Today, the abundant groves that once surrounded the tower are gone, victims of citrus greening disease, an insect-borne bacterium that was first detected in Florida in 2005 and has since wiped out three quarters of the state’s orange trees. But inside the tower, rows of evergreens still reach skyward on black-and-white reels that play on a loop. After pausing in the lobby to admire the bygone groves, I paid $11 to ride an elevator to the top of the building, where I stood on a glass-enclosed observation deck and surveyed the housing subdivisions that have cropped up all around, their names recalling the state’s colonial history and the citrus orchards that grew from seeds brought by the first conquistadors: The Colony, Plantation Acres, Hacienda Estates. There wasn’t an orange tree in sight.
On my way out, I stopped at the lobby gift shop to buy a bottle of Uncle Matt’s Orange Juice. Billing itself as the largest purveyor of organic juice in the country, Uncle Matt’s is a Clermont-based company that traffics in its down-home image. But while the company maintains a corporate headquarters a five-minute drive from the Citrus Tower, it began sourcing some of its oranges from Mexico in 2015. In fact, nearly all of Florida’s formerly locally sourced labels now rely on imports. This trend accelerated in 2017 after Hurricane Irma devastated every citrus-producing county in Florida. That year, the Sunshine State eked out 53.7 million boxes of oranges and imported 63.95 million, of which 46% came from Brazil and 44% from Mexico. Last season, Florida growers produced 16 million boxes, the fewest since the Great Depression. This has opened the door for what’s left of the Florida orange industry to become the province of multinational corporations. Unable to withstand the dual afflictions of rampant citrus greening and increasingly intense hurricanes, most of the state’s growers have sold to large juice brands like Tropicana and Minute Maid (owned by a French private-equity behemoth and Coca-Cola, respectively), while companies like Cutrale, the American subsidiary of Brazilian citrus giant Sucocitrico Cutrale, have bought up processing plants and storage facilities.
Israeli companies, in particular, have carved out a high-tech niche in the globalized Florida citrus industry. One notable example is the Haifa-based flavor and ingredients giant Frutarom, known for developing new methods of distilling citrus oils into flavor packets. Just a few years after Frutarom started buying up citrus oil extraction enterprises on the Ridge in 2014, it was purchased by the New York–based International Flavors and Fragrances, becoming the second-largest company traded on the Tel Aviv Stock Exchange. Other Israeli agricultural technology, or ag tech, companies have generated excitement in Florida by claiming that they may have discovered a cure for citrus greening. During a 2019 trip to Israel, then–Florida Commissioner of Agriculture Nikki Fried told The Tallahassee Democrat that she believed these innovations could be the key to saving the state’s trademark industry. “We would be fools not to be here and bring that technology back to the United States,” she said. These declarations built on a years-long collaboration between the Israeli and Floridian tech sectors. Florida has become the US’s “epicenter for Israeli-based start-ups,” according to one Nasdaq article, providing a home base for dozens of companies in sectors from cybersecurity to medical technology. Florida’s citrus industry may be struggling, but ag tech—some of it citrus-focused—looks like a growth area thanks to, per Nasdaq, “the cross-pollination of ideas and practices between Israeli entrepreneurs and Floridian businesses.”
This budding partnership is a natural extension of the parallel histories of Israeli and Florida citrus. In both places, generations of settler colonists have valued oranges not only as a source of wealth, but also as a treasured part of their mythology. Early Zionist settlers in Palestine saw their agricultural output in morally and socially redemptive terms; their famous promise to “make the desert bloom” positioned cultivation as a route toward seizing the land, and oranges, in particular, became a narrative device to scaffold claims of rightful occupancy. In Florida, where oranges were likely introduced by Spanish colonizers in the 16th century, they came to represent the idea that the terrain was a potential paradise that only Europeans could bring to fruition.
As far-right political projects have consolidated power in both Israel and Florida—with Governor Ron DeSantis’s administration openly working to push leftists, immigrants, LGBTQ people, and other minority groups out of Florida’s social body, and Israel currently perpetrating a genocide in Gaza, seeking to complete the ethnic cleansing of Palestinians that it embarked on more than a century ago—shared politics have become the basis for an agricultural alliance. This fact was on display at the Citrus Tower, which was purchased last September by Ralph Messer, a notorious Christian Zionist (best known for appearing in a viral YouTube video in which he wrapped scandal-ridden Georgia megachurch bishop Eddie Long in a Torah scroll). Finishing my juice in the lobby, I scrolled through the site’s Instagram and quickly came upon a “Stand with Israel” post from October, laid over a photograph of the tower lit up in blue and white. I then made my way over to the gift shop, where I was met with a screen broadcasting The Hope—a docudrama produced by the Christian Broadcasting Network that celebrates the founding of the State of Israel—above shelves of orange-themed kitsch. Everywhere I turned, I saw romantic depictions of a time when citrus was king in Florida punctuated with Zionist iconography.
But the brand of nostalgia for sale at the tower seems less and less to the public’s taste. On the day I visited, I saw only four tourists; the site now attracts fewer than 18,000 people annually. Instead, the tower’s genre of gauzy mythmaking seems to be giving way to the more overt symbolic register of Israel and Florida’s joint techno-optimist fantasies, encapsulated by the various “precision agriculture” experiments and citrus research and development projects underway only miles from where I stood that day. These old and new lexicons share an underlying grammar, which strengthens the capacity of settlers to lay claim to a place and, in the process, remake the very land beneath their feet. At the same time, the shift signals that the orange is once again being pressed into service, summoned to lend its glow and sweetness to projects of violence and supremacy.