from Jacqueline
I’ve been
on book tour this past week, the beginning of a 4-week stint of travel hither
and thither across these United States of America. And thus far, with
July 4th approaching (and when you read this, it will be here of
course), I have seen this country in all her glory decked out to welcome the
day we celebrate Independence, and if nothing else underlines that freedom, the
young woman I saw in Houston, Texas wearing skintight leggings and matching
T-shirt emblazoned with the Stars and Stripes certainly had a good try!
“Oh say can you see
…” took on a completely new meaning!
At one bookstore
I was asked a question that comes up occasionally at these events – “What do
you do about writer’s block?” I answered, “I try not to get it.”
Then, more seriously I explained my reason for having little patience with
myself if I feel myself headed in the direction of “block” (and you’ve heard it
here on Naked Authors before):
“This might sound
harsh,” I said. “But here’s the bottom line – I was born in a free
country – Britain – where I was given leave to express myself without
fear. For the past 24 years I have called America home – another country
where we are given leave to express ourselves. And even if sometimes we
think that’s not true, every day when I sit down to write, whether to tell a
story, to express an opinion or to report an event, I do not fear that someone
will break down my door and haul me off to chain me up in a cell. Or
worse. As a fourteen year old I could write whatever I wanted and not
fear a gunman in the street taking aim at me, a man representing other men who
didn’t like what women were saying (referring to Malala Yousafzai). How
dare I have writer’s block when there are millions who would risk their lives
to have my freedoms.”
In her book, WHEN
WOMEN WERE BIRDS, Terry Tempest Williams wrote, “Democracy demands we speak and
act outrageously.” With that in mind, here’s a potted account of an event
described in Tempest Williams’ book – and it serves as a reminder that each and
every one of us has a voice – and when we come together with like-minded souls,
there is much we can achieve.
In 1995 more than
70% of people in Utah wanted more wilderness. They advocated the
Citizens’ Proposal which effectively protected 5.7 million acres of wilderness
in the state. Having been promised that the citizenry would be heard and
respected, one month after several hearings (when it seemed the interests of
big business, or at least the money trail, was also heard and respected),
Congressman Jim Hansen and Senator Orrin Hatch presented the 1995 Utah Public
Lands Management Act, which proposed protection of only 1.8 million acres out
of 22 million acres administered by the Bureau of Land Management. Says
Tempest Williams, “It was a slap in the face of democracy, a betrayal of public
trust in the name of our public commons.”
When it looked as
if the fight was lost, Tempest Williams met with fellow writer, Stephen
Trimble, and over coffee they planned a last-ditch attempt to stop the
wholesome ravaging of a beloved place. They petitioned a cadre of
writers, all familiar with the Red Rock Wilderness, to pen an essay with the
intention creating a compilation. Within three weeks they had twenty
original pieces. They pulled in a designer who worked for free, and received
money to go to print from a local foundation - $6000. A copy of the
resulting anthology – TESTIMONY: Writers Of The West Speak On Behalf Of The
Utah Wilderness – was placed in the hands of every member of Congress. A press
conference was held. A reporter from the Washington Post called the book
“A waste of time.” Said Stephen Trimble, “Writing is always an act of
faith.”
In 1996 The Utah
Public Lands Management Act of 1995 found its way to the Senate. The
Senate went into filibuster. Senator Bill Bradley rose to his feet.
“With all due respect … these wildlands belong to all Americans, not just those
living in Utah.” He proceeded to read out one of the essays from
beginning to end. One after the other, senators came to their feet, their
voices echoing around the Senate Chamber until every single essay had been read
aloud. The Act died on the Senate floor. Six months later,
President Clinton designated the new Grand Staircase-Escalante National
Monument, protecting nearly two million acres of wilderness in Utah. He
said, “This little book made a difference.”
Of the outcome,
Tempest Williams wrote, “One never knows the tangible effects of literature,
but on that particular day … one could believe in the collective power of a
chorus of voices.”
When I was doing
my homework in preparation for my citizenship exam, there were three elements I
held dear, perhaps before everything else.
One was the
promise held in the opening of the Declaration of Independence:
“We
hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they
are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these
are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.”
To
me, that's poetry.
From
the Constitution the words, “We The People” sent shivers down my spine.
It’s not “We The Few Over Here With The Greenbacks” or “We The Bankers In Wall
Street” or “We The Property Developers With Porsches.” It’s “We The
People.” You and I, and we have a voice, and we should remember that,
because (bringing me to number 3) …
The
First Amendment to the Constitution giving us the right to freedom of
expression and freedom of assembly. And even when all seems lost, as
Tempest Williams proved, the collective voice can count for something. The
right to freedom of speech is a right with muscle, and like all muscles, it
will atrophy if it is not used. Living in a democracy demands nothing
less than we raise our voices to express our truth, individually and
collectively and without fear – with the written word, with song,
with a camera, paints and brushes, whatever is our chosen medium.
Wishing
you a fabulous July Fourth. Now how about this:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wxiMrvDbq3s&feature=kp
That is poetry. Thank you for sharing the story about the public land bill. That's a wonderful story about the public getting more public land as a result of writing an anthology, publishing copies and giving them to every member of the Congress.
ReplyDeleteHappy Fourth of July!
~Diana
from Jacqueline: And thank you for your comment, Diana - happy Fourth to you too!
DeleteWow! And I do mean "wow". Jackie thank you for sharing. It is inspiring and gave me goose pimples. rbb
ReplyDeletefrom Jacqueline: I'm glad you enjoyed the essay, RBB
DeleteGreat commentary. The natural rights protected by the First Amendment are amongst our most precious possessions and heritage from our forefathers. We must take care to preserve them as our children's legacy from us.
ReplyDeletefrom Jacqueline: And thank you for taking time to comment, Larry. The First Amendment is indeed a very precious possession.
DeleteI agree, until I hear someone say something stupid, then I still agree, I'm just disappointed.
ReplyDeleteThank you for this awesome reminder of our freedom. I love seeing America through your eyes.
ReplyDeletefrom Jacqueline: And thank you for leaving a comment here, Henry - I'm glad the essay resonated with you.
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