The pain of millions
benefits the billions
our joy riding on the backs
of those who cannot choose
when they wake
which way the look
where they go
how they love
who they love
if they love
How many of us enjoy getting roses on Valentines (or any time for that matter)?
I worked in the grocery industry for 13 years and never knew about how roses and slavery were connected. I am not sure if it was because I was “blind” to the idea that slavery still existed or if it was because the company I worked for prided (and still does) itself for humanely sourcing everything it sold.
So here you go…
I realize the second source is quite a bit older but that lends to the longevity of the problem.
Many years ago I told my husband that I didn’t like roses. The thorns were not worth the beauty of the flower that was so fleeting. Also, I had worked so many hours and so many Valentines with the wretched flowers I didn’t want to have to deal with them at all! I asked that when he wanted to buy flowers for me he purchase potted plants instead. He complied with my request and I got plants for quite a number of years.
Later in our marriage he began to purchase roses again and I found myself oddly happy at the sight of the flowers. I think that there is a push, a need to be alike others and to compare our lives so we feel the same and accepted. I took pictures of the roses and posted them, so proud of my gift. It was bought in love and it did make me happy. Often the roses lasted “longer than they ever have!” and we enjoyed them for 7-10 days.
Now that I know that roses are often carried on the backs of small children I cannot, anymore, enjoy them unless they are in my garden.
I wish I had a solution to the roses problem. I know there are farms that grow roses with kindness to the environment AND humans. I just have to locate them.