Showing posts with label tradition. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tradition. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Photo Essay: The Demise of Cotton’s Influence on Egyptian Culture



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photos and text by Ahmed Safyeldin (twitter: @ElKharouf)

                  This is the second installment in a series of photo essays about the harvest of traditionally important crops in Egypt, their current state, and the farmers that tend their fields. These articles are an attempt to forge a new bond with my ancestral village of Ahnasya Elkhadra in Beni Suef that my grandfather abandoned fifty years ago to settle in Cairo. The articles also give me the excuse to travel to my village and examine the situation on the ground.


                 The cotton shrub is native to tropical and subtropical regions of the Americas, Africa, and Asia. The Cotton plant was independently domesticated in India and Central America 7,000 years ago, and woven into textiles for clothing and fishing nets. Egypt’s cotton production began in earnest in the 1860s as a result of the American Civil War disrupting Europe’s supply of raw cotton. The Europeans invested heavily in Egypt, which resulted in a booming economy, and encouraged Khedive Ismail (the Ottoman ruler of Egypt) to borrow heavily from British creditors. After the American Civil War, the Europeans abandoned Egypt’s cotton for the cheaper American variety. This resulted in a financial crisis that forced Egypt to declare bankruptcy in 1873, and the direct intervention of foreign powers in Egypt’s internal affairs, thereafter.


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                  I began a one-day trip to my father’s cotton fields in Ahnasya Elkhadra with the typical train ride to Upper Egypt from the Giza railroad station.  The train station’s Neo-Pharaonic architecture evokes the images of the ancient Egyptian temples of Luxor and Aswan, and reminds the passengers of their financial and ancestral ties to Upper Egypt.  Jostling at the carriage door gave way to a foyer with old red buttons on an open electrical board, and a luggage compartment used as a bedroom by the porters. This led to a dimly lit passengers’ section flooded by a yellowish sickly sleep-inducing color. I inherited my preference for the train as the mode of transportation to and from Beni Suef from my father who prefers its reliability. The uneventful train ride brings back memories and anxieties of the trips my father and I took to Beni Suef and the occasional adventures that entailed. The first pyramid I went inside was on one of our rare return trips by car, my father stopped at the Meydoum Pyramid (the symbol of the governorate of Beni Suef) and paid off the policeman to take us inside.  The ride also evokes the anxieties I have towards my relatives in Ahnasya Elkhadra who I could never relate to due to our differences in backgrounds and cultures. For example, my relatives always ask me to find a job for an acquaintance of theirs in my uncle’s company which embarrasses me into promising that I will, but never deliver.


                  I reached Beni Suef at 7:30 am and Hajj Ali Bakri, my father’s cousin, was waiting for me on the platform to take me to Ahnasya Elkhadra. Half an hour later, I was in the middle of my father’s cotton field outside our village taking photographs of the workers harvesting the crop since dawn prayers.  The Egyptian farmer traditionally harvests cotton in the early morning to take advantage of the dew it which makes the bales heavier and so commands a higher price at the scale. My father has a sharecropping agreement with two farmers to grow crops on this plot of land in return for half the revenue.  I commented to Hajj Ali on the height and size of the cotton bushes this year. He replied that unusually intense heat waves late in the season result in growth spurts that produce spoilt cotton pods.  Therefore, only the lower half of the plant was harvestable. Hajj Ali also complained about the new payment system which allows speculators to control prices and keep them secret until after the harvest. Under the old system which was installed by the Egyptian government after the 1952 Revolution, the ministry of agriculture fixed the prices according to the international commodities market months in advance and was the sole buyer of cotton in Egypt. Then in the 1990s Egypt started borrowing from the World Bank under the stipulation to partially deregulate the agricultural sector causing the government to abandon its role as the sole dealer of Egyptian cotton.



                  One of the groups harvesting cotton was a band of about fifteen teenage girls wearing the niqab. After working, on their way back home, they removed their niqabs. I was surprised at their nonchalant attitude towards the niqab, especially because it is worn by religiously conservative women. I asked an old farmer about the girls’ behavior and he replied with a laugh: the girls wear a niqab during work to protect their fair skin from the sun and attract suitors because they are at the proper age to get married. By late morning the farmers rolled the huge cotton bales out from the field, and on to donkey carts to store them in Hajj Ali’s warehouse, adjacent to his home.



                   Egypt’s relationship with cotton has been fundamentally altered. There are several reasons for this outcome. First, the Egyptian farmer can no longer grow cotton every year because of its detrimental effect on the soil; before the High Dam was built this was possible because the flood replenished the soil with the nutrients consumed by the preceding year’s crop. Second, the quality of Egyptian cotton decreased because after the 1952 Revolution, the government fixed the price, regardless of the quality; therefore there was little incentive to grow quality cotton. Third, the domestic demand for cotton has decreased because of the privatization of Egypt’s textile industry and strong competition from cheaper textiles from China. Cotton’s fall in commercial value was accompanied by an erosion of the cultural trappings that surrounded it. I asked around on my trip if anybody remembered the songs farmers used to sing during the cotton harvest; I was met with puzzled looks. In addition, farmers used to wait until the harvest to have weddings and make financial transactions because of the cash that cotton brought in around this time of year. All of these factors played a role in the demise of cotton’s cultural and commercial value to Egyptians.

                  In conclusion, my trip to Ahnasya Elkhadra introduced me to the challenges facing Egyptian cotton. Poor government policies compounded with the mounting financial challenges of the Egyptian farmer led to this situation. Unless both parties start working together to combine their efforts to raise the quality and cultivation standards of this cash crop, Egypt will lose one of its main resources of agricultural income.































Monday, April 8, 2013

Photo Essay: The Harvest


All photos and text by Ahmed Safyeldin (twitter: @ElKharouf)





It was in my town of Ahnasya-El-Khadra, in the governorate of Beni-Suef, that the subject matter of his photo essay presented itself. I went on a Friday morning to volunteer at an NGO oblivious that the countryside was being strangled by a severe gas and diesel shortage. I had to put aside my plans to return on the same day and spend the night with a relative. As my relatives made phone calls around town to fetch me gas off the black market, they expounded on the adverse effects of this crisis on their livelihood, especially since the wheat harvest is coming up and the process of harvesting is mechanized. These revelations stirred my imagination since wheat is a staple of Egyptian diets and the Nile Delta was one of the first places that domesticated wheat 9,000 years ago.





The wheat harvesting process begins in early May by reaping the wheat and leaving it out to dry for a day or two on the field. Then the wheat is bound together and put through a machine that threshes (loosens the head of the grain from the chaff) and winnows (separates the head of the grain from the chaff) it. Finally the cereal is hauled away in sacks to the town’s market or government storage centers.





I photographed two locations at different stages of the harvest. The first location was a farm owned and operated by a single family that was at the stage of binding, threshing, and winnowing the wheat. The mood was joyous, welcoming, and put me at ease right away. I sat by an old lady (a great grand-mother) making  tea in a blackened beat up pot using corn cobs as fuel. The old lady went on to tell me how easy farm life had become compared to when she was young and the harvesting process was done by hand. The most interesting stages were threshing and winnowing, which began by passing a special cart over the wheat to loosen the grain from the stalks and husks. The mixture was then winnowed by throwing it into the wind so the chaff flew away and the heavier grain fell to the ground.





The commercial farm was owned by a distant relative of mine who contracted a foreman to provide manpower during harvests. Interestingly, the group of peasants that worked for the foreman was an extended family. While sipping on a cup of sweet tea brewed over a gas stove in the middle of a reaped field, the farm owner informed me that these workers are a group of nomads that roam between farming communities providing labor and are infamous for committing petty crimes. He also went over modernity’s impact on the farmer and how it strained his resources. The advent of government provided utilities gave the farmer the opportunity to buy electrical appliances and goods that burdened them financially. In addition, farming subsidies such as seeds and pesticides are stolen by government officials and sold on the black market for higher prices to the farmers who have no choice but to buy these products.





I went to Ahnasya-El-Khadra to witness a thousand year old agricultural tradition that captured my imagination, but found reality quite different. The fact is that the Egyptian peasant’s life has been far from idyllic since the beginning of time. However, it is fair to say that materially this is the richest he has been. But what does that translate into? Does that count as improvement?