Tuesday, 10 December 2013

Bullshit, Rednecks and Development

The Allen Family, 2010
Some people call me an environmentalist.  What in the hell is an environmentalist anyway?  Growing up in my family, it was a dirty word to describe priviledged and over-educated people who got their education out of a book instead of the woods.  My upbringing taught me that hard work, hard damn work was the way to make it in life.  I was raised by a farming family in the Kispiox Valley and we made our way as loggers, guide outfitters, rodeo stock contractors and from time to time, we worked in the mining or oil and gas industry running heavy equipment. 

But when we weren’t working the land for food or in the bush for money, we were on the rivers or in the mountains.  My family vacations were spent on pack trips by horse going into the Skeena Mountains or the Atnas.  But of course, we couldn’t take a vacation for a mere vacation, that would have been considered a complete waste of time – we had to get enough moose, caribou, grouse and maybe a black bear to bring home for winter’s meat.  Black bear makes damn good ham, bratwurst and you can render the fat for lard.  We grew up growing or wild harvesting a lot of our own food because we couldn’t afford to buy it. Even though we raised cattle, we couldn’t eat much of it because that was money out of our pockets so we hunted wild game to fill our pantries.  The line between bankruptcy and paying the bills was incredibly thin but we certainly had an incredible life.

Living in the Skeena region has not been the easiest existence, especially in the winter.  Communities are bonded by enduring the cold months together and it’s the time where we get out and get more social to chase away the long darkness.  We dream of the warm summer sun, floats down the river, sitting with family and buddies around a picnic table and eating salmon so fresh that it curls when you cook it. 

Me and my Mom, Joy - 1978
I love this place.  It’s my home.  It’s been my home long before I was born.  More than 100 years with 6 generations in the Kispiox Valley.  We are known as the cowboy farmers…some might say rednecks.  Actually, everyone says rednecks.  My Dad was known for being one helluva boxer and regularly got into fist fights, I don’t know if he ever lost a fight but then again, I don’t know that he would ever tell me if he did.  He taught me how to go fist-a-cuffs and I was pretty good at it.  The fact that I grew into almost a 6-footer and spent the summer tossing hay-bales around for hours and hours everyday might have had something to do with it.  Still, I avoided conflict like the plague.  I despised conflict or disharmony, it made me cringe and still does to this day.  I would always try to walk away, feeling sick in my stomach wanting to run but growing up in the bush, you know that running away only encourages chase and the best way to deal with it, or at least the most instinctual way, was to face up and deal with things because it will only get worse if you don’t.
This is why I have trouble with the word environmentalist.  It’s not really inclusive of people like me or my family.  We aren’t fighting for the environment, we’re fighting for our homes and for our families because we need clean water and wild game.  If we protect habitat for salmon and wild game, we can eat good, clean food.  I can’t believe I said habitat…hell, I even catch myself talking about “ecosystems” these days. 

Working in the oilsands, SWCC logo on helmet
My husband is a rig-welder in the OilSands.  He makes a damn good living over there but he’s gone 16 days then home for 12.  When I first heard about Shell wanting to drill for coalbed methane in the headwaters, I thought it was a great idea.  Can you imagine how much money we could make?  Shell is no small potato, with a big company like them comes big money and I wanted a piece of it.  The history of my evolution into becoming an enemy to Shell’s proposal is a long one but the gist of it is that the more I learned about the development, the more my hackles went up.  I couldn’t believe what they were proposing and moreover, I couldn’t believe they were trying to tell us that it would all be okay. 

I did the only thing I knew how to do, I sat in people’s kitchens and drank coffee with them and asked them for help in figuring out how we deal with these sons-a-bitches who were coming into our watershed telling us that they were pushing forward with a development that we didn’t want and couldn’t stop.  I wasn’t branded an environmentalist, I was Gene Allen’s daughter so there was no worries about being a NIMBY or a CAVE’r.  Everyone around here knows that if anyone is going to get on the development band wagon, it would be my family.

My folks, Gene & Joy Allen
I went to my peer group, the rod and gun clubs, fishermen, the old farmers, the guide outfitters, hunters and trappers.  These were simply the people I was comfortable talking to because they were people I could relate to.  It wasn’t long before some people told us about the Tahltan and that I should head up there to meet some of them because they had blockaded some of these big developments.   The Tahltan had long been supporters of development with most of BC's major mining projects being proposed on their territory, so I was curious as to why they had changed their tune?

The Tahltan were no strangers to my family, my Dad had horse traded for decades with some of the Tahltan guide outfitters.  He would take his champion stud named Simon (after Simon Gunnanoot, the famous Gitxsan outlaw) to breed the mares in Tahltan country and in 3 years, he would take half the foals back as broncs while the other half became mountain horses.  Simon bred amazing broncs, some of the best in the world, he also had the perfect genetics for mountain horses with big, wide feet, strong backs and a quiet demeanor about them for packing hunters and gear. 

I remember making the trip to Telegraph Creek every spring with a horse trailer full of 10 horses, 1 was Simon and the other 9 were Simon foals that just didn’t buck.  That was the thing about Simon foals, all of them were quiet and loved to snuggle, but some of them genetically loved to buck while the others wouldn’t buck, ever.  The ones who wouldn’t buck became great horses for kids or to work in the mountains.  We’d get into Telegraph, give the horses a days rest and protein-rich grain before turning them out into the hills.  Fletcher Day, a Tahltan Chief and guide-outfitter would send his Tahltan wranglers out to gather his horses and off they would go with some halters and a bucket of oats.  1-3 days later they would return with all the horses that had been turned out for the winter.  I don’t know what those wranglers ate or where they slept while they were out there but they came back looking as fresh as when they left.  They would gather in the round-pen and everyone from the community would come out to watch Tahltan cowboys get on the 3-year old foals to see which ones would make their living on the rodeo circuit and which ones in the mountains.  All the while, Simon was having a great time with the mares.

I didn’t enter into the Sacred Headwaters campaign as an enviro or a campaigner, I came into as a concerned citizen, a cowgirl, a hunting guide and just talked about plain old common sense.  People described it as a David and Goliath story but it never resonated with me because our region is where the power lies…not industry.  If anything, we would be the Goliath.  When we unite, we’re unstoppable.  We’ve seen it time and time again.  Industry has to come in here and try to convince us that their project is worth it, that they are good, corporate citizens.  They have to spend millions to figure everything out, to “consult” and try to earn social license.  Some companies have realized that you can’t buy social license in the north, you really do have to earn it.  Those are the companies I want to work with.

We don’t have millions, we don’t have slick PR budgets and executive types to woo government, we simply have our truth, our stories and our relationships with each other and to the land – those are assets I’d much rather have than vast amounts money any day.  These companies have to counter our truth with all that money and history has shown that it just isn’t enough – if they come to our watershed, our communities and they don’t tell the truth or genuinely have our best interests at heart – they will lose.  We have a culture of uniting against bad ideas, government knows it and they refer to us as the “Republic of the Skeena” with Kitimat included.  That makes me feel pretty damn good and has given so many others hope.  Hope that they can stand up to ill-advised development and the big corporations behind them.

"We simply have opposing world views," was a comment made by one corporate executive.  Well let me give you an education sir, you don't live here, you don't depend on the return of the salmon each and every year and you don't drink the water.  When PR teams come to our communities I wonder if they recognize that the First Nations territory they're proposing their development is the only territory that Nation has?  If you're Gitxsan and someone destroys your traditional territory, you don't get to pull up stakes and move.  You don't get another traditional territory, you have only the territory that has been passed down to you from countless generations that you are borrowing from the generations yet to come.  We are left with the consequences of our own decisions and those of industry and government whether they are positive or negative and as such, we should be the decision makers.

The thing about being a northerner (something us settler types learned from the First Nations), if the shopping sucks, or we don't like our kid's school, our jobs or the weather,  we don't move - we work our asses off to make our community better.  We have to because no one else will.  Opposing world views?  This place IS my whole world.  It's the centre of my universe.  It's my home.  It's where I was born, where my father was born and where my grandmother & great-grandparents were born and buried.  It's where I will be buried and my grandkids and their grandkids will continue on. 

No amount of money can counter the truth, it can’t counter our commitment to our home and to our future generations, it can’t counter our real connections to this place and to our neighbours.  We are the people who live here and as such, we have a say in what happens here.  We have a big say!

Citizen action groups have erupted in northwestern BC written off as enviro’s and First Nations so people can put us in a little box labeled “dope-sucking, tree-hugging freakshows” or "money-grubbing indians with a price tag." I’m certainly not denying there are a few that fit that description but the vast majority are citizens standing up for their home, their family, their culture and their economy.  We’ve got a lot of work to do and if there’s anyone that can get it done – it’s the citizens and First Nations of the Skeena watershed.  I’m not trying to blow sunshine up anyone’s ass or give a false sense of hope, I simply know that we are winning.

The thing that lies between the bullshit future being pushed for LNG/Enbridge and an economy and environment that actually works, is us.  By ‘us’ I mean the folks who make this watershed their home. We are the people we need to turn to, we tend to look around for someone to save us but we are it…and I thank the powers that be that it’s us. Who better?  But that also means we gotta get our ass in gear.

Wild Skeena salmon contribute $110 million to our economy every year.  Guide outfitting contributes another $28 million.  For a watershed of 50,000 people, that’s an awful lot of money.  Every 7 years it’s $1 billion just for keeping our watershed healthy.  That doesn't hardly consider the sustenance or cultural value of these things.

I get pretty grouchy when someone tries to say that we can’t be against everything because we are not.  There is over $10 billion dollars of development happening in NW BC right now, that doesn’t include Enbridge or a single LNG project.  People have been shipped in from the USA, South Africa, Alberta, etc. to work the jobs that are in our watershed, it’s happening right now.  We are already overwhelmed with development, hundreds of mining referrals, railway expansions, power projects, etc. then you add LNG and it becomes something out of a science fiction movie.  We are a resource extraction region, it’s what we do and we’re good at it.  Not one, single “enviro” group or First Nation is saying we need to stop all of it, they are ALL saying that we just need to stop the goddamn ridiculous proposals that give us more to lose than gain, that trade our wild-salmon economy for bigger corporate profits in some bank account with a mailing address in another country.   We are reasonable folks who want reasonable solutions and it’s up to us to help build those solutions.

That’s where my head is at these days. I want solutions.  I want to help figure out economic developments that will help us more than hinder us, build infrastructure that gives us employment and energy and does so without messing with our clean air, wild salmon or water.  The more we look into this, the more we discover that there are alternatives – good ones.  Ones we can implement right now.  Machines that convert plastic into oil from plastic we can mine from our own landfills.  Wood to gas electricity systems using sawdust from lumber mills, wind power, solar heat and power, and the list goes on and on.  The more we research, the more solutions we find.  If we had a tiny fraction of the PR budget being spent promoting LNG, we could be completely self-sufficient and even export power as additional income.  The solutions exist.

LNG is Natural Gas that has been frozen to -160 Celsius to turn it from a gas to a liquid.  The name “natural gas” is another slick PR deal.  Because it’s called “natural” gas, it invokes a vision of some kind of organic product naturally emitted from the Earth that we capture and use for clean, green energy.  I call bullshit. 

The Enbridge pipeline will never be built, of that I have no doubt. It doesn’t mean there isn’t a lot of work yet to be done, it simply means that we have a big, bright light at the end of the tunnel. LNG is far worse than Enbridge in my opinion and we’ve got a government who has put the blinders on to try and bulldoze it all right through.  Proposing terminals as big as oilsands infrastructure in our Skeena estuary where our wild salmon and steelhead go.  Air quality assessments conclude these terminals will more than double the pollution in BC and result in acid rain.  The gas supply will be obtained by drastically increasing fracking all over the Province when more and more countries are banning that practice daily.  They’re changing our entire economic structure to be based on LNG and we don’t have a single buyer for our product.  Even if we did, there are some pretty knowledgeable folks who say we don’t have the gas supply to keep the industry going long enough to pay back the investment.  The problem I have with learning and educating about LNG is that there is so much wrong with this industry that it makes it confusing.  It’s so hard to keep track of all the government promises versus the contrasting reality. 

The BC government is trying to get support by motivating people with fear, telling us how LNG will save us from the impending economic peril. They tell us that it will keep schools and hospitals open, that infrastructure will be maintained and the story goes on and on.  Meanwhile, schools are being closed, hospitals are slammed and underfunded, ferry routes are being canceled and foreign workforces are still being shipped in. 

Bottom line, it’s all bullshit and no matter how much perfume or potpourri you put on it, it’s still shit.  Being a farmer, I’ve shoveled my fair share of bullshit and in the end, if we put it in its proper place, it can fertilize our gardens. 

Time to get your shovel.

Wednesday, 24 April 2013

Fortune Minerals in UnFortunate Location

What is the Arctos Anthracite project being proposed by Fortune Minerals?

Let’s go back to 2005. 

Caribou standing in what will become the open pit for the 
Arctos Anthracite coalmine proposed by Fortune Minerals
Eskay Creek mine was winding down and Galore Creek was planning the next big mine but there was little certainty that anything would go through. The safe assumption would be that communities would jump at the chance for jobs in the mining sector on an emerging project like Fortune Minerals. 

3 commonly known rules in building a successful business: Location, location, location...which automatically makes me think the company should be called unFortunate Minerals.

Grizzly Bears on Mt. Klappan
Fortune's open-pit coal mine they call Arctos Anthracite, proposed for Mt. Klappan, rises above the iconic valleys of the legendary Spatsizi Wilderness Plateau in the heart of the Sacred Headwaters. Generations old Tahltan hunting camps dot the caribou rich flanks and the headwaters of the Nass, Skeena and Stikine are visible from the summit. 

Moose of Mt. Klappan
Fortune Minerals pushed hard even though community members turned down their jobs and blockaded the company.  The very first Sacred Headwaters Gathering was held at Beauty Camp, the camp that the Quock family has used for generations and known to Fortune as their rock pit site.  

Like a bully in the playground, Fortune had 15 community members arrested, including 13 elders from Iskut. These arrests rattled the community and broke the hearts of the grandchildren who stood helpless as their grandparents were dragged  away in handcuffs. This sparked an international campaign to protect the area from large-scale industrial development. 

Tahltan Grandmother, Jenny Quock getting
arrested for protesting Fortune Minerals
It was Fortune’s arrests that uncovered Shell’s plans to drill for coalbed methane.  The Tahltan Nation collaborated with downstream residents to oppose Shell’s ill-conceived idea while Fortune waited quietly in the background. Municipal Governments and First Nations from all three watersheds supported a unified campaign to protect the Headwaters. It didn't make sense to transform the source of our wild salmon rivers into an industrial wasteland.

In 2008, the province responded with a 4-year moratorium on coalbed methane in the headwaters.
In December 2012, Shell voluntarily withdrew its plans and the BC Government permanently banned all future oil and gas activities citing, “The Klappan is an area that has been identified by the Tahltan Nation as having significant cultural, spiritual, and social values. It is also an area of vital salmon- bearing waterways such as the Stikine, Nass, and Skeena rivers, and as such has importance for all British Columbians who rely on those rivers.” 

Just as Shell’s plans headed to the shredder and the BC government commits to a planning process with the Tahltan for the headwaters, Fortune Minerals rides in on its black horse kicking up dust in everyone's eyes. The Tahltan and communities didn’t fight for 10 years to protect the headwaters so Fortune could proceed with an open-pit coalmine right in the heart of it. 

The only thing standing in the way of permanent protection is Fortune Minerals.

Let’s have Fortune admit the truth, their mineral claims are in an unfortunate location. Their plan to re-construct the 60 year-old crumbling railway from Fort St James to Dease Lake and run 24,000 tonnes of coal every 3 days for 25 years is an irrevocable blow to the Klappan and upper Skeena river. That’s 100km of railway right beside our pristine Skeena as it flows from the Sacred Headwaters. A 1977 BC Royal Commission into the condition of this abandoned railgrade regarded it, “...as one of the most serious unresolved environmental problems in British Columbia”. Those problems continue to this day and Fortune’s proposed reconstruction of the railway for an industrial corridor would drastically increase the likelihood that other companies will jump on the train and pursue lesser known coal tenures scattered along the Skeena and its headwater tributaries. Our wild salmon and steelhead swimming through it all. 

The mining sector has a whole lot going for it along Highway 37- Mining, exploration, hydro projects, transmission lines, etc. all moving forward. What we need in the Sacred Headwaters are healthy rivers, 
wild salmon and areas of cultural identity that we can share with our children. Will Fortune Minerals continue to waste tax-payer time and money on this bad idea when we all know it will never happen? 

Friday, 15 February 2013

Random Acts of Howardness

In Honour of Jim Howard and his family.

The northwest is a pretty dynamic community made up of all types of folks.  We’ve got something for everyone and everyone seems to fit in…for the most part.  But we’ve got a little something extra, a secret weapon if you will and while everyone knows this weapon, they don’t fully understand its power until they are standing right smack in the middle of all it’s glory, getting showered with an immeasurable energy.

This energy gives you hope and inspiration, it ignites your faith in humanity, it helps you understand that there is a higher purpose for all of us and demonstrates first hand that anything is possible.

I’m talking about inner Howardness.  What does it mean to be a Howard?  How does one achieve Howardness?  It’s futile to ask a Howard as their Howardness is something that comes from within them, it’s simply their natural course of action, it comes with such ease that to conjure it they only have to think it.  For the rest of us, to do a Howardful act takes careful thought and consideration and you will likely fail many times before achieving true inner Howardness. 

I count myself extremely lucky to know several Howards and have studied their methods thoroughly for a number of years in hopes that I will one day bring Howardness to the rest of the world.  How does one identify a Howardly act?  Here are a few simple indicators:
1.)   Is it selfless?
2.)   Does it involve a serious commitment of time?
3.)   Would you refuse or not require money to do it despite the fact that it likely cost you money?
4.)   Does it make people feel good?
5.)   Does it make people question your intentions simply because it’s so amazing that it’s hard to believe it’s real?
6.)   Does it attract media attention even though you’ve tried to thwart it?
7.)   Does it create a better community?
8.)   Does it teach important lessons?
9.)   Does it inspire others to do things of a similar nature?

Some specific examples of random acts of Howardness include:
·      Pie Day – Bake dozens of pies and hand our free slices every other year on main street in Smithers.  For no other reason than to do something fun and selfless for the community you call home.
·      Swim the Skeena – Dedicate 2 years of your life (and risking it) to training, educating, swimming, touring and speaking about the watershed while uniting and inspiring communities along the way.  Have a beautiful film created that airs on major television networks and gets translated into Japanese.
·      Teach kids to Ski – take a bunch of youth who can’t afford or just simply don’t have the opportunity to go skiing and pay for them to do it out of your own pocket simply because you think it’s a good idea.  You will do this weekly all winter but it’s not just the skiing part, you pick them up, drop them off and be their chaperone.
·      Be Beautiful – while others look upon you and wonder how it’s possible to be so handsome or beautiful, you teach them that it’s possible to be beautiful on the outside AND the inside all at the same time.
·      Be present – you will always find a Howard at community functions, waving a banner or supporting something worthwhile regardless of how many things they have taking up all their time.  You will also find them immediately at your side at the drop of hat should you ever need emotional, financial, political or physical support.
·      Do things well – If you’re going to do something, you might as well put your entire heart into it, there’s no use doing something half-assed. 
·      Be Thoughtful – Remember things that people say or feel so that when the time comes, you remember those things and shock those people with how special you’ve made them feel by remembering random things like their favourite food (and you make it for them), their favourite movie or music, etc.

I am grateful to live in a community that has not 1 but 3 Howards.  Every community needs a Howard or someone who has achieved Howardness. Just how is it that we’re so lucky here in the north? 

Some people leave this world and leave their mark…when a Howard leaves this world – they leave a legacy.