…finally I drew a picture of Don Quixote’s donkey. On its back were a blind Bill and a deaf Wes both riding backward, and me hanging desperately on to the donkey’s swishing tail. The three Don Quixotes, hoping to return to nature, were trying to stop the donkey from rushing wildly toward the brink of disaster, but it seemed hopeless. Someone asked what was going to happen, so I drew President Reagan sitting frontward on the donkey’s back dangling a carrot in front of the donkey’s nose. When I asked, “What do suppose the carrot is?” someone correctly answered, “Money.”
The International Permaculture Conference was held in August 1986, at The Evergreen State College in Olympia, Washington, a quiet campus with a dense growth of large trees. The architecture of the main hall where the large gatherings took place was extremely original, a succession of tiers. More than seven hundred people attended the conference.
The opening remarks were delivered by one of the university professors, who was a Native American. He wore a feathered headdress, and his stately ceremonial attire was breathtaking. I was very impressed with his address in which he cited ancient American Indian legends with regard to the relationship his people have with nature. It reminded me that I truly was in America.
On the first day there were introductory remarks given by people from many countries. The main event consisted of talks given by Bill Mollison, the co-creator of permaculture, from Australia; Wes Jackson, the founder of The Land Institute in Salina, Kansas; and me.
Mollison’s permaculture is a no-tillage system that uses perennial plants and trees to create abundant farms and resilient human communities designed after natural landscapes. The farms are meant to perpetuate themselves indefinitely without bringing in materials from the outside. It is based on organic agriculture and appears to have quite a following in Australia, the United States, and around the world.
Jackson aims to develop farming methods that use as little fossil fuel as possible. If we do not limit the use of fossil fuel, he believes, there will be no future for agriculture. He is working to develop native perennial grasses into food crops that will eliminate the need for plowing. It appears that, while Jackson fundamentally accepts the scientific approach, he is searching for the beginnings of a new agriculture.
I was introduced by the moderator as “an advocate of natural farming, which is founded on the philosophy of mu (nothingness) and disavows the value of science.”
The idea was to find common ground from our three distinctive viewpoints and set a new, better course for agriculture in the future. On the following day, the three of us held a panel discussion. We were lined up together on the stage, and the discussion took place in a question-and-answer format, debate-style.
The questions had been given to us the day before, and the discussion was proceeding smoothly in accordance with the general outline, until it unexpectedly dissolved into a slapstick comedy that had everyone roaring. Mollison spoke English with a strong Australian accent, so Jackson teased him, saying he could not understand a word Mollison was saying. To top it off, I had three translators, and whenever I said something, they would give three different interpretations. Someone in the audience joked that they had no idea what Fukuoka was really saying. The audience became aware of how difficult it is to penetrate the heart of Oriental languages and expressions. People were both perplexed and intrigued, and the exchange of strange questions and even stranger answers continued amid gales of laughter.
Finally I drew a picture of Don Quixote’s donkey. On its back were a blind Bill and a deaf Wes both riding backward, and me hanging desperately on to the donkey’s swishing tail. The three Don Quixotes, hoping to return to nature, were trying to stop the donkey from rushing wildly toward the brink of disaster, but it seemed hopeless. Someone asked what was going to happen, so I drew President Reagan sitting frontward on the donkey’s back dangling a carrot in front of the donkey’s nose. When I asked, “What do suppose the carrot is?” someone correctly answered, “Money.”
from “Sawing Seeds in the Desert by Masanobu Fukuoka”