Wood and Questions

Walking composition

“If we want to understand the origins of violent domination in human societies, this is precisely where we need to look. Mere acts of violence are passing; acts of violence transformed into caring relations have a tendency to endure.” —The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity, David Graeber and David Wengrow

Some years ago when we still lived I upstate New York, I began working at a sawmill. A micro-mill, to be specific, run by a woman (also, coincidentally, from Montana) who’d bought a Wood-Mizer LT40 and specialized in milling wood from downed and diseased trees on public and private land. It was more of an internship really, as I didn’t get paid and had asked if I could come a couple days a week. I’d recently gotten into rustic woodworking (partly because motherhood was driving me insane) and couldn’t get enough of working with the diversity of hardwoods that grow and fall in the U.S.’s northeast. I learned about the different high-end uses of maple, and how bad black locust smells but how useful it is. I learned how mold causes spalting and how beautiful its lacy effects can be. The owner sent me on a day-long chainsaw safety course, where I stood in knee-deep snow and cut down a pin oak and decided I never wanted to use a chainsaw again because I am clumsy and it was terrifying.

One day, we were milling reclaimed beams from an old barn for a client. Old barn beams are a pain because they’re often full of nails—long, heavy, rusted nails that are hard to spot. We ruined a few blades as hidden nails made it through and wrecked the metal, and finally gave up. That barn beam went back to its owner, or maybe to a scrap pile, joining the piles of beautiful wood resting around the property, testimony to one woman’s commitment to making sure its life continued.

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Reading The Dawn of Everything left me with more questions than answers, which I suppose was part of the authors’ purpose. I thought (hoped) that they would bring me some solid ideas about questions they posed toward the beginning of the book, notably how wealth—or an ability to take and hoard resources—translates into power over others and if there are ways to prevent that (the prevention part came up in several of their societal examples, but not in ways that I found actionable in modern times—would love perspectives if anyone else has read it).

An intriguing idea presented in the second half revolved around the “ecology of freedom,” which

“describes the proclivity of human societies to move (freely) in and out of farming; to farm without fully becoming farmers; raise crops and animals without surrendering too much of one’s existence to the logistical rigors of agriculture; and retain a food web sufficiently broad as to prevent cultivation from becoming a matter of life and death.”

Which sounded a lot like why lockdown ended up being beneficial in unexpected ways for my family, and why public lands matter so much, presenting time and freedom to engage in cultivation and foraging as well as walks together as our jobs scaled back a bit. It sucked in a lot of other ways, and far more for many people without our circumstances, but that was a lesson I’ve hung onto.

This description of freedom’s ecologies expands somewhat on the authors’ idea of “primordial freedoms,” which consists of “the freedom to move, the freedom to disobey, and the freedom to create or transform social relationships” and leads to one of their unanswered questions:

“How could that most basic element of all human freedoms, the freedom to make promises and commitments and thus build relationships, be turned into its very opposite: into peonage, serfdom, or permanent slavery? It happens, we’d suggest, precisely when promises become impersonal, transferable—in a nutshell, bureaucratized.”

There is far more to unpack there than I am prepared to do on a first reading, without sitting with this book for a great deal more time. Every definition, every idea, leads not to a safe answer but instead to another culture, another model of living and shaping society, all presented to break apart the idea that somehow our present moment is the result of any kind of linear timeline or an arguably outdated concept of civilizational progress. The original root of civilization, they point out, was in the Latin word civilis, “which actually refers to those qualities of political wisdom and mutual aid that permit societies to organize themselves through voluntary coalition.”

Is this just another tired form of libertarianism pretending to be utopia, or a better-worded case for anarchy? Or an argument for how government can be formed to better serve people and ecosystems?

What it is instead, I think, is a continuation of the goal stated toward the beginning of the book: to ask better questions.

That is, after all, how paradigms begin to shift. By realizing that our imaginations have been constrained by what we thought was possible.

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It only occurred to me today to wonder why at the sawmill that day we didn’t take the time to look for and remove the nails ahead of time, why we sacrificed several saw blades and in the end the beam itself rather than take the time to make it workable again. It obviously would have been a waste of time but the entire endeavor could be classified a waste of time, by the standards of capital and efficiency. Even though I was working for free, nobody else was, and it was an enormous amount of work simply to find markets for the wood products, much less retrieve the trees and logs and mill and kiln-dry and shape and sand it all. One guy and I once spent an entire day planing someone’s recovered stack of cedar planks. They probably could have bought something similar from IKEA for far less money than that day’s labor cost.

But that really is part of the point. What does efficiency in our lives get us? The question is like an invisible monster in the center of capitalism: if “the economy” isn’t there to serve human and ecological well-being, what is the point? If working with wood by hand gave me and others pleasure and satisfaction, and clients connection to their ecosystem and its cycles, why not engage in that kind of work? Why are we prevented simply because it doesn’t provide enough income to feed our families?

The real question is, one perhaps Graeber and Wengrow were getting at, is how do we recraft our systems to give us some kind of choice in the matter?

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Some stuff to read, listen to, or watch:

  • Jessica Handler writing in Full Grown People about how we grade ourselves and our parents, and what stays in our permanent record: “My father visited me again the other morning. He seems to surface when I am emerging from sleep. Maybe it’s his presence that wakes me. I think this time he wanted me to forgive myself as well as him, to stop hearing the echoes of his angry words in my own head. To stop allowing him to judge me, even now.”

  • A short video presentation on Inka khipu—knotted strings used for communication and record keeping—from the British Museum via Aeon. The different styles of knots relate to position in a decimal system, and spaces and unknotted strings were probably used to show “0.” Which, if you know anything about the history of 0, is extra fascinating and now I want to learn more about mathematics in pre-Colombian Americas.

  • Via MIT Technology Review’s newsletter (which has a “We can still have nice things” section), a website that is simply a Weird Old Book Finder. I have not played around with it yet but it looks like a fun place to get lost in!

  • In Sapiens, an excerpt of Jennifer Raff’s book Origin: A Genetic History of the Americas: “If the ‘Out of Beringia’ model is correct, Beringia wasn’t a crossing point but a homeland. It was a place where people lived for many generations, sheltering from an inhospitable climate and slowly evolving the genetic variation unique to their Native American descendants.”

  • W. Robert Connor writing about Thucydides and pandemic in a time of war in The American Scholar: “The effects of the pandemic in Athens, Thucydides observed, were not limited to individual patients and those close to them, but also extended into the very fabric of society.”

  • Genevieve Bell in MIT Technology Review on how the metaverse is a recycling of an old idea—not Neal Stephenson’s 1992 science fiction novel Snow Crash but London’s 1851 Great Exhibition: “Our history with proto-­metaverses should make us more skeptical about any claims for the emancipatory power of technology and technology platforms. . . . Yet this history should also let us be alive to the possibilities of wondrous, unexpected invention and innovation, and it should remind us that there will not be a singular experience of the metaverse.”

  • Backcountry Hunters & Anglers podcast host Hal Herring steered a pretty hard-hitting conversation about changing elk hunting rules in Montana and what it sounds about the state’s changing relationship to the public trust and its new eagerness for privatization.

  • An activist and a fashion scholar talk about “defashioning the future” on Frontiers of Commoning: “We need to bust the myths of fashion. The whole system is held up by myths that are projected out to us by the marketing. . . . It’s getting at the culture of it.”

  • Anthropologist Dr. Beth Singler on Futures podcast about artificial intelligence, and how we forget that part of the problem is treating human like machines: “We need a broader understanding of what intelligence is. . . . It does come with a stereotype that intelligence is putting away your childish toys. It’s humanity civilizing itself to the extent that rationality is coded out. It’s about seeing the millennia of evolution as a messy, destructive process that not much good came out of.” (They also discuss one of the more persuasive arguments I’ve heard that techno-utopianism is a religion because it’s based on faith in innovation.)

  • Threshold’s new season is finally out, this time on climate change and the time to a 1.5-degree temperature increase: “Even if we go and move off to another nearby planet, we’re going to have to do a lot of work to make that atmosphere something we can work with in the same way. Science fiction literature is rife with options of what you can do in those situations. None of them are, ‘Take spaceship to Planet X, get out, enjoy life, done.’”

  • Cory Doctorow was on the War on Cars unraveling starry-eyed views of Uber and Lyft: “When you’re the beneficiary of billions of dollars of subsidy, it’s easy to kid yourself that, ‘I must be missing something here.’ This is one of the things that differentiates transit from travel, is the micro-case, the individual case for how to run a transit system is completely unlike the macro case for how to run a transit system.”

  • I absolutely loved this episode of Scotland Outdoors, with Steward of the Falkland Estate Ninian Stuart talking about how to reimagine community and humanity re-integrated with their local landscape, while reckoning with the histories of slavery and oppression that led to the creation of vast wealthy estates in the first place.

Grief and Amadeus

Walking composition

“We’re so convinced we’re moving forwards, when all I seem to do is go round and round with the seasons, certainly no wiser, and often only more sure of how much I cannot know.”
Autumn Light: Season of Fire and Farewells, Pico Iyer

Last week my spouse and I were driving somewhere and Falco’s Rock Me Amadeus came on the radio. I haven’t heard it in years and those cheesy beats brought on a flood of feelings. Cheesy or not, it’s always associated in my mind with a friend from long ago, an actor who was known for his dramatic, many-times-winning rendition of scenes from the 1984 movie Amadeus (about Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart from the perspective of his envious contemporary composer, Antonio Salieri) in speech & debate tournaments. He overflowed with talent and intelligence; we used to rib each other about our opposing politics. He died so long ago it’s like another lifetime, and yet I carry him, and memories of him, with me decades later.

Grief has been written about more times than I can even begin to count, and yet it remains a private burden that can change our gravitational pull. I wonder if others can sense it, subconsciously respond to the shifts in psychic weight?

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The year my friend died (of illness contracted through blood transfusions for his hemophilia), I was living in a different town. I remember handing the absence slip to my history teacher and him making a quip before he opened it—I don’t remember about what—and then looking up at me in surprise after reading funeral. And because I’d moved so many times by then, I didn’t think all that much about the fact that he’d never known my friend, didn’t know of his passing, had never seen him perform Amadeus, that nobody in this new-to-me town had or would know anything of my sadness or the incalculable grief of his siblings and parents. Nobody in this town knew anything, as far as I knew, of his incredible presence, his gifts like supernovae, his capacity for friendship, nothing of who he had been and who he still was to all who knew him, and we were barely a thirty-minute drive away.

His loss was like a little earthquake fracturing the ground of the community, spreading unknown aftershocks to wider regions that knew nothing of what had happened. Even though I was only a friend, not even family, I still feel the damage left by his passing. I still light a candle for him, along with my grandparents and others who’ve gone, when I’m in Russia and wander into Orthodox churches.

The town I moved to has its own earthquake aftershocks, its own losses. Everywhere I’ve ever lived has. Now I think of all our communities, all of us interconnected, lonely people, stepping on the damaged foundations of our world and the whispers of grief from ourselves and our ancestors, walking around with the filled-in cracks and rubble left by loss.

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So many people have told me stories of grief when discussing walking. Its weight, its shape. Of walking weeks-long pilgrimages and finally coming to face the enormity of the boulders inside, the weight within caused by the absence without. Hearing these stories changed the way I think about grief and I wonder now, every day, what our lives would look like if we had permission to mourn the losses we bear. I wonder what that does to us, being forced to carry our griefs with no space or time to become acquainted with their shape and heft. How much longer we can walk with the losses we barely have a chance to acknowledge.

“What would grief be like,” asked Laurie Brown in a recent episode of Pondercast on the loss of her father, “if I would just let it blow through me like this wind?”

“It’s almost impossible for those who have never lost anyone close to comprehend the impact, anguish and exhaustion of grieving,” wrote Mark Liebenow in one of his many beautiful essays about grief. “It feels like a fire has burned down our home, blackened our bones and left us standing in smoldering ruins. No one understands grief until Death comes and lights the match.”

“There was nothing subtle about my reading,” wrote Sarah Buttenweiser in last week’s essay on Motherwell about open adoption and reading grief books through the fear of loss. “I wanted to learn how people managed to survive the unthinkable. . . . Anyone who has immersed themselves in grief, an experience that isn’t exactly ever of one’s choosing, knows we don’t get over a loss, we carry it forward.”

My friend passed away in 1993. It’s been nearly thirty years. I still miss him, still think of him nearly every day, but more than me missing him, I wish the world knew him. Probing the loss, the grief, isn’t so much about me but about knowing what the world lacks without him. He was amazing.

Sometimes that music comes on and it feels as if I saw him perform Amadeus yesterday.

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Some stuff to read or listen to:

  • On Marginalia (thanks, Tait!), Robert Burton’s centuries-old answers to melancholy: “Burton was only a teenager when he was plunged into his first episode of debilitating depression — a term that did not yet exist in the modern sense, because mental health did not yet exist as a clinical concept. This “melancholy,” which often left him with “a heavy heart and an ugly head,” was so disabling that it took him more than a decade to complete his studies at Oxford.” (Until Tait sent me that lovely essay, I hadn’t known that Brain Pickings had changed its name—now Marginalia.)

  • I was away this last week, and as usual brought magazines to catch up on. Got completely swept up in John Freeman’s tribute (if that’s the right word) to Barry Lopez, not just the writer but the human, in the Summer issue of Orion: “I felt myself change under the protection of his fond regard and discretion: permitted a seriousness I did not feel I had earned. Do I need to say how hard it is to find unguarded friendships with men as a man? How frequently what begins safely can become a kind of replication pattern—a mirror to the past? What if you get lost in that maze?”

  • Quinn Smith Jr. writing in The Wellian Magazine on learning the history of land theft from the Blackfeet Nation that formed Glacier National Park, through conversations with Ernie Heavy Runner, and what justice and honor require of us: “Our government blamed the Blackfeet for not asserting their own claims, while at the same time upholding a system that made any form of asserting claims impossible. After winning a court case in 1973, the Blackfeet finally were granted free admission to Glacier Park. But to this day, that’s it.”

  • I loved this episode of Reframing Rural, with rural sociologist Ben Winchester, on the narratives we tell and believe about our rural communities—and how we can envision a future of possibility rather than loss: “I kind of comically told my boss like Roger, like, boy, if all our small towns are dying, then am I just going to help our small towns die, like is that my job is to like really be a critical care assistant, and be like, we’re just going to help you die in a respectful way. Clontarf, Minnesota. You know, like, it’s ridiculous to think of it that way. But it was really reaffirming to me that all of these voices I heard, tended to go against that very persuasive, negative narrative that rural is dying.”

Light and harbors

Walking composition

“From the standpoint of the theory of justice, the most important natural duty is that to support and further just institutions.” —A Theory of Justice, John Rawls

I keep meaning to write about light, about sunlight and darkness and what it feels like to watch the sky slowly lighten as the planet turns for a couple of hours, to watch Sirius move from high in the sky to behind a neighbor’s larch tree until the sky is day-bright, and to watch it slowly darken long after the sun has set. It’s something that changes between when I’m here in this mountain valley home where we never see a “true” sunrise or sunset, versus when I head over to eastern Montana and its sky and landscape that seem to go on forever.

The shifting light keeps me tethered, especially if I wake up too early and can’t sleep but also can’t work, and binds the evenings to a delicious slowness. Reminds me that life is moving and revolving at a pace that is even more incremental than geological time. The planet turns, the sky above me darkens, stars are slowly revealed. And even then, on a summer night, it takes so long to get fully dark that when we’re out camping away from light pollution, we still don’t see the full dazzle of the Milky Way until something like two in the morning. It’s stunning, every time, surreal.

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I’ve been reading David Graeber’s and David Wengrow’s The Dawn of Everything: A New History of Humanity. It’s written in an easy style and right away they go for the problems that I think about all the time, like how we got fixed hierarchies imposed on people, and what happened to make any human society think some people deserved more right to needed resources (food, water, etc.) than others.

I’m only partway through the book (and currently stuck on the concept of slaves-as-prey-then-near-pets being an extension of land ownership and responsibility/caregiving in parts of pre-colonial North America) but very early on, in the chapter on 17th-century Wendat philosopher and strategist Kandiaronk and his arguments about freedom, I wondered if what the authors were getting at was the fundamental question that all societies must grapple with, “freedom from” versus “freedom to.” What structure of society and polity allows people the most freedom while giving them the most protection? Freedom from hunger, for example, over freedom to commodify seeds or corn or elk or land. Wendat culture, Kandiaronk maintained, had extensive personal freedom because its people never went hungry or unhoused, unlike in France where “freedom” meant very little when most people spent their days striving for the most basic necessities of life.

I’ve been having a lot of conversations recently about public health and personal responsibility, conversations that have no real answer but in which I keep commenting that, even though “individual versus society” has been in my head ever since I competed in high school debate around thirty years ago, until recently I hadn’t fully comprehended how completely “personal responsibility” had morphed into “I have a right to do whatever I feel like and everyone else just has to deal with the consequences.” How fundamentally “freedom to do what I feel like” and “freedom from restriction and obligation” had colonized so many minds. Not just with regards to public policy but often in our personal relationships as well.

When brainstorming a few years ago, I’d written down that at some point the desire to damage the commons for profit or other kind of personal gain—or just because you feel like doing something and don’t want to be restricted—at some point requires science denial. You can pollute water or air for a long time if you persuade people that the harms inherent in your activities are worth the jobs they bring, but even longer if you persuade them the harms don’t exist at all.

In debate, the popular saying was “My right to throw my fist stops where your nose begins,” but it’s hard to employ that technique when you can’t see where the blow is coming from or what its effects are. When its damage is real but almost impossible to trace and accountability is a mirage.

Every question of the commons has this struggle at its heart.

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I love watching the light change. Sometimes—maybe most of the time—I forget to. The trips out camping or to cabins, with their lack of artificial light, remind me what my attention doesn’t get when I’m feeding it light from my phone, or even from my kitchen. And even so, when lamenting all the artificial light that blots out the miracle of a sky, I’m reminded of Libby Purves’s lines in her 1989 book One Summer’s Grace, about her family sailing around Britain:

“You do not appreciate a harbour until you use it seriously. People say, ‘Oh, Devon, simply ruined, tourist traps, coaches everywhere’; but the sailor coming in never sees the cream teas and car parks until he has given thanks for the shelter, the clear leading lights and the calm water. A harbour is eternal, and offers the same solace to a plastic yacht as to a trawler, smack, or galleon.”

The daylight as it grows and fades in response to this planet’s orbit in vast space is its own kind of eternal harbour.

Bonus photo: We’v been doing some night skiing, and the sunsets are mind-blowingly beautiful. The photo up top is from a nearby location. The sun through icy fog was an incredible sight, but I was disappointed to see it looks a lot like wildfire smoke in the photo.

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Some stuff to read or listen to:

  • In Forge, I published “Cultivating the Wild Inside,” an essay on how spending time in nature (skiing, specifically) can reconnect us to wildness inside ourselves; and the struggle between protecting the wild without and cultivating the wild within. (Some of this grew out of a section I cut out of my book on walking. My editor and I both liked it but agreed it was unnecessary. It took me a long time to learn that “kill your darlings” can instead mean maybe you just carefully put your darlings back in holding because they’ll eventually lead you somewhere new.)

  • Speaking of the commons and freedom, the Subverse podcast has had some excellent episodes recently: what we really mean by a “just” or “green” energy transition with Uttara Narayan in “Renewable Energy: clean, green, or mean?” and a fascinating interview with author of Brutal Beauty Jisha Menon on “neoliberalism as an aesthetic project”: “Trash is just the other side of commodity capitalism.” (I can’t find a way to link to specific episodes, so just look for the titles.)

  • Ed Roberson’s Good News from the American West missive alerted me to the Reframing Rural podcast. I enjoyed wandering in and around rural Dagmar, Montana, with podcast guests, especially the episode with Eddie Hentges on recentering Indigenous narratives in that part of Montana, and the one with founder of Red Ants Pants Sarah Calhoun—I struggled more with some of the perspective she presented but that’s probably a good thing. Calhoun spoke at the first AERO (Alternative Energy Resource Organization) conference I ever attended and I was impressed with her dedication to community.

  • Someday I’ll get around to writing more about my first elk hunt, but in the meantime, speaking of Ed Roberson, I enjoyed his Mountain & Prairie episode about his own experience of the same.

  • Someone sent me this fantastic piece about Galesburg, Indiana, with a breakdown of street maintenance, property taxes, and why the town has no money: “Some will say the government is too bloated, corrupt, and inefficient and has squandered all the money it takes from the citizens. Others will say we need to be comfortable having higher taxes in order to pay for the things that we want/need, that it’s just because we’re greedy and want lower taxes. I say it’s neither of these.”

  • I have, somewhat to my sorrow because I’d rather be watching stars or even bad television, been stumbling into articles on NFTs and Web3. If you don’t know what these are (I certainly didn’t), Scott Galloway’s article in Marker has a good overview of what it is and why it’s not great, and there’s a very long explainer on a German website (written in English) that toward the end demonstrates why Web3 and NFTs are simply another way for people with enormous resources to gather and control more of them. Serious feudalism vibes here.

  • However, it did allow me to appreciate this Lord of the Rings-themed NFT joke.

  • An interesting interview in the LA Review of Books with particle physicist and speculative fiction author Vandana Singh: “Despite the fact that a lot of science fiction does have constraints and can be very short-sighted — it can repeat and not challenge certain types of norms and customs — this literature still has the potential to soar above those constraints to another space, and that is why I love speculative fiction. And the revolutionary part of it is that you can imagine a different way to be.”

  • On the Futures podcast, a fun interview with biological anthropologist Alice Roberts about ancient DNA: “When you take the long view, you see that nothing stands still. . . . We might want to be socially conservative over a short timeframe, and politically conservative, but actually it’s always changed and there’s always been new people coming, and new ideas, and those ideas have enriched our culture over time.”

  • Math! I love math. Someday I’ll get around to writing an essay about that. In the meantime, thanks to a friend for sending me this History of Mathematics post about hexagons and apsamikku, squaring the circle, and some of the oldest problems in mathematics.

Somewhere in between

“Don’t we have an obligation, a responsibility, to our planetary future and the generations of humans and other species to come?” ―The Good Ancestor: How to Think Long-Term in a Short-Term World, Roman Krznaric

When I started this newsletter, I gave myself a year to make sure I could keep it up before thinking about going to a paid version. A year came and went last August, but after starting a copy editing contract in May, I put off thinking about what to do with the newsletter in the long run. I learned years ago that I can write and copy edit but I can’t write well and copy edit, at least not well and frequently, much less consistently.

The contract will be finished in June, and my plan for this newsletter will be to offer a paid version after that, when I can devote more time to the writing—researching in particular, as well as possibly hiring an editor and fact-checker, which is what I do for my Medium articles.

I’m not totally sure what form the paid version will take, but am open to suggestions on how to mix free versus paid offerings. All of you who do me the honor of reading this, and commenting, whether here on via private email or even in person, are people whose opinions and ideas I’ve learned to value as we’ve gotten to know one another a bit.

The ownership-related TBR pile, with the articles-and-essays accumulation of research below.

My half-formed idea is that, in addition to what I currently write on here, I will also be sharing my unpublished book with you, one chapter at a time and possibly even starting with the introductory section of the original book proposal. The book as envisioned will have an introduction followed by nine chapters on the subject of ownership and the commons. I’m unsure exactly how that will translate to an online format. Like my first book A Walking Life, this book’s chapters run around 10,000 words (or will when I’ve written them). For comparison, the non-walking composition essays I write for this newsletter hover around 3000 (the most recent on whiteness-as-property was an outlier at 4300). Ten thousand words is way too much to throw on a screen at once, so I’ll try to think of ways to break the chapters up into more readable portions at reasonable interludes.

It will be an interesting process for me. Writing a book is nothing like writing essays and articles. It happens in your own space, and between you and your editor, over a much longer timeframe without anybody really knowing what you’re doing. (Mine took two years before it moved onto several months of layout, copy editing, and proofreading, which is fairly average, though some people are able to produce work much more quickly.) Putting out a chapter at a time means I can’t wait until the whole thing is done and see if it all hangs together.

But I’ll do my best to bring it up to a high standard. Which starts, as it always does for me, with research. I’ve got a much better handle on, for example, land ownership (though I’m currently reading David Wengrow’s and David Graeber’s The Dawn of Everything and it’s forcing some very different questions on that point) . . .

. . . than on, say, serfdom in Russia and throughout Europe, and ownership of women. A lot to learn, and I hope you’ll find the journey just as thought-provoking as I do.

I’ll give reminders of the shift-to-paid in the coming months, and of course if you want access to the paid version but can’t or don’t want to pay, just email me when the time comes and I’ll make it happen, no questions asked. We can even use a code word. How about “tribble”? (There will, I promise, be science fiction references in the book. I find The Expanse TV show, for example, an invaluable mirror for property and resource ownership.)

Ski bum

Walking composition

“Earthers . . . look past that light, past that blue sky. They see the stars and they think, ‘Mine.’” —The Expanse, Season 1, Episode 5

I keep hearing chickadees trilling their “cheeeese-burger” sound near our house and walking around town. It feels like a spring sound—are you meant to hear chickadees in January? This archival recording from 1977 tells me it’s a territorial sound, so are they warning off magpies or crows or maybe people? Cornell’s Ornithology Lab page says it’s a song that males start chirping out in mid-January; maybe I’ve just never heard it this early before, or never paid attention. Thankfully other people do pay attention and can tell me if I remember to ask.

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An environmental lawyer friend and I have been talking a lot about ski resorts over the last couple of years. We’ve both been skiers since we were little, and despite the joy it brings—and skiing brings me a lot of joy—we both struggle with the impacts of space and resource use. Increasing numbers of luxury vacation houses and condominiums around the ski mountain where I live feel like a burden that neither the land nor the community (nor the water sources) can handle.

But has skiing in its modern iteration ever been something that the land can handle? The activity has been around much longer than quad chairlifts and toxic, bioaccumulative ski wax—Sigrid Unset’s novel Kristen Lavransdotter, set in 14th-century Norway, has quite a bit of skiing as transportation but also as something akin to joyful leisure. It’s a far cry from the elite or elite-adjacent activity it is today; even the fifty-dollar season passes and family run resort I learned on as a kid feel like a different world.

My parents first put me on skis at Bridger Bowl when I was two years old. I fell and got a bloody nose and hated it. I’ve been skiing off and on ever since and there are honestly few activities that make me happy quite as quickly. But I do it knowing that the swathes of tree-free mountainside, the electricity to run the lifts, the materials that go into the equipment (the skis, poles, helmets, snow pants and coats, iron-filled hand warmer packets, . . . .), the parking lots and roads—none of it is truly sustainable. And that’s without throwing in the million- and multi-million-dollar properties that get built up around desirable resorts.

So my friend was wondering about those properties and how real estate fits into the National Forest Ski Area Permit process (in the U.S., most ski areas are built on National Forest land; that is, public land), in particular the requirement to “harmonize with the natural environment” and questions of equitable access. How, my friend asked, is the development of million-dollar condominiums at the base of the ski hill much different from the plans that Disney once had to build a gargantuan ski resort in Sequoia National Park? Even if the real estate itself is on private land, how does a resort that promotes its development qualify for a permit that is meant to promote outdoor activities for all?

Which led us back, as it often does in our conversations, to whether ski resorts should or can continue to exist in the first place. In a way we both know the answer. Maybe we’re just looking for a way to keep something we love without sacrificing everything else.

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Land ownership and rights of use are a core of the commons we all depend upon. If we view land as a commons (which it is in fact no matter how we want to view it), how it is used and what it is used for must be a question posed to an entire community. That’s not even getting into the fact that all of this land, from the scrappiest one-lift family resort to the exclusive privately-owned Yellowstone Club, was stolen in the first place.

A few years ago I took up skinning, where you stick fuzzy strips to the bottom of your skis that allow you to walk uphill, foregoing the chairlift. It takes me forever—I’ve never been an athlete of any kind—but I’ve grown to love it. The quiet, the space to let my thoughts spool out instead of being trapped inside my body all the time, the physical strain. I’m not sure the environmental impact varies that much from regular skiing, as you’re using a lot of the same equipment, but at least I give more attention to the world around me. Squirrels and crows, an occasional bald eagle, the never-failing beauty of snow on the pine trees, the light and gray that shift and enchant. The terrain that looks so different when I’m up that same mountain picking huckleberries in August. Reminding myself of the people who established this resort in the first place, full of love for skiing and wanting to share with anyone who wanted to learn.

While talking of skiing, I was reminded of the end of one of Anne Helen Petersen’s interviews in her Culture Study newsletter. It was about the pyramid scheme LuLa Roe, and while I know very little about multi-level marketing schemes, her interviewee’s point toward the end of the conversation has stuck with me: “America is a pyramid scheme. It relies on people buying into the American Dream and then working hard to get to the top. But of course – almost no one does. Beneath each successful person in America is a downline of unpaid and underpaid labor.”

What choices do I make, does each of us make, does our community or society make, that rely on the heaviest burdens being placed not just on other people, but on all other forms of life?

I will probably always be a ski bum. But it doesn’t have to look like what I’m used to seeing. It is possible to find joy differently.

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Some stuff to read, watch, or listen to:

  • Kurt Vonnegut’s methods for dealing with trauma, on the Psychoscapes blog: “Vonnegut’s bedrock assumptions about the world being a safe place where good things happen to good people were shattered. Also typical for trauma survivors, his memories of these distressing events were fragmentary.  He labored for more than 20 years, attempting to piece them together, trying to find a language to express what had happened to him but, still, the missing pieces remained too radioactive.” (Reading this gave me the urge to read Vonnegut again, which I don’t think I’ve done since I was in my late teens.)

  • Dan Falk writing in Nautilus on a little-known book of astronomy for children, Know the Stars, by H.A. Rey, the author of the Curious George books. Rey, evidently, was passionate about astronomy and used to host informal stargazing sessions at a local golf course for anyone who wanted to join him.

  • Mark Trahant writing in Indian Country Today on Vine Deloris Jr. and the fifty-year “long-distance run” for Native American rights and sovereignty.

  • An absolutely fantastic piece in High Country News by Kathleen McLaughlin on rural gentrification, Butte’s toxic Berkeley Pit and extractive art: “The initial decision to skirt around Butte made it easier to talk about the place and its problems from the outside, rather than engaging the community that actually lives with the mess. It’s cultural extraction in action — taking away bits of history and community without providing any context for it.”

  • This trailer of the film Moving Upstream: Ganga from the Veditum India Foundation looks awesome. There is not a single story, not matter what form (oral, written, documentary) of a long-distance walk that hasn’t reminded me of the profound compassion and connectedness at the center of humanity. I never get tired of them.

  • Financial journalist Tom Bergin writing in Aeon of economists’ slow journey to forming models based on real human behavior rather than trying to force behavior into handy and unrealistic formulas: “Until the early 1990s, the accepted orthodoxy among liberal and conservative economists was that the minimum wage killed jobs. . . . Card and his colleague Alan Krueger conducted studies that found, in a number of cases, that meaningful increases in the minimum wage had not led to lower employment in fast-food restaurants – the type of business commonly affected by the measure. The research received a lot of publicity, and near total rejection by some of the most eminent economists, . . . who likened colleagues who accepted Card’s work to ‘camp-following whores’.”

Mythologies of ancient Anglo-Saxon identity in America's "stand your ground" culture

A few years ago, late into Barack Obama’s presidential administration, maybe in 2015 or even early 2016, I had a long messaging conversation with an acquaintance about some of the right-wing movements and talking points that had become prevalent over the previous few years, specifically the fear-mongering over “they’re going to take our guns.” “They” being liberal people or more specifically Democrats. Guns being in America of course not just a tool or even a weapon but an enormous flashpoint of a longstanding culture war.

(This is not an essay about guns.)

Why, I asked this acquaintance, did people keep believing and investing emotion in “They’re going to take our guns” when for the previous eight years it simply . . . hadn’t happened? How did people keep believing in this fear month after month, year after year?

In response, this acquaintance gave me the first good explanation I had yet had about echo chambers and the dissolution of our information ecosystems (long predating the rise of social media, which just further weaponized forces already in motion) and a detailed history of her own upbringing in Rapture-oriented Baptist culture. In her life, she told me, no matter how many years went by, the Rapture was always just around the corner, God always just about to bathe the world in blood and flame and spirit the righteous to heaven.

The key, she said, was that the adults in her world managed to keep the fear of impending doom fresh and alive, month after month, year after year, down to her entire school sobbing in terror one morning when they’d been told the Rapture was coming shortly after noon that day. “During the formative years of many conservatives’ lives,” she told me, “this was the experience.” A constant drumbeat of being told that the end of days was just around the corner, and a nonstop fear of the future. Whatever people were told was going to happen, she said, was always in the future, and the future was always to be feared.

There was a lot more to the conversation, and it was one of the best and earliest explanations I’d read—aside from Eric Hoffer’s The True Believer, as I wrote about a while back—that showed how deeply identity is involved in choices and decisions that from an outsider’s perspective make no sense.

Ever since then, I have intentionally looked for works and projects that either explain or engage with identity. Not shallow identity politics-related culture spats, but real identity, the way that our perception of ourselves dictates how we’ll vote or even what we’ll believe, far more than facts or opinion pieces in flagship newspapers. It’s why this anthropology article about the blow to identity when steel mills in America’s midwest closed down being just as important as the blow to income sticks in my mind, as does this personal essay about growing up in a homeschooling evangelical world that trained children to be warriors in American culture battles, and to win those battles in legislatures and courtrooms. It’s why this essay from Aeon about echo chambers and epistemic bubbles has ended up being the one I recommend to people more than almost any other.

Some identities have deeper roots than others. Some of them are in conflict. Being a hunter and a conservationist, for example, means crossing two identities that have long been perceived to oppose each other. Coming to hunting as a lifelong environmentalist (though admittedly having grown up mostly eating game hunted by my parents), I can appreciate the work it takes for many lifelong hunters to accept themselves as conservationists.

(This is also not an essay about hunting.)

I can’t think of many more entrenched identities in America and several other countries (I’m looking at you, Russia) than whiteness. Religion, wealth-based heirarchical structures, and patriarchy are the only things that perhaps have deeper roots.

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Kelly Brown Douglas’s 2015 book Stand Your Ground: Black Bodies and the Justice of God tries to get to the source of this identity and its staying power. Looking for the roots of “stand your ground” laws (which in many U.S. states allow someone to shoot another if they feel threatened; the book centers around the case of Trayvon Martin, a teenager who was killed while walking home by a man who used the “stand your ground” defense in Florida), Douglas traces American exceptionalism and Manifest Destiny not back to 1776 or even 1619, but much further, back to the first century CE and the writings of Tacitus, a Roman general who wrote A Treatise on the Situation, Manners and Inhabitants of Germany, commonly known as Germania:

“In 98 CE Tacitus published Germania, which has been called ‘one of the most dangerous books ever written.’ Perhaps it is. The danger is not so much in what Tacitus said, but in how his words have been construed. In the brief space of thirty pages, he offered an ethnological perspective that would have tragic consequences for centuries to come. This perspective played a significant role in the Nazis’ monstrous program for ‘racial purity.’ It is the racial specter behind the stand-your-ground culture that robbed Trayvon of his life.

“In Germania Tacitus provides a meticulous portrait, based on others’ writings and observations, of the Germanic tribes who fended off Rome’s first-century empire-building agenda. . . . Perhaps what is most significant, at least in garnering the attention of political architects for centuries to come, is that Tacitus portrayed these ancient Germans as possessing a peculiar respect for individual rights and an almost ‘instinctive love for freedom.’ . . . According to many later interpreters, Tacitus was describing the perfect form of government.”

Douglas’s arguments track through the conflation of idealized Anglo-Saxon society with Christianity in England, and how early English immigrants brought that attitude to North America intact because they thought that even the reformed English church wasn’t Anglo-Saxon enough:

“The English considered themselves the descendants of the Germanic tribes identified by Tacitus. They believed that these tribes were their Anglo-Saxon ancestors. . . . Notwithstanding the fact that some of Tacitus’s ancient tribes were probably of Norse heritage, these reformers generally agreed that corruptions entered into English church and society with the Norman conquest in 1066. Popular belief held that the Normans adulterated the very English laws and institutions that served to protect individual liberties. . . .

“The reformers who would have the greatest impact on America’s religious and political culture, and thus transport the Anglo-Saxon myth to America, were the Pilgrims, Puritans, and even radical Whigs, such as the Levelers. Both the Pilgrims and Puritans thought the Church of England did not go far enough in the eradication of Catholic and Norman abuses. . . .

“The Pilgrims and Puritans fled from the Church of England to build a religious institution more befitting Anglo-Saxon virtue and freedom. They considered themselves the Anglo-Saxon remnant that was continuing a divine mission. They traced this mission beyond the woods of Germany to the Bible. Thus, they saw themselves ‘as the Iraelites in God’s master plan.’”

This faith, Douglas reiterates later in the book, is crucial to understanding the lasting power of American exceptionalism:

“Not only did the early American Anglo-Saxons believe their mission to be one of erecting God’s ‘city on a hill’ but they also came to believe that they essentially had divinity running through their veins. The Protestant evangelicals in particular believed themselves to be as close a human manifestation of God on earth as one can get. In general, however, the religious legitimation of America’s exceptionalist narrative suggests that to be against Anglo-Saxon America is to be against God.”

The crux of Douglas’s arguments lie in the development of whiteness as treasured property—property created through the myth of Anglo-Saxon exceptionalism (which she calls the “wizard behind the curtain of white supremacy”) mixed with belief in preordained Christian dominionism:

“Whiteness in this respect is not simply cherished property, but it is also sacred property. . . . Within the religious narrative of America’s exceptionalism, anything that cannot pass the test of whiteness cannot get to God.”*

The concept of whiteness as property snared my attention because private property versus the commons is the basis of this newsletter, and I’d never thought of racializing people as essentially the creation of property and hence a property right to be defended and protected. I’d thought a lot about humans as property—women most universally, and slavery in many countries, reaching back thousands of years and continuing through the present day—but hadn’t thought about how the creation of a class of people as property to be treasured and protected easily turns everyone else into something to be controlled, something—not someone—that becomes a threat when it invades the space or entitlements of the treasured, protected class.

A key component of property rights, Douglas reminds us, is the right to exclude, which “ultimately ushers in the stand-your-ground culture.”

“This right to exclude inexorably gives way to other fundamental rights—the right to claim land and the right to stake out space. These rights, Harris [Cheryl Harris, in her book Whiteness as Property] points out, were actually ‘ratified’ at America’s beginnings with ‘the conquest, removal, and extermination of Native American life and culture.’ From then on, she says, ‘Possession and occupation of land was validated and therefore privileged’ as a white property right. . . . These rights of exclusion, land, and space are the definining characteristics of whiteness as treasured property.”

Stand Your Ground, glaringly, lacks reference to the Doctrine of Discovery, the 15th-century papal decree that, as I’ve written about several times before (most recently about the book Buying America from the Indians and earlier about Mark Charles’s Unsettling Truths), forms the continuing legal basis for much of America’s outright theft of land from Native American nations. I wish Douglas would have examined the intersection of the Doctrine with mythological Anglo-Saxon supremacy because I’m sure they’re deeply intertwined, but in general her points still hold.

According to Douglas, it’s in the ancient idea of the Anglo-Saxons as some sort of mythically perfect society and people that we find the roots of much of America’s founding ideals (freedom and individual liberty specifically) mixed wholesale with the belief that specific white Northern Europeans (Eastern and Southern Europeans, as well as Irish, Scottish, and Swedish people, initially weren’t included—in a 1751 essay Benjamin Franklin also threw out the French and most non-Saxon Germans as not white enough) were the only people who could understand and embody those ideals. Even before its founding, the country inherited the unalloyed belief of culture as synonymous with bloodline, and therefore race:

“Building on Tacitus’s admiration for the way these Germanic tribes ruled their communities, the myth stressed the unique superiority of Anglo-Saxon religious and political institutions. Eventually, and perhaps inevitably, the myth shifted its focus to Anglo-Saxon blood. In doing so, it seized upon Tacitus’s characterization of the ancient Germans as ‘free from taint,’ and suggested that the superiority of their institutions was a result of their blood.”

America’s original sin, Douglas articulates, lies in the belief that white Americans are both the genetic and spirtual descendants of Anglo-Saxons; Anglo-Saxons in the white imagination represent not just the purest form of humanity, but the purest form of society. (Again, I think the Doctrine of Discovery plays an unmentioned role here, but her research lines up almost exactly with modern white nationalist and white supremacist talking points.)

The conflation of skin color with race and therefore culture was fully integrated into the dominant American psyche by 1923 (by which time Franklin’s objectionable French, German, and Swedish people were considered white), when the U.S. Supreme Court decided United States v. Bhagat Singh Thind and declared that no matter how integrated Thind was into American/Aryan culture, his skin color denied him the right to claim whiteness, which allowed rejection of his citizenship application. “At this point,” writes Douglas, “[Thind’s] willingness to adapt did not matter.” She quotes the majority opinion of the Supreme Court at length:

“What we now hold is that the words ‘free white persons’ are words of common speech, to be interpreted in accordance with the understanding of the common man, synonymous with the word ‘Caucasian’ only as the word is popularly understood. . . . It is a matter of familiar observation and knowledge that the physical group characteristics of the Hindus render them readily distinguishable from the various groups of persons in this country commonly recognized as white. . . . What we suggest is merely racial difference, and it is of such character and extent that the great body of our people instinctively recognize it and reject the thought of assimilation.”

The decision on its own proves Douglas’s point: that whiteness is property to be protected. Denied the possession of whiteness, Thind was therefore denied citizenship.

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The project of whiteness by this time overlapped almost completely with the project of Manifest Destiny, and it’s here where a foray into the Doctrine of Discovery would have been most helpful, because the book dives into a core tension of privatization versus the commons (without naming it as such), which is the question of who has a right to land and therefore to life. Douglas quotes an 1846 speech by Senator Thomas Hart Benton in which he makes the case that the white race is the only one that has obeyed the “divine command” to “subdue and replenish the earth.” All other races, he claimed, were subsumed before this civilizing project:

“Benton’s remarks make clear the other defining feature of Manifest Destiny. It was not just about land and race. It was also about life. . . . Those who had the right to land were also those who had a right to live. Manifest Destiny was about more than who was destined to occupy a certain land, it was also about who was destined to live. If the manifest vision was the expansion of Anglo-Saxonism from east to west, then those who did not capitulate to Anglo-Saxon ways were destined to become extinct. Benton was clear: it was whites who had the right to land and life; others were eligible for extinction.” (Emphasis added.)

It’s not just a war on non-Anglo-Saxon people, but a war on life itself. Protecting the treasured property of whiteness is an overwhelming and centuries-long iteration of that war.

Given this historical context, America’s most recent manufactured culture war—over the nonexistent teaching of critical race theory in K-12 public schools—makes more sense. As haphazard and frankly weird as that particular moral panic is, the “threat” that’s being responded to is perceived as real in the realm of identity, and in the dismantling of a powerful creation myth underlying that identity. Not just the myth of American exceptionalism, but the older myth, that England and then white America were inheritors of a somehow pure and noble people, strong and intelligent and just (also red-haired, according to Tacitus). That somewhere way back then was a perfect society of perfect people who knew their position and their purpose and ran their societies along the purest of principles along with the purest of blood, and if we could just find our way back to it everything would be all right.

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This hankering for a previous idealized society can be seen in critiques of social justice movements as well as of critical race theory, critiques that seem to rest on the notion that studying the bases of America’s laws, politics, and culture through an understanding of whiteness’s influence is somehow anti-Enlightenment and anti-intellectual—in a sense, anti-Anglo-Saxon. Which is odd because trying to ignore real events in favor of a safer narrative for the sake of cohesion seems in itself to be an anti-Enlightenment endeavor. If we can’t quote Thomas Jefferson’s high ideals about democracy and freedom without feeling that we have to bury his active efforts to trick Indigenous people out of land and his position as a slaveowner, then we’re not doing a very good job of crafting a society based on any kind of shared reality.

The American settler story, to give another example of a history many people find threatening to crack open, is often framed as one of intrepid yeomen farmers-to-be making the uncertain journey to an unknown land to prove their worth in building an independent and productive life, J. Hector St. John de Crevecoeur-style, providing the basis for society based on democratic principles and without a monarch. What’s left out almost completely is the reality of many of those lives: if they weren’t land speculators with a bit of cash backing back home, many were landless due to centuries of feudalism, many escaping serfdom or barely out of it, unable to sustain their families from the commons due to enclosure and privatization of activities like hunting and fishing, and at the mercy of nobles, landlords, and rulers with a seemingly endless appetite for war. So. Much. War. As much as I love Montana, and I love it down to my smallest bones, I’d leave too if all I or my ancestors or my children had known or would ever know was the kinds of war-packed centuries like Europe saw in the 1400s-1600s and beyond.

History isn’t some smooth narrative of simple stories that can only ever make a nation proud. It lurches around the needs and ambitions of people who did not agree on much of anything, not who should be king or whom land belonged to or who had a right to the basic necessities of life nor what form of religion to follow. The war between Catholics and Protestants that started in 1619 lasted thirty years and resulted in an estimated eight million dead, from famine and disease as well as battle. England’s Peasants’ Revolt of 1381 came after those in power imposed a poll tax and legally prohibited higher wages even though labor was in high demand after massive population loss due to the plague. It ended only after the East Anglian rebels were crushed and King Richard agreed to the peasants’ demands, which he then reneged on, perpetuating more centuries of inequality, injustice, and subsequent revolt.

People don’t fight racism and misogyny and unjust wealth resource distribution and crushing hierarchies—much less the narratives that underlie them—because they have a sense of shared reality. They fight them because the reality in front of them makes no sense.

The Anglo-Saxon myth holds just as much sway over American identity—even if it’s less understood or known—as the idealized (and very white) nuclear family life of the 1950s does. And there is very little daylight between the mythologies born out of Tacitus’s publication and modern white nationalist calls for pride in culture and people—what culture and people is never specified, only that it be pale-skinned.

Truly facing this history and its consequences could not only slow the devastation wrought by centuries of injustices, it could even have unforeseen beneficial outcomes, like seeing if the Anglo-Saxons that Tacitus wrote about so enthusiastically might have healthier societal models to emulate. They evidently had no hankering for gold or silver, for example: “The possession of them is not coveted by these people as it is by us.” Their sacred places were “woods and groves” rather than temples; they also valued the counsel of women, assuming “somewhat of sanctity and prescience to be inherent in the female sex; and therefore neither despise their counsels, nor disregard their responses.” And undercutting his own claim of a people whose bloodlines were “free of taint,” Tacitus actually described the lives of peoples/countries/clans like the Gauls, Langobardia, and Varini—I counted 35 before losing track—and their wide differences in law, worship, dress, governance, battle, and hairstyles. In other words, Germany as he depicted it was likely a mixed and multicultural land whose inter-clan relations we know little about.

We could, if we wanted, aim for those other ideals and skip the idolization of blue eyes and “russet” hair along with Tactitus’s later delight at sixty thousand Germans dying in battle without help of the Romans on either side but “as it were for our pleasure and entertainment.”§

Returning to Trayvon Martin and too many others who could only be victims of stand-your-ground thinking and never the beneficiaries of it, Douglas writes that:

“The Anglo-Saxon myth, which emerged from Tacitus’s Germania, has shaped and continues to shape America’s sense of self. This myth is the unspoken, but pervasive, narrative that determines who is and who is not entitled to the rights of ‘life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.’ . . .

“The deaths of these young black people are about more than a Stand Your Ground law. They are about a culture that is bound and determined to protect the Anglo-Saxon ‘white country’ that both Thomas Jefferson and Benjamin Franklin imagined and worked to build.”

As my acquaintance taught me some years ago, adherence to identity has tremendous power. And threats to identity are painful, so much so that many will engage in violence before questioning or walking away from it. But until we learn to face some of our more destructive identities, and our beliefs about them, they will continue to harm vast numbers of people as well as our communities and the commons, the generous gifts of this planet, that we all depend on for survival.

Douglas’s hard work unpacking the myths of Anglo-Saxon society and Tacitus’s admiration of it and its people gives us permission to know what we’re facing—to give the Anglo-Saxons a rightful place in history without insisting that the world they created for themselves is one we need to carbon copy for the present day. Like all other peoples, the Anglo-Saxons lived, they loved, they quarrelled, they cultivated, they died, and they changed. As we all must, hopefully for the better.

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*Douglas, it’s important to note, is an Episcopal priest as well as a Black woman. Part II of Stand Your Ground is a heartfelt examination of Black faith and the absence of whiteness in God. It lays out her case that the racist uses of God employed by many who call themselves Christian are in fact sinful acts.

The main flaw in the book, I felt, was not enough attention given to Native American genocide and the blatant lies and corruption in the various treaties unfaithfully represented, negotiated, and then broken by the supposed chosen race with its supposed superior culture. Douglas does spend a fair amount of time, however, on the importance of the Bible’s Exodus chapter and its role in white supremacy (that is, the Anglo-Saxon myth) in the early white Christian Americans’ self-narrative. Exodus chronicles God’s freeing of the Israelites from slavery in Egypt and into a “land of milk and honey.” Exodus itself, she points out, shows the troubling roots of exceptionalism: when promising to lead the Israelites to this new land where they would be free, God also promises to help them wipe out the Indigenous people who already live there. Paraphrasing theologian Delores Williams, Douglas writes that:

“If one takes into account the full exodus story, and not simply the event of a peoples’ deliverance from bondage, then it soon becomes clear that God does not show a concern for the freedom of all people. . . . The exodus story also reveals a God who permits victims to make victims of others,” who has no problem with non-Hebrew slavery, and who sanctions genocide. “The exodus story does indeed reveal troubling contradictions in understanding the freedom of God. Moreover, it portrays a God who sanctions Manifest Destiny missions. These contradictions are not to be casually dismissed.”

(The relevant verses are Exodus 23: 22-33 and Exodus 34: 11-16 in the New International Version [NIV] of the Bible. For example, Exodus 23: 23, “My angels will go ahead of you and bring you into the land of the Amorites, Hittites, Perizzites, Canaanites, Hivites and Jebusites, and I will wipe them out.” And 23: 30, “Little by little I will drive them out before you, until you have increased enough to take possession of the land.”)

The myth of Anglo-Saxons extends even further back, Douglas writes, into an older notion of the Caucasians, an imagined elite branch of “Urfolk,” Indo-Europeans originally from the Asian steppes. This deeper myth originated in a search for human origins that mixed itself up with philology research on the roots of Anglo-Saxon languages, which led to the Asian steppe and the myth of a “specific, gifted people—the Indo-Europeans—who spilled out from the mountains of central Asia to press westward following the sun” (quoted from Reginald Horsman’s 1981 book Race and Manifest Destiny) and eventually migrated to Germany to become the people Tacitus revered.

§ The full passage (text of the Oxford translation with introduction by Edward Brooks, Jr., via Project Gutenberg) reads:

“Contiguous to the Tencteri were formerly the Bructeri; but report now says that the Chamavi and Angrivarii, migrating into their country, have expelled and entirely extirpated them, with the concurrence of the neighboring nations, induced either by hatred of their arrogance, love of plunder, or the favor of the gods towards the Romans. For they even gratified us with the spectacle of a battle, in which above sixty thousand Germans were slain, not by Roman arms, but, what was still grander, by mutual hostilities, as it were for our pleasure and entertainment. May the nations retain and perpetuate, if not an affection for us, at least an animosity against each other! since, while the fate of the empire is thus urgent, fortune can bestow no higher benefit upon us, than the discord of our enemies.”

Truly a stand-up guy, Tacitus.

Wolves and kinship

Walking composition

“It’s really difficult for me to see a forest, or the ocean, or the sky, or the earth as being something that I’m not a part of. It’s completely beyond my imagination.” —Stan Rushworth

Last week I saw the news that twenty wolves whose packs are based in Yellowstone National Park had been killed. One pack is considered gone completely. This is before Montana’s new trapping season, which now allows baiting and luring wolves, begins.

I will try, in the future, to share the work of an organization that helps Montana ranchers coexist with wolves and grizzly bears by using education and volunteer Range Riders, but right now I have no room for that. Because this isn’t about coexistence. When the Montana legislature debated new regulations for wolf hunting last year, there was little in the conversation about balance or respect for life—or, heck, even about predators’ impact on ranchers—and a whole lot of barely disguised glee at the prospect of permissive violence, often via explicitly cruel methods, toward a species whom many human cultures have been bent on controlling or eliminating for centuries.

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The truth is, I am wordless with grief. How to coexist is a tangled question that requires real-world understanding of humans’ place in nature and our use of it. It’s not this, though. This is extinction, and that aim has been directed at far too many forms of life for far too long, including our own.

It’s hard to pull these words out, to say anything, especially knowing that this grief is only a shadow of that felt by people who’ve seen this kind of self-righteous violence clearly for much longer than I have. All I want to do, honestly, is sit around a campfire with close friends and drink beer and cry. Perhaps then I could take a deep breath and try to recommit to believing that humanity can be better than this. That we are better than this.

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I should be wordless with grief about other things, and often am. But there are a few things that center in my own heart how I feel about the world and our relationship to it, among them wolves, water, trees, children’s freedom of self-determination and joy. With these things, I don’t have many words. I can only say that how we treat them indicates to me how we would be willing to treat anyone else. I come back, again and again, to Joe Wilkins’s novel Fall Back Down When I Die (which also revolves around the killing of a wolf), and his astute understanding of the attitudes and feelings of rightful ownership over the rest of life that people use to justify treating it this way:

“He knew then what the difference was between them and the others—they thought they were owed something. . . . Someone had told them they were owed something. He wasn’t yet sure who, hadn’t had time to think that through, but that’s what they thought, that it wasn’t fair. . . . But it wasn’t like it was all of a sudden hard. It wasn’t the EPA or the BLM making it all of a sudden hard. It had always been hard. That’s why the wolves were coming back. They were built for it. They didn’t worry about what was owed to them. They lived how the land demanded.”

Maybe that’s why the words are hard. Because I should be listening instead to what the land asks of me.

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Some stuff to read or listen to:

  • An audio reading of famous Russian poet Marina Tsvetaeva’s poem “No One Has Taken Anything Away” in The American Scholar, translated into English.

  • Psychoanalyst Josh Cohen writing in Aeon on the meaning of anger, the personal and the political and how they feed into one another: “When a claim for justice is dismissed, anger is liable to take on a life of its own. We are living in a world of proliferating and often conflicting angry demands for recognition. In terrorism, populist authoritarianism and online hate, we see some of the consequences of their denial.”

  • Philosophy professor Myisha Cherry speaking on the Smarty Pants podcast (produced by The American Scholar) about her new book The Case for Rage on the uses of anger in social justice movements (I’m sensing a theme here).

  • Yuvan Aves’s work on citizen science in India, and its role in education and democracy: “I want to see the scope, potential and future of Indian Citizen Science through these political lenses. Of it becoming, in various spheres, a form of direct democracy. Where it can facilitate knowledge-making, progress, policy, and processes – ground-up and side-by-side. A thinking, informed, proactive citizenry ensures good governance. Or rather governs itself for the most part.”

  • An excellent interview on Frontiers of Commoning with Jose Luis Vivero Pol on treating food as a commons, not a commodity: “Food is essential for human beings. . . . It is a human right, a public good, and a commons.”

  • In Sapiens, what examination of tree rings in a 1629 shipwreck’s surviving wood can tell us about wood industry economics in 1600s Europe. (The most valuable wood came form Lower Saxony in Germany, and I’m reminded of the fact that Karl Marx first stewed over his ideas of class by observing the loss of the commons as German forests were harvested for foreign industrial uses.)

  • Alex Wolfe is walking America despite—or to demonstrate—its built-in unwalkability: “The initial inspiration for Wolfe’s work was ‘not born out of an eco-friendly, advocacy lens,’ he said, but navigating so many roads and thoroughfares on foot made him realize the ‘subtle kind of stress you carry with you in these spaces’ when you’re not traveling at 60 miles per hour ensconced in a few thousand pounds of steel.”

Halos and hope

Walking composition

“Ah, ah beats our lungs and we are racing into the waves.
Though there are worlds below us and above us, we are straight ahead.”
—from “Ah, Ah,” by Joy Harjo

I kept trying to write a post about hope and then I couldn’t write about hope because I’m not a hopeful sort of person but also try to avoid the pit of hopelessness because there be dragons there, and not the justice-seeking young dragons in Wings of Fire but the Smaug kind of dragons that want to eat your ponies.

There are these two quotes that chase each other around in my head on a regular basis: “Hope is a longing for a future condition over which we have no agency,” and “We are exploring the deep ethics of optimism.” Somehow, in whatever world my mind lives in, it in some way believes both. They fail to cancel each other out even though it feels like they should. I run into people’s hopelessness all the time these days, and sympathize because I feel it, too, and yet . . .

. . . which is why I keep looking for new words, fuller words, revitalized words. Re-storyfied words, and worlds.

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Pictured above is a sun halo, an effect created by the refraction of light through ice crystals. (A fuller explanation of these, along with light pillars, was given recently by Mike Sowden in his very fun and informative Everything Is Amazing newsletter and accompanying Twitter thread.) The first time I saw one was five or six years ago in almost the exact same location, though that one was even larger and more distinct. I can still feel the cold weather and ice in my face as I stood staring at it, thinking what my reaction would have been to this phenomenon several hundred or thousand years ago. It was so enormous, and even knowing I could go home and search online for a scientific explanation, I couldn’t shake the feeling of some kind of celestial act, something aware of me, coming for me.

It wasn’t, though. It was just there, the light and my eyes and the ice in the air telling my mind that something other-worldly hovered above. Terrifying. Glorious.

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I recently listened to an interview with Pat McCabe, a Diné writer and activist, on the What Could Possibly Go Right? podcast that reminded me that I find hope, and much more, in thinking that shifts my perspective. Talking about the recent year’s social justice stories, she said that there was a phenomenon of “co-witnessing” she’s been noticing—a shared seeing of acts that were once hidden or more easily denied: “There’s something about this co-witnessing that is retelling the stories for us. . . . giving us impetus to take bigger risks in relationship, bigger risks in generosity.”

On the same podcast a year earlier, Sherrie Mitchell posited a question for the listeners that seems fitting to walk into this year with: “Whatever it was that kept you from waking up until that moment—you had lived your whole life in a world where these things were going on all around you, and you had not been able to see them until that moment of awakening—so what was it up until that moment that prevented you from waking up? Because that’s where our work exists.”

Life is full of sorrow; life is full of joy. With hope or without, we can always work to create something better.

Bonus photo: Same day, same sun halo, with a light pillar and sundogs, from a different part of the mountain. I cannot get over how incredible these are. Photos don’t really do justice.

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Some stuff to read, listen to, or watch:

  • When posting the recent walking composition on crows, I forgot to include “A Murder of Crows,” a beautiful personal essay by an old friend, Mary Petiet, on crows, loss, and one of the best cats I’ve ever known (and my life has known many, many cats): “There is something to the ancient idea that information can travel on the currents of energy circling the world to manifest in subtle, easy to miss hints. Everything is connected and everything holds a space.”

  • From the Grand Canyon Trust, “The Voices of the Grand Canyon,” a website dedicated to re-storying the Grand Canyon area with the histories and connections of Native societies that have lived there “since time immemorial.”

  • Olga Dobridova writing in MIT Technology Review on Russia’s decades-long history of destroying the Volga River: “The technocratic, goal-oriented thinking of the time had no patience for polite objections from scientists or anything that could interfere with industrial development.” (This report is part of the Review’s current issue on water, and every article in it looks fascinating. But you need to be a subscriber to read all of them.)

  • Henry Wismayer in Aeon addresses the quandary of travel and travel writing, a subject I grapple with privately a great deal, having been devoted to both for much of the early 2000s and in recent years finding myself increasingly unattracted to it (though Colin Thubron can still draw me in): “For while I balked at ‘influencer’ superficiality, I also appreciated that my travel writing was just a more sophisticated version of the same tendency. I wondered how many other people might have been using travel in a similar, medicinal way – to curate a narrative, sometimes at the expense of subjective joy.”

  • Maia Silber writing in Psyche on what the early-1900s debate between Walter Lippmann and Upton Sinclair tells us about how ownership of media shapes our accepted societal, political, and economic narratives: “But Sinclair also got something that Lippmann didn’t want to admit: the agendas of a few men did shape the operations of complex organisations, if imperfectly, indirectly, and with inconsistent results.”

  • From Dark ‘N’ Light magazine, “Dance with Gravity,” a video honoring the Shena Board, an ancient Persian warrior training tool, and its modern iteration in the Earth Board. An article explaining some of the myths and legends in the video accompanies it.

  • In Locus, Cory Doctorow articulates one of the reasons I enjoy science fiction so much (but didn’t realize it): it’s an inherently Luddite genre—seeking to determine what technology is for (usually, to serve power/capital, vs. serving humanity, which was also the Luddites’ main focus). “The Luddites did what every science fiction writer does: they took a technology and imagined all the different ways it could be used – who it could be used for and whom it could be used against. . . . That is many things, but it is not technophobic. Using ‘Luddite’ as a synonym for technophobe is an historically insupportable libel.”

  • And in keeping with the sun halos, here’s an explanation and accompanying diagram of a copy of a 1535 Swedish painting of a sun halo hovering over medieval Stockholm.

Crows and hope/loss

Walking composition

“We are bad at time too. We cannot remember what lived here before we did; we cannot love what is not. Nor can we imagine what will be different when we are dead. We live out our three score and ten, and tie our knots and lines only to ourselves. We take solace in pictures, and we wipe the hills of history.” —H Is for Hawk, Helen Macdonald

It’s been a scramble of a time meeting a copy editing deadline, during which I was frequently weeping at my desk because the book the 5th-graders are studying in this textbook is Veera Hiranandani’s The Night Diary, a fictional account (based on the author’s father’s life) of a family’s experiences during the violent upheaval of India’s Partition in 1947. I learned more than I could have imagined about Partition and the long colonial history of empire in India—part of my job (my favorite part) involves fact-checking, so the question “How long did the British Crown rule India?” led me down a lot of tangled paths. (“Too long” is an easy answer, especially when you count the pre-Crown but England-approved corporate takeover by the East India Company.)

It’s a beautifully written middle grade novel, in the form of a 12-year-old girl’s diary entries to her mother who died in childbirth. The pain of her absent mother mixed with the pain of watching people who’d lived peacefully together most of their lives turn on each other in deceptively simple prose. Even with my eyes aching from hours of staring at Word and Google docs and PDFs, the layers of loss were palpable. Which means as a writer Hiranandani succeeded: we should always be able to feel the shape and weight of loss, but it’s something many cultures, including my own, hide from.

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Walking home from school drop-off, I’ve been trying to pay more attention to crows and magpies, much maligned birds (along with ravens) who’ve always shown up in some of my favorite fantasy novels as signs of ill or evil. But as people understand more about crows and ravens—and magpies—I’ve found myself drawn to them. It started when I was hunting a few years ago, alone deep in silent woods except for a scolding squirrel, and a raven flew overhead with a kind of liquid call I’d never heard before (I thought it was a crow but later described the call to a birder friend, who corrected me). What goes on in these woods when people aren’t around is what I thought then and continue to think, even when I’m there and try to persuade myself to stop walking and just sit and listen.

It’s hard to stop walking, even though most of the hunting I do would be better off for it. But the woods when it’s winter and you’re the only person in them and not going anywhere in particular are pure magic, a draw, like you’ve got a spell put over you by some magical being in a fairy tale. Whether for good or ill, though, I’ve yet to find out.

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It’s natural, for me at least, to feel a bit of hope and uplift at the end of a year. Kind of like the start of September, when school years were just starting and you hadn’t had a chance to fall behind on homework yet.

The despair of present reality mixes with these little cycles of uplift, not just for me but for many people I’ve been hearing from. The Night Diary reminded me yet again that most of my perceptions about history, my time, and my place in it, are illusory. The things I fear have been part of far too many people’s reality for far too long. Not just decades or centuries, but thousands of years.

I hope more people find a way to face the present and at every turn take the next step, however hesitantly, to connect with others and walk through . . . whatever this is together, rather than turning away, or walling ourselves off or in. As the motto for Mutual Aid says, all we have, truly, is each other. But we also have this planet, a miraculous place that might help us find a path through the fires if we can learn to love it again.

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Some stuff to read:

  • A crow in Oregon made friends with kids in an elementary school, and proved that crows can learn to swear.

  • A beautifully woven essay by Kim Steutermann Rogers about albatrosses and a different kind of loss, an absence, in Atticus: “Every year, I watch as these two females show up, scratch a nest cup out of dirt and leaves, and lay their eggs. Then, they take shifts, waiting for a chick to pip its way to freedom. But it never does. There are no chicks. The eggs aren’t fertilized.”

  • Someone sent me this intriguing, winding essay in The Learned Pig by Dave Borthwick, about place and land and the stories a field holds: “You walk the place and try to know something of it, but it does not know itself. You do not have a farmer’s eye, or a farmer’s work. You wish only to find a place you can think along with, raise a family in. You cannot predict when you might be asked to leave. In this, you realise, you share commons with those whose stories you cannot trace.”

  • Brown Political Review has discovered the wonders of Henry George’s Land Value Tax: “In addition to its desirable efficiency, land value taxation radically changes the incentives around land use, potentially helping housing-starved cities kickstart new development.”

  • I loved Joe Wilkins’s personal essay in High Country News on fire, and the question of what burns to light our lives.

  • I don’t have podcast recommendations because I used all my listening time either on Third Squad, which I’ve already recommended and still do even though it’s hard, and listening to the entire Stolen series. Which I did not like (I felt like the host meant well but missed a lot about place and colonialism that seem essential to the story here), and am curious if others have listened and did.

Public good(s) and the case of the missing bus

I was at a meeting this week about public transportation in my town—what we have of it—and during one of our many tangents into how we could actually get viable transit throughout the valley, at least among the three main cities, I happened to mention that my car had broken down over the weekend, and that I had jury duty later in the week. At the county courthouse in the next town over, about 15 miles away.

I hadn’t seriously considered taking the public bus to jury duty because the last time I’d checked the schedule service was almost nonexistent in the early hours. But it was still a bit of a startle to have it affirmed that, “You can’t get to Kalispell now.” On the bus. Because there is no longer service.

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I became a little obsessed with buses while researching my book. I had a lot of time to think about the neglect of bus services while trying to get to Happisburgh, a little village on the Norfolk coast where 800,000-year-old fossilized footprints had been found. If you didn’t have a car, it was only accessible by bus, and only on some days and at some times:

“The timetable, like the Rosetta Stone, still held some unanswered questions. Some buses only ran on school days, some only on non-school Mondays-through-Fridays, some stops at certain times were only by request, and some villages seemed to get passed over completely at certain times of day. Happisburgh was one of them.”

The driver could drop me at the next village over, several miles away, which did me little good because I needed to get back to Norwich to catch a train to London to get my flight home the next morning. The next village over would mean I’d miss the last bus on the main line back to Norwich.

Too much of our world is bent around the needs of cars, but when it comes to buses it sometimes feels like you’re asking for free desert at a restaurant just because, something that you’re scorned for even presuming to ask for, rather than a basic public service. San Francisco, supposedly a transit-first city, only just voted last week to remove legal parking spots from in front of bus stops.

In the cities I went to while researching the book—New York, Denver, Minneapolis, and elsewhere, the first thing I did was try to find where the public bus service picked up at the airport (or train line in the U.K). It wasn’t easy. Wayfinding for buses isn’t often kept up, nor are the bus shelters, schedules, or other kinds of signage. I was often reminded of when I lived in Sydney, Australia, in my early twenties and took the bus over an hour into work every day, but good luck finding a schedule if you weren’t already physically on the bus and could grab a leaflet. Nottingham in the U.K. was the only place I visited where the bus service actually felt like a service, transportation that treated its users with respect, like they deserved to go places whether they had a car or not.

It got to the point where I felt like you could tell everything about how a city values its residents—and which residents it values—by comparing the bus system to a bike share service if it had one. In Minnesota’s Twin Cities, for example, it was difficult to find accurate maps of where buses were going and where they stopped, much less an up-to-date schedule that didn’t require good phone service for website access.

But its bike share? New and snazzy and well maintained, up to and including excellent, detailed maps of the city and the system at every station.

The U.S. in particular has a poor relationship with bus services. Those in charge of making sure they run well don’t often seem to think much of the needs of people they’re meant to serve, at least in urban areas.

Yet I’ve learned from transit advocates over the years that buses are truly crucial components to a workable public transportation system in the U.S. Too much of our infrastructure is built for cars, and something like Bus Rapid Transit is about the only thing easily adaptable to the existing road network.

Compare that with Britain, which doesn’t have perfect bus service (as I found on my adventures trying to get to Happisburgh), but does have enough to have led to this delightful write-up on Mike Sowden’s Everything is Amazing of an equally delightful Twitter thread of British civil servant Jo Kibble’s adventures seeing how far you could get from London, via bus, in 24 hours. As Kibble later observed (though the trip was made for fun, not to make a point),

“Bus networks are a very important part of building a fairer country and an economic system that works for more people.”

Bikes are great transportation, but a bike share network does not serve the same purpose as a comprehensive and reliable bus system in spread-out cities whose original public transportation (usually tram lines) was removed decades ago in favor of highways and private cars.

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In rural areas, public transportation can be a very difficult subject to make progress on. Maybe particularly in areas that were recently rural and are well on their way to being more urban but don’t want to admit it. Areas like mine where traffic is becoming a stressor at certain times but not yet a nightmare and widening roads still seems like a viable option.

(It’s not.)

My spouse managed to fix our car (corroded battery leads), and my jury duty seems to be canceled, but the problem of how I get around my valley—how all of us get around this valley—without a car remains. We have county commissioners who think bike and pedestrian paths are for elite liberal people (this is, I’m sorry to say, not an exaggeration) and who more fundamentally believe that government should not spend money, or more to the point shouldn’t exist at all.

The concept of “public good” in places like this has been eroded to the point of erasure, whether it’s public transportation, the public library, or public health.

How we perceive these problems matter. How we frame them, how we see our own roles as citizens and residents and community members, how we imagine the potentials of our possible futures—all of them depend on the paths we choose to take now, today. They depend on the possibilities we consider, and the paths that we close off.

Disability Rights Washington has faced the state’s transportation gaps straight on, asking state legislators to participate in a Week Without Driving to bring home the reality that transit isn’t an issue for elites, or only for small population groups—their surveys found that 36% of age-eligible Washington residents can’t or don’t drive, and I’m sure other areas would find similar numbers. For many, not driving is an everyday reality; but it could become an issue for anyone, at any time, like if you break a leg, or when you have jury duty and your car breaks down. What if that jury duty had instead been my job, or a child’s urgent medical appointment?

The people mentally and intellectually invested in public transportation in my valley are doing good work, and hard work. What we need, and what many places need, is elected officials and leadership who recognize that public needs exist, as do public goods. The free market has had decades of deregulation and lowered taxes to step up to the plate and has shown at best lack of interest, especially in serving all the public, not just those who can pay premium rates.

Approaching these issues in ways that are remotely effective depends on how we think about the needs of the public. And we need to. We need to do better. Because the public and its needs exists. It’s made of all of us, and it’s not going to disappear, no matter how hard we try to atomize it into autonomous individuals each existing in our own universes, driving around in our cars.

I forgot in my last post to link to this essay I published with Human Parts, on publishing a book (or not) and what “success” means as a writer.