Many
of us would probably be better fishermen if we did not spend so much
time watching and waiting for the world to become perfect.
(Norman Maclean, “A
River Runs Through It and Other Stories”)
I returned recently from
Montana and Wyoming, where I hiked in Glacier National Park and
Yellowstone, two national treasures I'd not seen before and which
represents the very best in public policy legislation in the United
States ... at least for the majority of Americans I suspect.
But there was something else
besides the state's natural beauty and its wildlife that caught my
attention, as my son and I drove from Bozeman, Montana to Glacier
National Park near the Canadian border. It was both something seen
and something sensed as we traveled toward our destination. It was to
me the Caucasian myth (my words) of the discovery of America writ
large.
We can thank President
Theodore Roosevelt at the turn of the 20th century for the
national park system, but we can also begin with the naturalist John
Muir who, in the 1870s, realized that European-Americans (and
others) would likely slaughter all the wildlife and possibly harm the
region's natural beauty in what is now Yellowstone National Park in
Wyoming if an area was not set aside as a “preserve” for every
Americans to enjoy in perpetuity.
This—make no mistake about
it—is a bone of contention for some Americans, especially among
many folks that live in the western states. Even when John Muir
raised the issue more than 150 years ago about setting aside
wilderness for “public” use (I prefer “Public Trust”), a
number of Americans claimed it was, well, sort of un-American. This
manifested itself two years ago when Bundy and his white terrorist
supporters occupied and trashed the Mahleur Bird Sanctuary in Oregon
because the government had “no right” to own the land.
The state of Montana is
breath taking in its natural landscape and sheer immensity. It is the
4th largest state in terms of square miles. At the same
time, with approximately one million people, it is the 44th
most populous state. (Wyoming is the second most sparsely populated
state). Montana is also the least “black” state in the country.
It is as well the home of
the Blackfeet Indian Reservation, some 1.5 million acres located east
of Glacier National Park. Montana contains a number of Indian
reservations, including the Crow, the Cheyenne, as well as the Little
Big Horn Battlefield where General Armstrong Custer, an example of
military incompetence and arrogance, met his fate.
Bozeman, Montana, a college
town, has a population of some 45,000 people, It is the fourth
largest city in the state, upscale, prosperous, diverse—and it's
“blue,” at least compared to the very, very conservative state
that surrounds it, a not unfamiliar picture in much of what we call
“red state” America, the stereotypical city-rural divide and
growing wider.
It is when you leave a place
like Bozeman that you begin to sense a very different world and
perhaps a different time. It is a land of few people but vast space
along with a great many cattle, Black Angus being a breed that I saw
a lot of. Supposedly there are three head of cattle for every human
in
Montana.
There is also poverty, a lot
of it from what I could tell. Not the 19th century “sod
buster's” house or the lonely log cabin but a small, rusty looking
trailer parked on the side of a hill and perhaps a couple of
“ne'er-do-well” vehicles near by. I suspect opiod addiction has
also struck rural Montana hard. We passed one broken down shed along
the side of the road where on the roof was the word “OPIOD.” On
the other side of the roof, which you could see coming from the
opposite direction, was the word “DO NOT.”
You
see this man? His name is One Stab. He's a venerated elder of the
Cree nation. He's counted coup in hundreds of his enemies. He is our
friend, and he is thirsty.
(Tristen, in the movie
“Legends of the Fall”)
We unmelanated *
Americans have been fortunate, in the sense that the United States
has not been occupied since the war of 1812 and then only briefly. We
have never really been forced to question our essential beliefs, our
history or the myths that have guided us for so long. This has now,
however, in the present day, become a festering sore that won't go
away anytime soon.
The actual Caucasian history
of the United States is a story of European genocide, slavery and
predatory capitalism. Possibly it was destined to implode all along,
at some point. It obviously did not begin with cowboys in Montana,
nor the likes of Richard Spencer, a “white” nationalist and
apologist for neo-nazis, who happens to be from Montana, a state with
perhaps the largest known number of militia groups in the country.
As good a beginning as any
would be Christopher Columbus, the European who had the blessing of
the Spanish court. We learned in grade school that “Columbus sailed
the ocean blue in 1492.” He actually landed in Hispaniola in what
is now Haiti and the Dominican Republic.
Columbus met the Taino
people in Hispaniola and was impressed by their peacefulness and
generosity. But in letters to the king and queen of Spain he remarked
about how easy it would be the make them all slaves. “With fifty
men, we could subjugate them and make them do whatever we want,”
Columbus informed the Spanish court.
Less one think that this
attitude was universal at the time, the Chinese in 1405, almost a
hundred years before, with an immense armada and traveling in ships
far larger than anything the Europeans possessed, began their
exploration that lasted some three decades, spanning areas in Africa,
the Indian ocean and Southeast Asia.
China did not leave behind
the predation, destruction and genocidal intent like the Europeans
did. The question is why? This is a story unto itself, but one well
worth thinking about, especially in this day and age. For a good
beginning read The Patterning Instinct: A Cultural History for
Humanity's Search for Meaning by Jeremy Lent. The rest is
as they say European history and later European-American history.
The earth is the mother
of all people, and all people should have equal rights upon it.
(Chief Joseph, 1879)
The recent Las Vegas
shooting where some 59 people were murdered was horrible and the most
recent mass gun atrocity in the United States. It has been called
the worst mass shooting in American history. It is not by any means,
but it says a great deal about our collective historical amnesia and
historical literacy.
A few examples: In 1864 the
U.S. Cavalry massacred over 500 Cheyenne and Arapaho Indians who were
living on their own land in Colorado. In 1873 at least 150
African-Americans were murdered by white supremacists in Colfax,
Louisiana. In 1890 300 Lakota Indians were murdered by the U.S. 7th
cavalry at Wounded Knee in South Dakota. There are more examples,
including those massacres that occurred in the 20th
century.
The winning of the West, as
I have written about before, is one of the greatest unmelanated fairy
tales we have. The reality is not all about some
goofy“libertarianism,” subduing empty spaces, respecting the
land, the wildlife and, oh yeah, the native folks. It is not about
doing “without government” or the endless tales of “little
house” on the prairie and the survival of all those devout
immigrants arriving from Scandinavia. What is most often left out in
the usual and insipid Chamber of Commerce speeches is the actual
uncensored truth.
Once
more:
I see
in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes
me to tremble for the safety of my country.... Corporations have been
enthroned and an era of corruption in high places will follow....
(President Abraham
Lincoln, 1864)
All eyes turned westward at
the end of the Civil War. Time to get rich, save souls and civilize
the West. Certainly, an especially egregious brand of Christian
evangelism proclaimed that “their book” told then they had
dominion over damn near everything, which included the land, the
wildlife and of course the “savages.”
What was called the Gilded
Age was the beginning of government and corporate collusion on a
massive scale. It was about scratching each others back, getting rich
any way one could and where the ends always justified the means and
where nothing was especially sacred except making more money.
It was an era of
imperialism, white supremacy, racism, and the collapse of promises of
equality after the Civil War. It was about the deliberate removal and
murder of the Indians; it was about the slaughter of wildlife; it
was about the disrespect and destruction of the land. It set the
stage for the twentieth and twenty-first century and where we have
arrived at the present time.
For anyone interested in a
detailed account of the age, Railroaded by the historian
Richard White is excellent. It is full of facts about the part the
railroad played in shaping the West for both good and for bad. It
also discusses the cattle barons and the depth of corruption and
thuggery they wallowed in and how they still have considerable
influence today.
Another excellent book,
perhaps less academic than White's book, is Age
of Betrayal: The Triumph of Money
in America, 1865-1900 by
Jack Beatty. To know and understand America today it's
important to understand the history of the late 19th
century.
Who currently resides in the
White House is for me a national disgrace and represents a seriously
dysfunctional country. The president's cabinet with few exceptions
are a collection of rich mediocrities and political hacks, including
Ryan Zinke the Interior Secretary (now under investigation) and
former congressman from Montana. He is no true friend of national
parks and wildlife. But so much is at stake and so much to protect
and preserve ... text book conservatism I know. Forget your self
pity, depression and disillusionment.
In my ideal world I would
like to see more land in many western states set aside as national
preserves. Sure, I would be happy to have the livestock industry
shrink considerably, both for the sake of the environment and the
animals being killed, domestic and well as those in the wild. For
that matter, I would like to see the Second Amendment amended in
order to reflect the reality of the 21st century, not the
18th. Oh yes, if Montana gets two senators why can't
California get maybe four senators. The difference between 1 million
and 39 million is a lot. Yet, what would be the consequences for a
state like Montana?
No, the above is not going
to happen anytime soon and that is why we have to work with the
reality we currently have for the benefit of all of us—like it or
not.
Sell a
country! Why not sell the air, the great sea, as well as the earth?
(Tecumseh, 1768-1813)
While in Bozeman I bought a
book entitled Conservation Heroes of
the American Heartland: Rancher, Farmer,
Fisherman, by Miriam Horn. It tells the story of five
individuals in different parts of the United States, including a
rancher near Choteau, Montana where Glacier National Park is located,
who have made a commitment to preserve a way of life yet intend to
respect and protect an environment challenged by a twenty-first
century world.
These are stories about
people willing to engage in different points of view, sometimes
radically different. It's about a willingness to listen, to learn
how to preserve as well as how to live in a rapidly changing world
and ultimately have the patience to gather people in small groups to
find common ground. No one is claiming it is remotely easy but it is
the one thing we all must do.
This is the lesson: We can
not wait for some “other” to do it. We can not just “hope” it
will get better. It is not as exciting as waving a banner or shouting
out slogans. It requires that we ourselves become thoroughly informed
or know where to go when we aren't.
Finally, while knowing the
past is critical, dwelling in it will keep us there forever. This is
the lesson. I want my children and my grandchildren to blink several
times when they stare up at the mountain, watch a pack of wolves
saunter across the land or see a grizzly stand up on its hind
legs....
We
reached the old wolf in time to watch a fierce green fire dying in
her eyes. I realized then, and have known ever since, that there was
something new to me in those eyes—something known only to her and
to the mountains.
(Thinking Like a Mountain,
by Aldo Leopold)
*NOTE: The word
“unmelanated” is not mine, I came across it in an essay by
Michael Harriot, a writer for the online magazine The Root. I wish I
could say that I had invented it. Melanin is of course dark brown to
black pigment occurring in the hair, skin and iris.