Bill McKibben writes:
The news that the US federal
government has refused
to issue the permit needed to run a pipeline under the Missouri river means
many things – including that indigenous activists have won a smashing victory,
one that shows what nonviolent unity can accomplish.
From the start, this has been an
against-the-odds battle.
Energy Transfer Partners, the company building the
pipeline, is as wired as they come: its line of credit links it to virtually
every bank you’ve ever heard of.
And operating under a “fast-track” permit
process, it had managed to win most of its approvals and lay most of its pipe
before opponents managed to mount an effective resistance.
But that opposition finally did
arise, and it centered on the last place the pipeline would have to cross: the
confluence of the Missouri and the Cannonball rivers.
It wasn’t standard-issue
environmental lobbying, nor standard-issue protest, though there was certainly
some of both (lawyers took the company to court, activists shut down bank
branches).
At its heart, however, in the great camp that grew up along the
rivers, this was a largely spiritual resistance.
David
Archambault, the head of the Standing Rock Sioux who demonstrated
great character and dexterity for months, kept insisting that the camp was a
place of prayer, and you couldn’t wander its paths without running into drum
circles and sacred fires.
As a result, overlapping epochs
of sad American history were on display.
When Native American protesters sat
down in front of bulldozers to try and protect ancestral graves, they were met
with attack dogs – the pictures looked like Birmingham, Alabama, circa 1963.
But it went back further than that: the encampment, with its teepees and
woodsmoke hovering in the valley, looked like something out of an 1840s
painting.
With the exception that this was not just one tribe: this was pretty
much all of Native North America.
The flags of more than 200 Indian nations
lined the rough dirt entrance road.
Other Americans, drawn in part by a sense
of shame at this part of our heritage, flooded in to help – when the
announcement came today, there were thousands of military veterans on hand.
Indigenous organizers are some of
the finest organizers around the globe – they’ve been key to everything from
the Keystone fight to battling plans for the world’s largest coal mine in
Australia.
If we manage to slow down the fossil fuel juggernaut before it boils
the planet, groups like the Indigenous Environmental Network and Honor the Earth will deserve a great share of the
credit.
Right now, for instance, Canada’s First Nations are preparing for
“Standing Rock North” along the route of two contested pipelines out of
Canada’s tarsands.
But in the Dakotas it’s been particularly special: they’ve
managed to build not just resistance to a project, but a remarkable new and
unified force that will, I think, persist.
Persist, perhaps, even in the face
of the new Trump administration.
Trump, of course, can try and figure out a way to approve
the pipeline right away, though the Obama administration has done its best to
make that difficult.
That’s why, instead of an outright denial, they simply
refused to grant the permit, thus allowing for the start of the environmental
impact statement process.
But if Trump decides to do that, he’s up against
people who have captured the imagination of the country.
Simply spitting on
them to aid his friends in the oil industry would clarify a lot about him from
the start, which is one reason he may hesitate.
In any event, though, time is
measured somewhat differently in the dispute between this continent’s original
inhabitants and the late-coming rest of us.
For five hundred years, half a
millennium, the same grim story has repeated itself over and over again.
Today’s
news is a break in that long-running story, a new chapter.
It won’t set this
relationship on an entirely new course – change never comes that easily.
But it
won’t ever be forgotten, and it will influence events for centuries to come.
Standing Rock, like Little Big Horn or Wounded Knee, or for that matter
Lexington Green and Concord Bridge, now belongs to our history.
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