work out what to do to make amends, in a small manner, for a incorrect that also confounds and divides the nation.
I launched myself, and she or he invited me to the farm in a place known as Dirt Town Valley. Three weeks later, the pandemic hit, and I set her story apart and started reporting about how the meals provide and all of the methods we feed ourselves had been affected by Covid.
That summer time, social justice protests unfold all through American cities, and I began eager about how to cowl meals in a manner that spoke to this second in historical past. Much of my job includes touring across the nation. Since the pandemic had grounded me, I used to be searching for tales to inform that had been inside driving distance. So I known as Ms. Marshall.
For a characteristic like this, gathering particulars and peeling again layers are important. That comes solely with time. And with the world slowing down, I had a lot of time. It was one pandemic silver lining.
I made journeys to the farm once I might, spending time simply speaking along with her and the 2 different households who’re featured within the story. I went to church with them, and I confirmed up when Matthew Raiford, the chef who was working that unique farming seminar, drove 400 miles to go to Ms. Marshall’s farm and provide recommendation on how to prepare dinner her grass-fed beef, rebuild her pastureland and have deep discussions in regards to the realities of racism in farming communities.
I teamed up with Nydia Blas, a freelance photographer in Atlanta whose work explores, amongst different issues, the id of younger Black ladies and ladies. She’s Black. I’m white. The manner we skilled the story in Dirt Town Valley was completely different, and the conversations we had after we hung out reporting there enormously knowledgeable the best way the story was framed.
Bridging the urban-rural divide posed one other set of challenges. Nydia and I are metropolis folks. Very few of the folks we interviewed ever learn The New York Times. My being from Atlanta helped, however nonetheless we had to spend time getting to know our topics and letting them get to know us earlier than edging into troublesome conversations and pulling out the digital camera.
Writing the article introduced its personal points. I had discussions with editors who fearful about telling a story about slavery and racism centered on a white lady. Others recommended a deeper dive into the subject of reparations. In the top, although, simply telling Ms. Marshall’s story merely and from a deep nicely of detailed reporting appeared probably the most trustworthy manner to current what was taking place in Dirt Town Valley.
The article resonated. Readers who had been in related conditions reached out to Ms. Marshall when the piece was revealed on-line. There had been folks whose households had been concerned within the Tulsa race bloodbath, or who, like Ms. Marshall, had inherited some household land that had as soon as been labored by folks their households had enslaved.
But it additionally had some detrimental penalties. The day the article landed in print, a rumor began going round that she was gifting away her land to Black folks.When a man whose household has ties to the Ku Klux Klan warned Ms. Marshall that some folks don’t like seeing Black and white folks collectively, she took the menace significantly.
Sheriff’s deputies promised to do additional patrols to be certain Ms. Marshall and the 2 Black households within the story — the Mosleys and the Kirbys — had been protected.
That evening, the Mosleys got here by to pray along with her. They had been previous household pals who had guided her ever since she was a lady. Then she went throughout the highway to go to the Kirbys, a Black couple who as soon as labored for her grandfather and now, of their 70s, had been coming to depend on Ms. Marshall the best way one may a daughter-in-law. They made her a plate of greens cooked in fatback and boiled yams.
“I think I have experienced the worst and best of my community today,” she mentioned.