Waiting for Obama at Cannon Ball ND (Photo: Chase Iron Eyes)
The full June moon known to First Nation peoples as the Strawberry Moon crept over the trees in the east as the sun set over the Sitting Bull memorial at the Standing Rock Indian Reservation. President Obama was scheduled to meet with the tribal council the following day in nearby Cannon Ball, but other than a few tribal flags along Highway 24, things were quiet. Buffalo, horses and cattle grazed peacefully in the rolling green valleys. We had almost completed a 1400-mile trip that began as a visual tour of the proposed Enbridge Sandpiper Pipeline that had raised more questions than it answered.
A representative from Honor the Earth was along for the ride and we sometimes found ourselves sparring over human and environmental impacts of the pipeline project. Were trains better than pipelines, or are pipeline better than trains?
We agreed that oil exploration and extraction in the Bakken Formation was taking a mighty toll on indigenous and white communities alike. The stark difference was that non-native residents of North Dakota seemed to be rolling over to the inevitability of big oil and its impact upon the social, political and environmental landscapes of their communities. Elders in the native communities spoke of a "war" that they were loosing in the effort to preserve a way of life that is intimately connected to the sacred. This includes the ability to see the night sky without having the stars dimmed by gas flaring and the right to protect sacred grounds from development. Elder Marilyn Hudson, a Hidatsa from Fort Berthold, put it this way.
"There has been an undefined battle and we woke up one day and realized we had lost it," Hudson said over lunch at the Wrangler Cafe in Parshall. "The rate of oil development has been overwhelming and we realized something was encroaching, but could not define what it was. What we did know was that no one from the Federal level on down to our tribal council has the best interests of the tribal members in mind."
Hudson decried the disconnect between tribal members and the tribal government. Information about something as basic as the number of pipelines running underground through reservation land is difficult to find. Hudson is still searching for an inclusive map.
The same disconnect was evident in white society. After visiting county courthouses from Grand Forks to Minot, it became clear that officials at the local level had no idea of the location of the proposed Sandpiper route. This included editors at county newspapers, county assessors and planning commissions. There were no detailed maps on file in government offices and Enbridge would not publish GIS coordinates, citing the Patriot Act and national security regarding energy infrastructure as the reason.
We spoke with locals in remote cafes as trains hauling outdated and unsafe DOT 111 tanker cars lumbered and clanked within 30 yards of our indoor booth. We heard stories of land for sale for man camps, women afraid to go to the store at night, robberies, and tree houses coveted as potential housing for oil field roustabouts. There were unsubstantiated rumors of a sex trade and substantiated facts of prostitution and uncontrolled drug use. Hookers and oil workers turned hotels in Minot into man-camps. Many rooms were booked a year in advance and checking in required a 20-minute wait at one major chain while a woman argued for her discount from an oil company.
But we were not equipped, nor did we have the time to investigate the impact on social mores in North Dakota. An investigation of that depth would take months if not years of living in the affected communities. Still, it was impossible to ignore the blatant destruction of once-sleepy and wholesome Midwestern communities. Even if you were to neglect the social impacts, the filth was unavoidable. Cigarette buts, diapers, liquor bottles, mud and gravel littered once clean parking lots and ditches. Potholes were everywhere, and we were hundreds of miles from the main oil patch near Fort Berthold.
A serene way of life seemed to have vanished in an instant.
Marilyn Hudson spoke passionately of the native community. The white community seemed almost indifferent to the disintegration of their society. But white society was relatively new to the landscape. Did this explain the callous disregard we witnessed? Or were they simply disengaged? Too caught up in trying to survive and navigate the great distances of the northern plains as they farmed and went about making a living or enjoying what remained of their golden years. With a population density of less than 10 people per square mile, was white society disconnected from itself?
"I had better keep an eye out. That pipeline might run right through my house." (Elderly waitress joking with us in a rural cafe)
First Nation people have been here for thousands of years and still maintain community on reservation lands.
The truth is opaque, if it is discernible at all.
The maps of the North Dakota pipelines are confusing color-coded slashes and dots of red, blue and green. On most of them, there are no overlays of roads, infrastructure and topography. Our original goal was to find the route of the proposed Enbridge Sandpiper Pipeline as it crosses the North Dakota/ Minnesota border south of Grand Forks and follow it west to its terminus in Beaver Lodge, Dry Fork Township, Williams County. Enbridge had the North Dakota counties and townships published in the Public Land Survey System (PLSS) format, but doing ground truthing on the proposed pipeline turned out to be another story. Actually it became the story, and Enbridge sent us more detailed maps while we were on the road.
But this story is about so much more than a proposed pipeline route.
As the sun was setting over the Sitting Bull memorial at Fort Yates we reflected on the knowledge that Sitting Bull won the battle at Little Big Horn but his people eventually lost the war against colonial rule.
"We woke up and we realized we lost it."
Treaties have been summarily ignored, and we spoke of this with Chase Iron Eyes as the Strawberry Moon rose.
We talked about the Lakota legend of The Trickster and how the people were lured from the safety of the wind caves thousands of years ago to face a life of misery, but that the true measure of a people is their ability to deal with adversity and challenges.
It is the same challenge that the white nation faces. But the non-native nation has no real ancestral ties to the land. The land is expendable. And therein lie the conflict and the potential answers.
Sitting Bull said this:
What treaty have the Lakota made with the white man that we have broken? Not one. What treaty have the white man ever made with us that they ever kept? Not one. When I was a boy the Dakota owned the world"where are the warriors today? Who slew them? Where are our lands? Who owns them?
Perhaps if the white nation would ask these same questions, white society would not be facing the collapse of society on the northern plains.
Who owns the land? Who owns the night sky? Who will protect the health of all nations?
Are we all victims of the Trickster and promises of a better life if we follow the path of money? Where will the money lead? Will we continue to take resources from the grounds of treaty lands and European settlers' farmland? Where will we put the radioactive byproducts of the oil industry? What about water resources? The planet is not manufacturing any more water.
After visiting the jail at the former Fort Yates military post where Sitting Bull was held after his surrender to U.S. military authorities, we took a short tour of the Fort Yates community.
Tribal Headquarters is an imposing structure, but next-door is an aging building that houses the Indian Health Services Hospital.
Photo: Georgianne Nienaber
The handicap ramp at the hospital is falling part. Concrete is crumbling and it is impossible to imagine how a wheel chair can make it up or down safely. The image offers stark symbolism. Will society settle for patching the holes in the earth and in morality that the scramble for resources brings? Or will we pull together and build a better future for the next generations so that our children and grandchildren will not have to navigate a wounded earth with shattered souls?
Cross-posted at LAPROGRESSIVE
Special thanks to Alyssa Hoppe of Honor the Earth