It’s a Small (and Empty) World After All
Monoculture. The first time I heard this term was my first semester in grad school.
It was used to describe what was becoming of coastal plain forests in the south, from Louisiana to Virginia. I’d once gotten out of my car, driving between Auburn and my girlfriend’s home in Biloxi, and walked a few hundred yards into a “pine plantation” to see what was there. It was immensely uninteresting. For hundreds of square miles in south Alabama, uninteresting. A biological desert.
All the plants in a monoculture planting are genetically identical or almost so; they are planted a consistent distance apart in long laser-straight rows on level ground, and every other competitor is killed by herbicides or pesticides.
I thought this was the craziest thing I’d ever heard of, and hey–it was the year of the first Earth Day. My generation “got it” and what was good for the planet’s people and living systems would surely take precedence over what was best for the board of directors of Weyerhaeuser, the only Big Pulp conglomerate that comes easily to mind.
Nope. Monoculture is increasingly the law of the land–if not of the creatures who once lived on and in it.
Loblolly pine. Soybeans. Cotton. Corn. It’s called unapologetically Industrial Agriculture. It is all about mining the soil’s productivity for maximum efficiency and maximum yield (ultimately of profits.) I can’t get a total figure but it would be many millions of American acres planted in onc crop, season after season.
It’s instructive to know how little life is left on these hundred million acres.Â Cornstalks Everywhere But Nothing Else, Not Even A Bee : Krulwich Wonders… : NPRÂ (from which the “diversity” image above was taken.)
I wondered, back in ’70, about what becomes of a piece of land on which only one crop is intensely planted and from which all those tree-trunk nutrients were removed year after year. Won’t the soil soon be depleted and worthless?
Sure. Weyerhaeuser and their buddies then simply shift their base of operations to the rain forests of South America, where the sudden transition from greatest diversity on the planet to least diversity is just the cost of doing business.