TO PRECIOUS FRIENDS OF THE UINTAS
Arise, you little glancing wings
We thank you deeply for your kind support and wild voices. We are humbled by both and find hope through your kindness! And allow us, this one time, to be general in thought. Issue after issue, The LYNX is full of our stories and concerns. We know most HUPC members and supporters are fully versed and read in so many crucial concerns and ecological issues.
We so wish we could report that this simple High Uintas Preservation Council vision was finally achieved:
“Imagine a mountain defined by the creation of life, not the production of resources.”
Not yet… and, by some accounts, we are moving backward, in spite of our wild voices and a promise the arrow of time only seems to move into the future!
We know nobody wants to hear bad news and, in fact, the models and theory of spin and language suggest we only tell our story within the framework of hope and success. The former runs the risk of losing support and the latter is less than truthful. It is nonetheless likely true that, of all the organizations you support and help, the High Uintas Preservation Council can least afford loss of your support!
So we enter this discussion with trepidation because we truly need your wild voice; more to the point; the wild High Uintas need your clear and distinct voice. We say this, and do mean it, all of the time.
We are concerned, deeply concerned, that we hear from so many folks that the task in front of us, whether it be the Uintas or any other issue, global or local, is so great, the present and future so hazy and anger-ridden, and the problems so deep and looming that it isn’t worth the effort.
We hear from so many folks that there are so many causes that are so looming that it is hard to focus.
We have no answers to these observations. They are probably all true. But, out of all of this rubble, small, sometimes even meaningful direction is found. Often times it is the information alone, even though it may be gloomy, that is hopeful because it melds disquiet and instability. Democracy is always at its best with such disquiet and instability.
So it is really no surprise that at least in this country conservation issues are blurred because our democracy is so fuzzy. Nobody is arguing about the best conservation policies—we are either being told or telling and have fallen prey to the idea that democracy is 1) the right and obligation to vote at the voting booth, and 2) to be found in the so-called free-market. But that is no more democracy than the moon is the sun. And, contrary to some, democracy is NOT the World Wide Web. Everybody loves a good blog, I guess, because it gives one a chance to tell, yell and be told with all of the rancor that one can muster.
Democracy must mean participation, argument, engagement. This is not easy these days because there are those who would rather TELL us than use argument, participation and engagement in decision making. This is a real threat and is very troubling. And, like the proverbial violet, we are shrinking.
More and more we aren’t able to argue and engage with the Forest Service on policy making. They have adopted, with seeming glee among many top of the line-officers, decision making models that intentionally and transparently minimize and exclude our participation, argument and engagement. They say, Oh, you can voice your concerns (meaning squawk all you like), but we must get this timber sale done, or this grazing allotment done, or this ATV trail constructed because that is our new policy. So there!
Simply put, we need to Ring Them Bells (Bob Dylan.) And it may be that ringing them bells will be nothing more than jingling…at least for a while, as the song so aptly notes:
And the world's on its side
The very reason we are so thankful for your wild voice and support and so urgently ask you to engage, participate and argue is also found in the same song:
Ring them bells, St. Catherine