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Politics leaves its boot-print on almost every aspect of our lives. From our
schools to health care, jobs and the environment, it seems we can never win
when up against the powers that be. Casting our votes for the evil of two
lessers, as dutifully citizens do every election cycle, surely leaves us
with a lesser by the end of the day. So you would think "hope" should be
brushed to the waste side as naïve optimism, clamored to by only the most
stubborn of idealists.
If this is how you feel, you have yet to pick up the latest book by
environmental writer Jeffrey St. Clair, Been Brown So Long it Looked Like
Green to Me: The Politics of Nature, where St. Clair masterfully shatters
the myth that all hope should be abandoned. Perhaps the most clairvoyant
writer of our times, St. Clair understands the environmentalist plight like
no other living writer. He recognizes that neither major political body in
the US sides with those that seek to protect our diminishing natural
landscapes. He dutifully dissects the "Big Green" cabal, which claims to be
the voice of nature, but instead drools at the feet of their foundation
backers in order to guard their six figure salaries.
However, despite his telling insights, St. Clair still has faith in a more
just relationship between Earth and its human inhabitants.
Arriving at such synergy is no easy task. St. Clair exposes the effects
compromise has unleashed on the environment, undermining grassroots'
accomplishments along the way. He brilliantly explains the failures of South
Dakota democrat Tom Daschle, where the senator slipped crass language into a
bill in the summer of 2002 that allowed logging on First American's holy
land in the Black Hills.
Daschle's legal jargon, backed by the Sierra Club and other Big Green
traitors, permitted this injustice to persist without having to abide by
environmental restraints or lawsuits.
Due to such continuous failures, St. Clair despises institutional
environmentalism. He has witnessed far too many concessions like the Sierra
Club's in South Dakota and contends that such organizations allocate more
time raising money than working to save our natural resources. Executive
directors for these green giants, St. Clair points out, are hired more for
their fundraising capabilities than their passion for nature. A sort of
twisted oxymoron, as being "green" no longer means what it once did.
Unsparing in his critiques, St. Clair blasts Bill Clinton for backing out of
the Kyoto Agreement in 1998. "There's no debate that the Earth's climate is
warming dangerously and inexorably. No scientist whose pockets are bulging
with corporate cash disputes the cause: burning of fossil fuels," charges
St. Clair. He also tears into George W. Bush for his "Healthy Forests
Initiative" where as St. Clair puts it, "In the name of fire prevention,
Bush wants to allow the timber industry to log off more than 2.5 million
acres of federal forest . it's nothing more than a giveaway to big timber
that comes at a high price to the taxpayer and the forest ecosystems."
St. Clair in his prescient style portrays the criminal acts of Enron before
the titan's misconduct graced the front pages of US newspapers. He also
foretells of the practices behind the spread of the Mad Cow disease, where
he depicts the grotesque slaughterhouse practices in Pasco Washington.
"According to workers meat at the plant is routinely contaminated with
cattle feces because workers on the processing line are not given enough
time to wash their hands," St. Clair writes, "meat falls to the floor, which
is often littered with meat byproducts and entrails."
This book is an adventure into the making of the "New West." And St. Clair
understands its makeup better than anybody writing in contemporary
literature today. His influences range from the writings of Henry David
Thoreau to the late Edward Abbey. But Jeffrey St. Clair's style is all his
own. He may certainly be the Seymour Hersh of environmental journalism, but
unlike Hersh, his due has yet to come. Perhaps St. Clair is too ahead of his
time. May we will all catch up soon.
Indeed, St. Clair believes there is still time left.
This book is a landmark for its untold stories of battles that are fought
below the radar of the mainstream press. However, St. Clair is on the
frontlines reporting the hard to swallow truths about our existence. For
this bravery, he should be congratulated.
"There's a war going on just outside your window," exclaims St. Clair, and
this remarkable collection of essays will encourage you to do more than sit
and watch it play out on the nightly news; because "hope" relies on our
willingness to participate directly.
"Remember: the map is not the territory," St. Clair writes. "So burn the
maps and get lost in the territory, while you've still got a chance."
Josh Frank is the author of the forthcoming book, Nothing Left: How Liberals
Helped Bush, to be published in December by Common Courage Press.