Delta

Transforming America’s poorest region

Essay by Robert Kunzig
Illustrations by Mike McQuade


South of Cape Girardeau, Missouri, the valley of the Mississippi River fans out into a broad plain known as the Delta. The name is misleading: The region lies hundreds of miles north of the true river delta at the Gulf of Mexico. But this inland Delta was created by the Mississippi too.

For thousands of years, before levees were built to confine it, the river channel snaked wildly back and forth across the valley, at times reaching as far as Little Rock, a hundred miles west of its present course. Every part of the region was once either under the river or so close that it was regularly flooded. As a result, Delta soils are ancient river sediments, generally more than a hundred feet thick. They’re as fertile as can be. 

In Egypt, along the Nile, such deposits once gave rise to a great civilization. That’s not what happened along the Mississippi. The Delta today is perhaps the poorest region in the U.S.—a flatland of small, half-abandoned towns surrounded by large, mechanized farms. The land ownership is predominantly white, the poverty disproportionately Black. The farms mostly grow commodities—soybeans, corn, cotton, and rice. Only the rice becomes food for humans. The soybeans and corn are processed into animal feed and ethanol, mostly outside the region; the cotton is exported to textile mills in Asia. Meanwhile, the Delta itself is a food desert. Grocery stores are scarce. Food insecurity is rampant. 

The history of how this happened—how one of the country’s most fertile farming regions became a knot of poverty, hunger, and racial injustice—is complicated and painful. But the more urgent question is whether anything can be done to cut the knot. World Wildlife Fund, an organization with a longstanding interest in how agriculture affects the planet, is pushing one idea it thinks would benefit not just the Delta but the country as a whole: Delta farmers could start growing more food that people actually eat—“specialty crops,” such as fruits, vegetables, and other high-value foods.

“If we took 5 percent of the acres and diverted them into almost anything that wasn’t a commodity, it’s literally an additional $2.5 billion in revenue, just at the farm gate,” said Pete Nelson, president and founder of AgLaunch, a Memphis farmers’ collective and ag-tech accelerator that is partnering with WWF. Processing the crops in the Delta would funnel even more money into the regional economy.

The change would make the whole U.S. food system more resilient. Demand for fresh produce is rising rapidly. We already import around half of it, and two-thirds of the fruits and nearly half the vegetables we do grow ourselves come from one place: California. As the planet warms, that dependency is looking increasingly unsustainable. The problem is water. Farmers in California’s Central Valley have been over-pumping groundwater for decades, and climate forecasts call for longer, more severe droughts in the state, punctuated by more extreme rains. Large growers and corporate produce buyers are already looking for other sources of supply.

In WWF’s view, the Delta could be the “Next California.” Sitting in the middle of the country, the Delta has plenty of water and great logistics as well as rich soil. For years, a few people in the region have preached the gospel of specialty crops. WWF is now helping to organize such efforts. It has assembled a large and diverse council of regional actors—farmers, academics from land grant universities, NGO representatives, bankers—who are actively working to push the Delta’s agricultural economy toward something new. 

The Delta wouldn’t need to abandon commodity crops, or rival California’s output of fruits and vegetables, to get a shot at redemption. For a century, it has been a place people fled, especially the Black people whose labor once helped build a cotton kingdom here. “We don’t want to just produce more artichokes or more lettuce. We also want to produce communities,” said Jason Clay, a senior vice president of WWF. “We want to have a business in those communities that attracts the kids to come back.” The best way to do that is to start rebuilding agriculture in the Delta, from the dirt up.

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In the last third of the nineteenth century, the Delta was a place people flocked to, a land of opportunity for Blacks and whites alike. Cotton farming had begun before the Civil War, using enslaved labor, but only near the riverbanks. At the end of the war, 90 percent of the Delta in Mississippi remained forested, swampy wilderness—an unclaimed frontier. Much the same was true on the Arkansas side.

A land rush ensued, and freed slaves were a big part of it. White planters needed them for the back-breaking labor of clearing forest, but now they had to offer them much more decent terms. Many Blacks were able to work their way up from renting land from whites to buying their own. By 1900, two-thirds of farm owners in the Mississippi Delta were Black, even if most of the land was still white-owned.

In the twentieth century, all that changed: Blacks in the Delta and throughout the South lost most of their land. First, Jim Crow segregation laws, violently enforced, deprived them of basic rights, making it harder to acquire or hold onto land, and ensuring that for most Blacks, the only option was to serve as cheap labor on white-owned farms. Large plantations reemerged in the Delta, worked by sharecroppers rather than slaves. After World War I, Blacks began to migrate to cities in the North, looking for more opportunity—and less lynching.

After World War II, a second factor dramatically accelerated the Great Migration. In 1944, International Harvester tested the first mechanical cotton picker on a plantation just south of Clarksdale, Mississippi. Over the next two decades, tractors, mechanical harvesters, and chemical herbicides made sharecropping obsolete—you no longer needed much labor to farm cotton or grains. The farms had to be large, though, to pay off the machines. Farmers needed access to ever more capital—and banks and local offices of the U.S. Department of Agriculture systematically denied loans and other opportunities to Black farmers. 

As mechanization was driving Black sharecroppers to leave the Delta, Black farmers who owned land were losing it. In 1920, Blacks owned or operated 14 percent of all farmland in the U.S.; today it is less than 2 percent. In the Delta, it is around 1 percent, and those farms cover, on average, less than 100 acres. That’s a fifth of the overall average in the Delta.

It’s no accident that blues music, the Delta’s best-known product, emerged in this region, according to historian John C. Willis. In Forgotten Time, a history of the Mississippi Delta from the Civil War to 1920, Willis describes the rise and fall of a promised land. The blues were born, he writes, not just of “anger and sadness” but of “the sense of a promise betrayed, the knowledge that a unique moment had passed and that the prospects of poor Blacks might never soar so high again.”

Today, the agricultural infrastructure of the Delta—physical, economic, and intellectual—is set up to underpin a commodity economy that intrinsically favors large farms and export markets. From the cotton gins and the grain elevators along the Mississippi to the John Deere and Case dealerships on the outskirts of the depressed towns, from the banks that provide crop loans to the USDA and university labs that research new varietals and growing strategies and the extension agents that pass such knowledge on to farmers—all are attuned to cotton, soybeans, corn, and rice. So, above all, are federal subsidies, which offer crop insurance and price supports to commodities but little to specialty crops. 

That doesn’t mean all commodity farmers in the Delta are thriving. In fact, many are struggling, especially in 2024, when input costs have soared—for fuel, fertilizer, equipment, insurance—while commodity prices have plummeted due to overproduction. But the barriers to shifting to something new are high even for farmers who are eager for change. North of Clarksdale, I met Cali and Mark Noland, a young couple farming cotton on land that has been in Cali’s family for a century. In the past few years, to get a premium price for their crop and to restore the health of their soil, they’ve been shifting to “regenerative practices.” They till less, plant cover crops after harvest, and have drastically cut their use of fertilizer and insecticides. 

Five or six years ago, Mark said, they seriously considered growing vegetables. They concluded it would take too much investment in refrigerated transport and storage, processing plants, and above all labor—all of which California has but the Delta lacks. Growing fruits and vegetables requires a lot more manual labor than growing cotton or corn. The Delta, I heard again and again, no longer has enough people willing to do those exhausting jobs in the Delta heat. Only migrants will do it, and arranging for that is cumbersome.

Mark took me to the front window to point out the nearby levee, the only rise in the table-flat landscape. The Mississippi is constantly recharging the aquifer that Delta farmers rely on, he said, “so water is not a problem.” Then he and Cali took me out back to sink a shovel into the nearest field and show me the richness of the dark soil—deposited in the millennia before the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers built the levees, when the river still frequently jumped its banks.

The premise of the Next California project is that the Delta’s great natural resources, which made the cotton kingdom possible, are “totally underutilized,” Pete Nelson at AgLaunch told me. “We could build it better and build it differently.” Traveling through the Delta, I sometimes found it hard to envision how a whole new specialty-crop economy could grow through the cracks of a landscape paved with commodity crops. Think of a kaleidoscope, Jason Clay at WWF said: “If you just turn the notch one time, you can see a whole different configuration.”

Now, the two organizations are trying to help the Delta make that turn.

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Clay, who heads the Markets Institute at WWF, grew up in the 1950s and ’60s on a 156-acre farm in northwestern Missouri, the eldest boy of seven children in a four-room house without indoor plumbing. When he was fifteen, a tractor flipped over on his father and killed him. That put Clay and his mother in charge until he went to Harvard. All his siblings left, too. “Everybody left because there was no way to make a living,” he said; the farm was too small. Clay didn’t escape his roots though. He’s a big reason why WWF has focused so heavily on the need to “rethink food”—the title of his weekly newsletter—for the benefit of all, including small farmers.

That might seem an unlikely focus for an organization whose emblem is a panda. But globally, agriculture is a major threat to wildlife, as well as a major contributor to climate change. In both cases, it’s the initial conversion of undisturbed land to farmland that has the biggest impact. Climate change itself increases the risk of land conversion by altering growing conditions and displacing crops. More than a decade ago, Clay started thinking about how climate change would affect fruit and vegetable growing in California—and about whether, by “looking sideways” at the shift, it might be steered in a positive direction. 

“The driving environmental goal is to avoid land conversion,” said Julia Kurnik, whom Clay hired in 2018 and who manages the Next California project. “If it’s coming to the Delta, it’s going to be existing farmland switching from one crop to another, not new land being converted. That would be a massive environmental win” for the planet.

Kurnik, who lives outside Philadelphia, didn’t know the Delta before. It’s a strangely affecting place. The vast flat fields interrupted at intervals by bands of primeval woods; the graceful old pecan trees rising from a sea of lush grass; even the ruined buildings and the people who are fighting history—it all grows on you. As Kurnik began to travel there and listen to farmers and assemble an advisory council, her conception of the Next California and its goals broadened. It became as much about improving life and social equity in the Delta as about sparing the climate and the planet.

It also became clear that the name of the project lends itself to misinterpretation: Most of California’s fruits, nuts, and vegetables are unlikely to be transplanted to the Delta. It’s no accident that California became America’s garden. Its climate allows growers to harvest two crops a year, and its sandy, well-drained soils are less conducive to pests and disease. Even its dryness has an upside: Farmers can determine exactly when and how much water they deliver to crops—as long as irrigation water is available. 

The Delta has the great advantage of plentiful water. But the rains often come at the wrong time, and because the land is flat and the soil is clayey in a lot of places, it has a tendency to get waterlogged. Along with the high heat and humidity, that promotes plant diseases and leads to extreme pressure from insect pests. 

WWF asked Trey Malone, an agricultural economist at the University of Arkansas, to study which specialty crops would be most likely to succeed. Malone ended up skeptical that much of California’s production of 230-odd crops would grow well in the Delta—but bullish on the idea that the Delta could grow a lot more specialty crops. It should focus first, he said, on crops it has a history with. That would include sweet potatoes, field peas (such as the black-eyed kind), peanuts, okra, and tomatoes; and fruits such as watermelon, blackberries, blueberries, and peaches. “The Delta should be doing what the Delta does best,” Malone told me. 

Perhaps the most immediate economic opportunity, he said, would be for the Delta to lean into specialty versions of the commodities it’s known for: growing edamame for human consumption instead of soybeans for livestock, or jasmine or basmati rice instead of long-grain. Though Arkansas grows more rice than any other state, it’s California that leads in those high-priced specialty varieties.

Malone and others working with WWF don’t assume that many large commodity farmers will switch to vegetables. They’re targeting smaller farmers, especially Black ones, who have less to lose and more to gain. When Kurnik first started talking with farmers in the Delta, she said, “my expectation was that it would be a hard sell to suddenly switch crops. And that actually has not been the case.” It turned out there were already people in the Delta thinking along the same lines.

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Harvey Williams first heard about the Next California project when he met Nelson at a dinner in 2021. Williams had recently opened a distillery in downtown Helena, Arkansas, a block west of the levee. The tasting room is an elegant space on a desolate street, and as you nurse your drink at the U-shaped bar you can look through a large window at the tall distilling columns that rise like giant copper clarinets from a mass of gleaming stainless steel. On a wall near the bar there’s a large framed print of a gorgeous old Corps of Engineers map, which shows the Mississippi’s past penchant for wandering and flooding the land. The distillery is called Delta Dirt. 

As he talked to Nelson, Williams liked the sound of the WWF project. “But my mind almost immediately went to, wow, you have a bigger task in front of you than you might realize,” he recalled. “Because it will be a challenge to change generational mindsets about what’s grown here in the Delta. It will take some changes of hearts and minds before you actually change the fields.” In Williams’ own case, though, the change had long since happened. On the land he grew up on, land his family had worked since the nineteenth century, his father and brother had been growing sweet potatoes and other vegetables for decades. 

In Arkansas, 90 percent of the sweet potato crop is grown from shoots produced at the University of Arkansas at Pine Bluff, a historically Black land grant university whose mission is to help Black farmers, like the Williams family, in the Delta. The shoots come from plant scientist Sathish Ponniah’s lab, which certifies them to be free of yield-depressing viruses. Since he arrived here in 2011, Ponniah told me, the state’s sweet potato acreage has expanded from 3,000 to 6,370. That’s significant growth, but there’s room for a lot more—especially if the tubers can be converted into higher-value products.

That’s what Williams and his family do at Delta Dirt: They make sweet potato booze. Since 2021, their vodka has won top honors in every trade competition they’ve entered. This past April, Delta Dirt introduced its version of bourbon. It goes for $80 a bottle, which allows for a higher profit margin than sweet potatoes. The first distilling run sold out on the first day.

Across the river in Mississippi, Alcorn State University, another historically Black institution, operates an Extension Program for farmers. The program includes a research farm in Mound Bayou, an historic little town that epitomizes the scale of what has been lost—and could be recaptured—in the Delta. Founded in 1887 by Isaiah Montgomery and other formerly enslaved people, Mound Bayou was envisioned as a Black utopia. And for decades, that’s what it was: a thriving town with 13 stores, three cotton gins, a bank, and a newspaper. A refuge from Jim Crow and a cradle of the civil rights movement, Mound Bayou remains an all-Black town today—but a hollowed out one. There are two convenience stores and a food pantry but no grocery. The high school closed in 2018. In one of its buildings, residents have since opened a museum showcasing the town’s historic importance.

John Coleman graduated from Alcorn State and now runs the research farm for the Extension Program. His own family arrived in Mound Bayou in 1906. According to the story they’ve handed down, it was after one cruelty too many from a plantation owner in Panther Burn, Mississippi, that Coleman’s great-grandfather gathered his wife and five sons and hopped the train 60 miles north, where he’d heard there was a place for Black folks. In Mound Bayou, Montgomery greeted them at the station. 

“He said, ‘Go three and a half miles west. There is some land that needs to be cleared off, and that land could be yours,’” Coleman said. “And I own that land today.” 

Coleman grows soybeans on those 40 acres, which he can handle in his spare time without extra labor. But on the 45-acre research farm, he mostly grows what his dad used to grow on a little vegetable patch, back when everyone gardened and shared with their neighbors: purple hull peas and “good old turnip, mustard, and collard greens.” People come to pick their own greens, paying $7 to fill a 13-gallon trash bag. 

For the peas, which are like black-eyed peas but with purple pods and eyes, Coleman and his colleague Percy Baldwin have found a different market. With the help of the Mississippi Delta Council for Farm Worker Opportunities, a nonprofit, they’ve enlisted a few dozen farmers to grow a total of about 200 acres worth of peas. The Alcorn State Extension Program operates a small processing plant in Marks where machines shell the peas, and workers wash and pack them in one-pound plastic bags. From July to September, the plant delivers about 2,000 bags a week, labeled “Locally Grown in Mississippi,” to Kroger supermarkets. 

For now, it’s just a sideline for the farmers: Each of them grows at most a few acres of peas—as much as they can get harvested by hand, in a place where few people want that work. But Coleman thinks the potential market is much larger. “I could sell peas all day,” he said. Walmart was interested, but its minimum order tends to be enough to stock one of its distribution centers—each of which serves around 100 stores. Coleman is caught in a bind: He needs to ramp up production in order to expand, but the farmers can’t plant more purple hull peas, he said, because neither they nor the Extension Program can afford the machines to harvest them. 

“If we don’t get the equipment,” Coleman said, “this idea will die.”

One of the farmers growing peas is Robbie Pollard. He grew up poor with a single mom in Batesville, and came to farming both early—riding around with his grandfather on his tractor—and late, after knocking around other jobs. That prompted, he said, a period of “just praying and asking God to show me the way. And this is where it led me: to growing food.” 

Women and minority farmers who live on the margins of the industry at large are deserving of a first shot at the specialty rice industry.

An uncle sold off most of the family land a few years ago. Pollard now leases land not far from the processing plant in Marks. Apart from the peas, he delivers most of his other vegetables in “Food as Medicine” boxes—a grant-funded program—to local health centers. But he has bigger plans. He showed me the stacks of donated piping that he’s going to set up in a greenhouse so he can grow food hydroponically, year-round and free from pests. Parked nearby was an old school bus from which he and his wife will sell healthy farm-to-table meals—his farm and his table. His long-term dream is for a group of farmers he has organized to sell their own brand of produce to supermarkets.

With his single-row tractor and the help of two nephews, Pollard can’t farm more than 10 acres right now. His lease actually covers 96 acres. What would it take to plant the whole field in vegetables? 

“The proper equipment and the right amount of labor,” Pollard said. “Because we’re gonna get there. We’re definitely going to get there.”

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After four years of research, the WWF project has now entered what Kurnik calls the implementation phase. Members of the advisory council have committed to working their own patches to move the project forward. Following the historically Black colleges, Mississippi State and the University of Arkansas have lately been adding academic positions devoted to specialty crops. Soil scientist Phillip Owens, director of the USDA Small Farms Research Center in Booneville, Arkansas, is using satellite data and working with horticulturalists to create a high-resolution map of the entire Delta that will tell farmers what kind of soils are present, and which crops might thrive, on each small parcel of land. Owens is a big supporter of the WWF project. “I feel like it’s a valuable mission that has potential to really make a difference,” he said.

Kurnik is spending her own time trying to find markets for Delta farmers and investors for the infrastructure they need. “The silver lining of COVID is that everyone is way more focused on supply chain security,” she told me. Building an alternative in the Delta, she said, is like pushing a boulder uphill; you hope to get to the top so it starts rolling on its own.

Shawn Peebles, a farmer in Augusta, Arkansas, who’s now on the WWF council, stumbled onto his own shortcut to the top: Go organic, and the market finds you. Peebles is a rarity in the Delta, a commodity farmer who converted—and the impetus was a brush with failure. In 2009, he was farming soybeans and corn on 7,000 acres. Then floods ruined his crops two years running, and he was close to a million dollars in debt. “I had finished out my year and couldn’t pay my light bill,” he said. A chance encounter at the local Case dealership sent him on a different path.

Jody C. Taylor was an old family friend who had made a fortune in real estate, but who also had a thousand acres of certified organic land that he was farming almost as a hobby. At the Case dealership, he pulled out a notebook and showed Peebles the prices for organic soybeans and corn—they were more than double the conventional ones. It was the nudge Peebles needed. By the next spring, he had auctioned off all his large conventional equipment, negotiated a payment plan with the Farm Service Agency, his lender, and with the chemicals supplier, rented 200 acres from Taylor, and planted it with organic soybeans. He had zero prior interest in organic agriculture. 

“It was all financial. I wasn’t hugging trees,” he told me. “I had no idea how to do it or what it was about, other than I knew that I was going to go back and farm just like my grandfather did in the 1950s, before chemicals.” In that first year, he said, he made more money farming 200 acres than he had ever made on 7,000.

Today Peebles has expanded to 2,000 acres, all organic. He employs some 50 migrant workers from South Africa and Mexico on temporary H-2A visas. They walk every acre once a week with hoes, chopping weeds; they also harvest many crops by hand. The headquarters of Peebles Organic is an old 70,000-square foot warehouse building on the edge of Augusta. Half of it is climate-controlled storage, which in the fall is stacked to the rafters with 1,000-pound crates of sweet potatoes. Peebles harvested 8 million pounds in 2023 and delivered them to Walmart, Kroger, and a company in Ontario. He also grows edamame, corn for organic chicken feed, and a variety of heirloom grains, for a company called Anson Mills—whatever they ask him to grow. He never has to look for buyers, he said. They come to him.

Organic land is scarce because it takes three years to certify it as chemical-free, and during that time you may have no crop at all. In Mississippi, I met a farmer named Keith White who had just been through that process with a 50-acre field on the southern outskirts of Memphis. AgLaunch, Nelson’s operation, worked with a local philanthropist to cover his lost income for those three years, taking some of the risk out of the transition. 

Now, White told me as we sat on his tractor tilling a corn field—he grows 1,500 acres of commodities scattered along Highway 61—he was planning to grow soybeans on his organic field, just as Peebles did at first. But he was also entertaining other offers. “I’m getting a lot of phone calls, man,” he said. A Missouri buyer wanted him to cover the field in watermelons and promised to bus in migrant workers every week to keep the weeds down. Other callers wanted White to grow tomatoes, cantaloupes, and canola. 

For now, White said, he didn’t expect to convert many of his other fields to organic; there would be too many problems with neighbors who spray their fields with herbicides such as dicamba, which might drift onto his land. Going organic in the Delta, Peebles said, is not a way to make friends with your neighbors; his success hasn’t inspired other farmers in Augusta. “I lost my seat at the coffee shop a long time ago,” he said.

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Most farmers in the Arkansas Delta may not be looking to go organic, Hallie Shoffner told me—she herself isn’t interested—but a lot of them are looking to diversify. That’s one reason she thinks the Next California initiative will ultimately succeed. “I would bet on it, because we have to—farmers have to diversify or we won’t survive,” she said. Her contribution is to run WWF’s first pilot project.

Shoffner’s farm is northeast of Augusta in a place called Shoffner, which once had a post office, a general store, a railway depot, and a cotton gin—her family’s gin. Hallie, 36, is the sixth generation of Shoffner to farm here. The farm she showed me looked like an ordinary Delta farm. It had giant combines, chemicals stored in one-ton plastic tanks, and a 12-row planter drilling rice seeds into a field by an oxbow lake. But this farm is different: It produces rice seeds.

Shoffner grows 20 varieties of specialty rice. Around 500 of her 2,000 acres are devoted to Carolina Gold, an heirloom variety she sells to mills for people to eat. But most of her rice grains are sold as seed to other farmers. Shoffner enjoys the challenge of growing that many varieties —and there’s also more money in it. Her problem is that most rice farmers in the South grow long-grain commodity rice, not specialty rice. That limits Shoffner’s sales.

The idea behind Delta Harvest, the start-up that WWF helped her get started, is to create a new market for specialty rice, both for her and for the farmers she works with. Shoffner is partnering with three farmers in the Delta, two of whom grow a rice variety that is good for soups or microwaveable pouches. Shoffner sells the farmers their seeds, and Ben’s Original, the rice company, buys their crop for 12 percent more than what commodity rice would bring. The third farm grows Carolina Gold from Shoffner’s seeds to sell along with her own crop—again at a premium.

The three farmers are all Black, and one is a woman, Shoffner told me. “As a society, we pretty much did everything possible to ensure that Black farmers did not become prosperous farm families,” she said. “Women and minority farmers who live on the margins of the industry at large are deserving of a first shot at the specialty rice industry.” 

In the effort to create a specialty-crop economy in the Delta, rice is “low-hanging fruit,” Shoffner said. “The biggest issue with specialty crop production in the South is lack of infrastructure. Well, we have rice infrastructure for sure, and you can modify that somewhat and produce specialty rice fairly easily.” 

Matthew Robinson, on the other hand, is reaching for fruit higher on the tree. A produce farmer east of Memphis, Robinson is planning what WWF hopes will be its second pilot project. Right now, his main outlet for the kale, collards, broccolini, and other vegetables he grows on 10 acres in Stanton, Tennessee, is the Memphis farmers market. But sales fall off dramatically when school resumes in August, just as his farm’s output is peaking. He needs a more reliable outlet.

“Volume has never been a problem for me,” Robinson said. “My problem has been finding a market that can absorb everything I grow. That’s why I want to do the processing facility.”

He has plans—but no financing so far—for a 15,000-square-foot plant that would make dried vegetable chips. In the meantime he’s already building a commercial kitchen at his farm so he can make his own brand of hot sauce. That would at least give him a shelf-stable, year-round market for his peppers, tomatoes, and onions—the way Delta Dirt vodka does for the Williams’ sweet potatoes. “At the end of the day nothing is safe when you’re selling to somebody,” Robinson said. “That’s why I realize you got to own the value chain.” 

Kurnik hopes that if her group can get a few such pilots running successfully, the boulder will start to roll downhill. Once WWF steps back from leading the initiative, AgLaunch, its main partner, will still be there. 

AgLaunch is both a for-profit farmers’ collective and an unusual venture-capital organization: Farm credit banks provide the capital in exchange for a modest return, and the farmers pick worthy start-ups to invest in, ones that are developing new technology that make farming more sustainable and diversifying less risky. In exchange for testing the tech, the farmers get equity in the companies. There are 40 active companies in the AgLaunch portfolio at the moment. One of them pioneered the use of drone swarms to spray chemicals in a more targeted way than airplanes can, which is more economical and less damaging to the environment.

In the effort to diversify the Delta, AgLaunch’s Pete Nelson said, new technology might help with two of its biggest challenges. The first is finding markets that protect farmers: A secure online platform could help connect individual farmers and buyers to agree on contracts that promote trust and spread the financial risk. The second challenge is labor: Robots that can pick fragile vegetables and eradicate weeds could reduce farmers’ dependence on migrant labor and chemicals. AgLaunch is working on both problems. Mississippi State University has recently started an automation and robotics program as well.

In the end, Nelson said, it’s not really about the individual technologies. He sees AgLaunch and its community of farmers as the spark of a broader cultural revolution he’s trying to ignite in the Delta. “This is about stimulating like a Silicon Valley, igniting something that by nature can’t be controlled,” he said. You don’t create a new economy in the Delta, one that rights historic wrongs, through social engineering—by having WWF or AgLaunch explain to Delta farmers how to live their lives, Nelson said. You do it by helping innovative people—like Coleman, Shoffner, Robinson, and Williams—find the resources they need to build their dreams. Then you get out of the way.

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The Delta Dirt distillery stands at the corner of Cherry and Rightor Streets in downtown Helena. One day last spring, Harvey Williams sat down at the bar and began to explain why he came home to this troubled place, 25 years after he left. Like many stories in the Delta, his reaches deep into the past. Unlike many stories in the Delta, it has a mostly happy plot. It’s a story about surviving the twentieth century and creating a shot at transcending it.

Helena isn’t big, but it’s the biggest town on the Mississippi between Memphis and Vicksburg, and Cherry Street was once its commercial heart. In the 1970s and ’80s, when Williams was growing up, his parents would bring him in from the farm to buy school shoes a couple blocks away. “Fifteen years ago, probably every storefront down here still had a business in it,” Williams said. The street is on the National Register of Historic Places, but most of the stores are empty now, even dilapidated. On a warm Thursday afternoon in early April, it felt like you might safely lie down for a nap in the middle of Cherry Street.

Inside the tasting room, it was quiet too as Williams, a soft-spoken man in jeans and a button-down shirt, told his story. Sunlight fell through bamboo blinds onto a table in the front corner, where a large brown jug held a bouquet of dried cotton. Next to it stood an old black-and-white photograph of a young man in a suit and fedora: U.D. Williams, Harvey’s grandfather. In 1949, U.D. had at last managed to buy the cotton fields that his father, the son of freed slaves, had begun sharecropping in the late nineteenth century. The land in Poplar Grove, west of Helena, is where Harvey grew up. He and his brother Kennard still farm sweet potatoes and squash there.

That was the first unusual twist in the Williams story: U.D. Williams had bought land at a time when a lot of African-Americans in the Delta were losing it. He had scraped the money together by selling his cotton to a gin that wasn’t his landlord’s, which gave him a fair price—and also by making and selling moonshine. “That’s one of his moonshine jugs,” Harvey Williams said, gesturing toward the cotton bouquet. 

U.D. and Emma Williams had 11 children, and all but three fled Arkansas for cities in the North during the Great Migration. Harvey’s father was the only son who stayed. He kept farming the 86 acres in Poplar Grove. But by the 1980s, 86 acres was no longer enough to make a living off commodity crops like cotton. “Get big or get out” was the mantra. Harvey Sr. found a third way: He got into vegetables, which earn much more per acre. Forty years ago, he did what WWF is talking about now.

Harvey Jr. came back because he wanted to build on his family’s legacy. He had spent 25 years working in food manufacturing, mostly outside Arkansas. He had managed factories that made sausages and tortilla chips. He had the experience to run a small distillery and a detailed plan for how to start one. And he wanted to come home. 

But he found that some things in the Delta hadn’t changed. Local banks wouldn’t give him even a small loan. Some of it was unfamiliarity with the type of project he was proposing; some of it, he thinks, was his race. To start Delta Dirt, he and his wife, Donna, ended up cashing in their 401(k) plans. But with the help of their two sons, they did it: Their vodka and gin are now available all over Arkansas and in neighboring states, as well as via their website. Supplies of their recently released take on bourbon—they can’t call it that, because it’s made with sweet potatoes—are still limited. It’s called Deep Roots, and when you drain the bottle, you discover the photo of U.D. Williams on the back of the label. 

Williams’ dream is that Delta Dirt will catalyze a rebirth of Cherry Street. He’s not at all sure it will, but in the tasting room he sometimes feels a bit of hope. “You come in here on a weekend,” he said, “and you’ll see an equal number of Black people and white people sharing a social space. And it’s like nothing else you’ve seen in this town. They’re sitting right next to each other having social conversations. It’s amazing.” 

Sitting in that tasting room myself, a stone’s throw from the levee, I could almost hear the kaleidoscope turning a click. I could almost picture a better version of the Delta growing out of the rich dark earth. But it might have just been the Tall Cotton Gin.

 

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