Pivotal Moment in the Green Scare
Bill Rodgers died in a jail cell in Flagstaff, Arizona, fist raised above
him, plastic bag over his head, of an apparent suicide, on the 2005 winter
Two weeks before in Prescott, Bill's baby, the Catalyst Infoshop had
been raided by fifteen federal officers and he was taken away.
Bill was essentially accused of destroying corporate property. If he had
been arrested for these crimes in, say, an EU country, I'm sure Bill would
still be alive today. But the US is not the EU. The prisons of the US are full
of nonviolent offenders, and there are special sentences for some of them.
Bill knew that in America today, he could do like Jeffrey Luers and go to
prison for a very long time. For Bill's property destruction was politically -
ecologically - motivated. Bill apparently chose to end his life rather than
spend it in prison.
The last time I saw Bill was at the Catalyst, a few months before his death.
We were sitting on (or more like enveloped by) some very old couches and
someone was filming an interview for a local Cable Access program, I think.
Bill was a couple years older than me, but with twice as much energy. He was
small, intelligent, full of vitality, full of both good intentions and
actions. He was an unassuming Prescott institution, along with the Catalyst
Bill was part of a sweep of arrests of activists around the US, and more
broadly, part of the US government's efforts to wipe out what it calls "
ecoterrorism." To impose decades-long sentences (Jeffrey Luers was sentenced to a
breathtaking 22 years) on people who have harmed no one, people who have
essentially committed expensive acts of vandalism -- against the corporations that
are destroying our world.
The term "ecoterrorism" was coined by a corporation, by a PR firm from New
York. The laws passed by the Congress giving "ecoterrorists" extra decades
in prison for their alleged crimes were, of course, like most laws in this
alleged democracy, passed at the behest of large corporations.
At the beginning of June Daniel McGowan, Joyanna Zacher, and Jonathan Paul
will be sentenced for their alleged crimes of property destruction. Next
week, at the federal courthouse in Eugene, Oregon, a judge will decide whether
the "terrorism enhancement" law shall be applied to these cases. If applied,
each defendant would receive a mandatory sentence of 20 years on top of
whatever other draconian sentence they will otherwise be receiving. In the same
way communists were once singled out for special punishment, so now are "
ecoterrorists." It's the new Red Scare, the Green Scare.
This May 15th court decision comes at an interesting time. Our country is
waging an illegal war for oil in Iraq in which over 600,000 people have lost
their lives. The ice caps are melting, the oceans are rising, and the
federal government is invading oil-rich nations and giving tax breaks to Americans
for buying Hummers. Last week, a Cuban man named Luis Posada Carrilles was
let back onto the streets of Miami. A free man, though he is known to have
killed 73 people by planting a bomb on a civilian airplane in 1976, among many
other deadly crimes. And the man responsible for blowing up Greenpeace's
ship in 1985 while it was docked in New Zealand, killing one, is now living in
Virginia and selling arms to the US government.
But real terrorists like Posada are not our government's concern.
International law, illegal wars and mass deaths of innocent civilians are just fine.
Global warming is just fine. "Ecoterrorists" are the problem, the FBI's
enemy #1, by their own admission. And in September, 2001 what was the FBI's
biggest, most expensive ongoing campaign? Right. Not Al-Qaeda, but the
nonviolent acts of property destruction carried out by the Earth Liberation Front.
Of course, Muslims are also the new bogeymen. Just as anyone in the 1980's
who defended the sovereignty of nations in Latin America was called a "
communist," now anyone defending the soverignty of nations in the Middle East are
called "terrorists" or "Islamists." There have even been transparently
ridiculous efforts on the part of the State Department to link supporters of Hugo
Chavez with Al-Qaeda. In the modern era, you don't even need to commit a
crime or "conspire" (with FBI infiltrators/provacateurs) to commit a crime.
You need only open your mouth.
Such is the case with devout Muslim university professor Dr. Sami Al-Arian,
who has been in prison in Florida for years now. But this is also true of
Sherman Austin, a young man from California who recently served a year in
prison because someone posted a crude, easily-available smoke bomb recipe on his
And it is terrifyingly true in the case of Rod Coronado, who is being
threatened with a 25-year prison sentence for a speech he gave in 2003 in which he
answered a student's question about an action for which he served years in
prison in the early 1990's.
There is a thread running through all of this - the war in Iraq, the
criminalization of Muslims in the US and around the world, and the criminalization
of environmentalists, particularly those involved with the activities of the
ELF. That is, the interests of massive energy corporations. It was due to
lobbying efforts by energy companies masquerading as the pseudo-eco "Wise Use
Movement" that led Bill Clinton to pass the 1997 law criminalizing speech,
under which Rod Coronado is facing his shockingly draconian sentence.
Much, however, has been written by people with far more legal knowledge than
I about the nature and technicalities of the various new medieval laws under
which many good people are facing outrageous prison terms. I would like to
take a moment to talk about the nature of the alleged crimes of many of the
accused here. I don't know if they are "guilty" or "innocent" here and I
wish them all the best either way. Our government has spent centuries framing
activists for crimes they didn't commit, so if they are innocent and facing
these charges, I would not be the least bit surprised. If they are guilty,
however, I say good for them for having done everything of which they are
I want to be very clear here that I am speaking only for myself, and I don't
represent the accused, or any organization.
Having said that, who is the Earth Liberation Front? They are my friends,
neighbors, colleagues, lovers. And (particularly given that you are reading
this, and probably reading it because you're part of the progressive
community that reads stuff written by people like me) they're probably yours, too.
The names are irrelevant, the specifics irrelevant.
They grew up in North America, at a certain time in history, at the end of
the twentieth century. Like most of our society, most of them came from the
suburbs, they went to high school, they eventually went to college. Like many
of the somewhat more privileged elements of our society, they traveled
around the country as youths, they saw it, they drew certain conclusions, and they
decided they had to act on these conclusions.
They grew up in places like Connecticut.
Growing up between the woodsy New York suburbs of Fairfield County and the
smaller towns of Litchfield County, "Housatonic" was one of my first words.
Since I was a child I was aware that I was not to touch this lovely river
that winds through the town I grew up in because it was poisoned by PCB's dumped
into it by companies like General Electric and Eastman-Kodak. This massive
watershed has been poisoned since I can remember. For decades it was known
by fishermen and those drinking the water and getting sick from it that the
water was being poisoned, but nothing was done about it.
When I was young, Wilton, Connecticut was a suburb and had long since lost
all of its farms, but it was a woodsy suburb. Like so many other towns around
the US in the 70's and 80's, the woods were replaced each year by more and
more houses, and what I thought of as my backyard got smaller and smaller.
Part of my backyard was a 700-acre watershed with a reservoir in it, a local
water supply. When I was a child it was always full, but by the time I was a
teenager it was often nearly empty, as more and more people moved into the
area and used more and more water, and as droughts started happening with
The main road going through town was a two-lane road, Route 7, with woods
lining much of it on either side. Later it became an unrecognizeable mass of
parking lots and strip malls. As I grew up, left home, and started feeding my
desire to see the country, I was appalled to find that most of it had
already been destroyed far more thoroughly than Wilton.
I saw New Jersey, where much of my extended family lived, and south Florida,
where one set of my grandparents moved to when I was a teenager. I couldn't
believe people could live in these places, where what used to be the
landscape was completely unrecognizeable, covered with asphalt, highways, parking
lots, condominiums, and sports utility vehicles stuck in traffic as far as the
eye can see.
And indeed, were the people really living? In such an alienating
environment, more and more of them were turning towards pharmaceutical drugs in order to
cope with this life they had inherited from the corporations. Time and
again, the few who attempted to stop this "progress" -- this process of turning
the world into a giant Wal-Mart -- were defeated, one community after another
destroyed, physically, psychologically, the forests decimated, the common
areas gone, even the sidewalks.
The downtowns closed, one after another, replaced by alien landscapes only
accessible by car. What was left of the gutted former cities of places like
New Jersey was populated by impoverished, unemployed people surrounded by
abandoned and boarded-up buildings, the downtowns replaced by soulless suburbs
indistinguishable from each other except that the chain stores appear in a
different order depending on the town, if the word "town" can accurately be used
to describe these places.
When it seemed like there couldn't possibly be more highways, there were
more. When it seemed the strip malls couldn't possibly be uglier and more
impersonal, they became bigger, uglier and without the modicum of public space the
first ones often had. When it seemed public transportation couldn't
possibly get any worse, in so many places it ceased to exist altogether. When it
seemed the general population couldn't get any less healthy that it was,
somehow pharmaceutical drug use increased even more, people got even more obese,
and there was yet another spate of high school massacres to add to the last
And so many people just seemed to accept this new reality. New generations
were born that never knew life could be any different. The concept of a
neighbor, a front porch, or a bicycle became a thing of distant memories and old
movies. The cancer rate grew and then it grew faster, but people would say
this is how life is, cancer has always been with us, it just wasn't diagnosed
before. It's easy to prove that this isn't true, since there are societies
outside the US to compare ourselves to, but nobody talked about that on TV,
and most people never heard about these places, never traveled to them.
Wal-Mart doesn't pay people enough to take vacations outside of New Jersey, let
alone to other countries. But they do pay just enough to keep the car running
and to get the next prescription of Prozac.
Having spent much of my childhood hiking in the forests of northwestern
Connecticut, on the Appalachian Trail, I spent a summer in the forests of western
North Carolina. Although on the map you can see that 10% of the US land mass
is identified as "National Forest," I learned firsthand what that misnomer
really meant. Much of it would more appropriately be called National
Sacrifice Zones. I learned that the main job of the Forest Service is to subsidize
logging operations and clean up the mess afterwards. I saw clearcut after
clearcut. Eroded hillsides covered in stumps, mud sliding into stream after
stream. Mountaintops covered with dead trees, killed by beetles emboldened
by climate change.
I saw Louisiana. First the "National Forest" tree farms in the north of
the state, then the coast. I drove and drove for hundreds of miles along the
coast, smelling the stench of the oil industry that had laid waste to
everything from Mississippi to Texas. I saw the flames shooting wildly out of the
smokestacks, tried to imagine how anybody could live in such an environment.
Fisheries devastated, communities ruined, economies struggling, the only jobs
left being on the oil rigs and refineries that constantly mar the coastline,
spewing carcinogens, the EPA never to be seen.
I saw the people there on the Gulf Coast living in the midst of a distopian
nightmare, their trailers and little houses sandwiched between the highways
and smokestacks, just to keep all the miserable occupants of the suburbs of
New Jersey and Connecticut and Florida in their SUVs, driving to the next mall,
driving to their jobs, ever further and further away, ever harder to find.
I saw Los Angeles. I had never been to a city where there was so much smog
you couldn't see the sky. Everything was grey. I read about how LA used to
have a great trolley system, but it was bought by GM and Exxon and destroyed,
along with the mass transit systems in other cities they bought in order to
destroy. Somehow this was allowed to happen. Somehow civil society couldn'
t stop it. I read about the cancer rate and the number of people with asthma
there, one of the highest rates in the country, mostly because of all the
cars spewing smog into the soup bowl that is LA.
LA, one more of so many examples of what happens when massive corporations
are able to make all the important decisions. It's good for Exxon and GM, so
we will have suburbs. It's good for Exxon and GM, so we will have endless
expanses of highways, malls and cars. It's good for Exxon and GM, so the
natural world will be systematically destroyed and replaced by asphalt. Society
will be systematically destroyed and replaced by people kept alive by inhalers,
chemotherapy and psych drugs. It's good for Exxon and GM, so we will send
our young people off to die and kill off half the Muslim world.
And so many times I wondered, don't the billionaires also breath the air?
Are they happy with all their money? Will they be happy once they're living
in climate-controlled bubbles? Maybe if the bubbles are big enough... ? Won't
it also affect them when the oceans rise? Maybe not when they only rise
one foot, or two, but twenty... ? Wouldn't they also rather live in a sane
society, or are their imaginations as damaged as those of so many of the people
living in the suburbs they have created for us? Or do they just live on pure
cynicism, figuring if they don't profit from this madness, someone else will,
and the economic system they've been fuelling all their lives is unstoppable,
so just let it be... ? That's life, that's death, it was a nice world once
upon a time.
There in the west, there at the end of the continent, I went north. Like so
many other people, when I first visited Muir Woods just north of San
Francisco it changed me forever.
It was like going back in time, way back. The forest felt alive, sentient.
The trees were so massive they blocked out the sky. Some were two hundred
feet tall, ten feet wide, unlike anything I had ever seen or heard of.
Someone from an environmental group was handing out literature there.
Almost the entire west coast had been full of forests like this, up and down the
coast, from the ocean to the mountains. These were some of the very few that
remained. Many of these trees had been there since before Columbus first
began pillaging the Americas. Some of them were older than Jesus.
Many of the remaining few were in private hands, belonging to energy
corporations that had inherited their vast expanses of land through theft, bribery
and government handouts, corporate welfare. The rest was on "National Forest"
land. Most of it was being logged at a rate faster than the logging of the
And what was being done with these indescribably majestic trees? These
magical beings that took my breath away, that had such an impact on everyone I
ever brought to the coast to see them? These ancient creatures that converted
me to paganism overnight, that filled me simultaneously with calm and
excitement, hope and despair, that made me feel truly whole for the first time.
Were they at least making beautiful musical instruments or homes with these
forces of nature?
Toilet paper. They were making toilet paper.
There are lines that must be drawn. Everybody has their breaking point.
There is a point at which you just have to say no. This just cannot happen.
There is a point at which you cannot rationalize anymore, cannot tolerate
anymore, cannot just keep living, pretending everything will somehow work out.
There's a point at which you have to take a stand, do something. There is a
point at which you just can't compromise anymore with yourself.
A point at which you decide that the utter desperate urgency of the
situation must be reflected by urgent action. A point at which you decide that all
the talking, the legal wrangling, the fundraising, the benefit concerts, the
community radio, the education, even the civil disobedience is all good, all
needed, but something more must be done, something direct, clear,
There is a point where some people decide that fire must be met by fire.
The point where you realize that tomorrow this bulldozer is going to destroy
this ancient forest, and therefore this bulldozer must be destroyed, right now.
A point where you decide that this suburb cannot continue to grow and
destroy what little is left of the natural world around it. A point at which the
offending luxury housing development must be burned to the ground, before
anybody moves into it, while there is still a memory of what the landscape used
to look like, what it could look like again. A point at which you decide
that this SUV dealership simply cannot continue to sell these SUV's that are
giving us all cancer and warming the globe, it must be stopped, now.
Or at least the point must be made, eloquently, directly, brightly, in a way
that lights up the night and sends a clear message, like a fiery beacon.
At the core, it's really just conservationism. The desire to conserve what
little remains of the natural world. Just the desire to keep things from
getting even worse. To preserve this little bit that's left, at least that.
The IPCC reports are clear and unequivocal. Climate change is going to kill
us all if we don't stop it. This climate change, so clearly driven by the
energy companies that create government policies around the world, is soon
going to end life as we know it, unless we change the way society functions.
The scientists are clear that this can in fact be done. We can live where we
work, turn the suburbs back into farms, ride bicycles, build solar power plants
and windmills, recycle everything, it can all be done, if the energy
companies and their servile governments will just get out of the way and let sanity
These energy companies, these leaders of the "free world," these people
making the decisions that keep our society flying towards the proverbial brick
wall, these people are murderers. They're not just killing Iraqi children and
US soldiers -- they are literally killing us all. Yet no one among the "
environmental extremists" has ever acted on the desire for vengeance that makes
so many of our hearts so heavy so much of the time. No one has responded
violently to the unspeakably violent crimes that are wreaked upon us all on a
daily basis. No resident of LA or Houston or Phoenix, while dying of cancer, has
ever used her dying days to take revenge against the leaders of the
corporations who are responsible for her death, who are killing her.
Instead, the violence in the environmental community has been a one-way
street, with the killing of David Chain in the redwood forests near the end of
the last century, with police systematically using brutal methods to suppress
peaceful dissent, with the bombing of Judy Bari and Darryl Cherney's car in
Oakland, perhaps carried out by the very "intelligence agencies" that are
persecuting activists today.
These alleged "ecoterrorists" have hurt no one. All they have allegedly
done is destroy property, by various means, being careful not to harm a single
human being or animal in the process. Destroyed property which, in a sane
society, no corporation could possibly have the right to own. Because in a
sane society, we all have an inalieable right to clean air, clean water and soil
that is not poisoning our food. Therefore these corporations cannot, under
the rule of any sane system of law, be allowed to clearcut the forests, dump
chemicals in the rivers, or pave over mile after mile of land and sell SUVs
on it. Property used this way cannot possibly be theirs. And if it is, it
cannot possibly have any value, when the damage it causes is accounted for.
This property, in fact, is more than worthless. Anyone destroying it should
be paid for their time and effort in the form of carbon credits at least!
The last time I was in Dublin the show was organized by a woman who had only
a few months earlier been preparing to spend years behind bars. But the
jury there in Ireland found her and four other activists not guilty for the
alleged crimes they had committed.
It happened almost exactly ten years after another not guilty verdict for
similar alleged crimes committed in Britain. In both cases, the judges had
allowed the cases to be put into context, something that rarely happens in
so-called courts of law.
In both cases, the actions committed involved taking sledgehammers to
military aircraft in order to prevent them from being used to kill people overseas.
By decommissioning the planes as they did, the juries in both cases found
that the activists were merely enforcing international and national law, which
was in fact being broken by the governments of the UK and Ireland.
The juries found that it was illegal for the UK to be selling these planes
to Indonesia, since it was clear beyond a reasonable doubt that Indonesia was
going to use these planes, as was their common practice at the time, to bomb
civilians in East Timor. In Ireland they found that US warplanes using
Shannon Airport as a military base was in violation of Irish law, and these
warplanes being used to maintain the occupation of Iraq was also in violation of
I'm not a legal expert and I don't know what laws might or might not be
applicable in the case of these environmentalists who are facing the prospect of
spending decades of their precious lives in the hell that is known as the US
prison system. What I do know, beyond any doubt whatsoever, is that anyone
who destroys the infernal machines that are laying waste to our beautiful
world is a hero to me. Their actions should be celebrated, and certainly
defended unequivocally. They should not spend a single hour in any prison. They
should be found not guilty on all counts.
A few months ago I received an email with a press report in Ontario about an
ELF action there that had just occurred. In their press release they quoted
a verse from one of my songs. It was a proud day in the life of this
songwriter. (But perhaps that's the real reason I was just banned from entering
Canada for the next year...?)
May the elves of the forests breed and multiply, before it's too late. For
this beautiful world is not here for massive corporations to terrorize,
pillage and destroy. It is here for people like you and I and Bill Rodgers to
live long lives in, in harmony with the wild earth, to cherish, to steward, to
enjoy - and to save for future generations.
To read more about the Green Scare and get involved, go to
_www.greenscare.org_ ( http://www.greenscare.org/) . To find out how industrial capitalists
are killing off your community, go to _www.scorecard.org_
( http://www.scorecard.org) . To read more essays on other subjects, go to _www.davidrovics.com_
( http://www.davidrovics.com) and click on Songwriter's Notebook.
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