Mr. President, I would like to speak briefly and simply about a serious national condition . . .
It is high time we stopped thinking politically as Republicans and Democrats about elections and started thinking patriotically as Americans about national security based on individual freedom.
It is high time that we all stopped being tools and victims of totalitarian techniques—techniques that, if continued here unchecked, will surely end what we have come to cherish as the American way of life.
Those of us who shout the loudest about Americanism in making character assassinations are all too frequently those who, by our own words and acts, ignore some of the basic principles of Americanism-
The right to criticize.
The right to hold unpopular beliefs.
The right to protest.
The right of independent thought.
The exercise of these rights should not cost one single American citizen his reputation or his right to a livelihood nor should he be in danger of losing his reputation or livelihood merely because he happens to know someone who holds unpopular beliefs. Who of us does not? Otherwise none of us could call our souls our own. Otherwise thought control would have set in.
I condemn a Republican Fascist just as much as I condemn a Democrat Communist.
I condemn a Democrat Fascist just as much as I condemn a Republican Communist.
They are equally dangerous to you and me and to our country.
Margaret Chase Smith, U.S.Senator, “Declaration of Conscience” U.S. Senate on 1 June 1, 1950
Saint Francis of Assisi (c. 1182 – October 3 1226)
Morning breakfast and talk preparation at Cure, right around the corner from where I was staying
I put my feet firm on the earth and with clarity and determination sung my voice and spoke from my heart
“Ten Percent Tithe” the two matrix print on circa 1960 Missoula County Plat Book pages that I distributed to conference attendees
Conference closing dinner. A wonderful gathering of map makers, friends and maps.
The looming presence of power and violence; Wisconsin 64
I was not impressed, I was disturbed. . . the largest Navy base in the world
My poster-map contribution to the conference; “Put Earth First” and “Because Loving Her, Tithe”
A visit to the local Art Museum; Felipe Jesus Consalvos’s “The American System”
A visit to the local Art Museum; South African Ubuhle Women ”Beading From The Soul”
First stop above the “M” before crossing the face of Mount Sentinel to the Pengelly Ridge climb.
Dancing on the hills, this morning a 12+ mile 2,100’ climb up Pengelly Ridge to Mount Sentinel and then down a very icy snow packed covered Smokejumper trail to the river corridor and back. What a joy, a deLight, breathing hard, legs tired, softly touching earth I wore the Sokra/moccasin shoes.
Pausing on the climb up the ridge to Mount Sentinel.
The 1200’ ascent up the exposed Pengelly Ridge is the most challenging for me. I have to walk sections of the climb. I was reminded that today is Earth Day and that 48 years ago while a student at Oberlin College I invited Gary Snyder to speak for the first Earth Day, introducing him before I set off for Canada later that year. Those years we had such hope and held such vision for a “future to be possible.” A future not bleak or dark like the oil-gas-coporate dominated agenda today. . .but one where the #EarthToo is held in high regard, in reverence and in respect.
The climb up Pengelly Ridge.
On the way I pass a startled deer, chickadees, buttercups and later on icy snow in the shadows. After the climb up the ridge and before you get to Mount Sentinel (which is actually lower that the ridge top) you pass through a quiet forest grove. I go slow here and listen to the pines and grasses and wind. . . and Gary Snyders poem dances past in the shadows.
One granite ridge
A tree, would be enough
Or even a rock, a small creek,
A bark shred in a pool.
Hill beyond hill, folded and twisted
Tough trees crammed
In thin stone fractures
A huge moon on it all, is too much.
The mind wanders. A million
Summers, night air still and the rocks
Warm. Sky over endless mountains.
All the junk that goes with being human
Drops away, hard rock wavers
Even the heavy present seems to fail
This bubble of a heart.
Words and books
Like a small creek off a high ledge
Gone in the dry air.
A clear, attentive mind
Has no meaning but that
Which sees is truly seen.
No one loves rock, yet we are here.
Night chills. A flick
In the moonlight
Slips into Juniper shadow:
Back there unseen
Cold proud eyes
Of Cougar or Coyote
Watch me rise and go.
©Gary Snyder, "Piute Creek" from Riprap and Cold Mountain Poems.
Mount Sentinel above the Missoula Valley and just above the lake shores of Glacial Lake Missoua.
“On the way to Auschwitz the road’s pathway led straight through the heart of the Indies and of North and South America.”
David E. Stannard | American Holocaust: The Conquest of the New World
The bulletin board in the alleyway at toMake™
On the Press: Letterpress Poster/Broadside :: A Message for the Human Tribe :: #EarthToo
‘OH, MY POLITICAL POSTS ARE ANNOYING YOU? Sorry, I assumed the future of THE EARTH was worth discussing.’
The Magna Carta Of American Environmental Law Is Under Siege . . . “Citizens need to stop being passive. They need to put pressure on their elected officials, letting them know they are aware that selfish interests and greedy gluttons are pushing an agenda that is not in their best interests or that of their children’s best interests and they are not going to stand for it anymore. What does America desperately need? There needs to be a #MeToo movement started for the environment.” —Michael V. Finley
The Bulletin board in the alleyway at toMake™ :: end of February