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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.
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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.
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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.
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My folks, Gene & Joy Allen |
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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.