High Country News Feature
Environmental Justice Advocate Ed Abbey?
Tuns out, it's much easier to reread than pin down one of the West's most wily authors.By Jackie Wheeler, Guest Writer, 5-02-11
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Spring semester is winding down, and the students in my course Rhetoric of the Environmental Movement are reading Edward Abbey’s 1968 memoir, Desert Solitaire. After having duly investigated news reports, scientific studies, websites, and environmental impact statements, they appreciate Abbey’s lively and eccentric voice and his vivid descriptions of the landscape of Arches National Park. As we discuss Abbey’s contribution to environmental discourse in the U.S, it’s a treat for me, too, to revisit Cactus Ed each year. I’m always confronted with fresh perspectives and layers that have eluded me in previous readings.
Like my students, I have difficulty pinning any particular genre to Desert Solitaire. It contains, in varying degrees, nature writing, Montaigne-style essay writing, scathing polemic, satire, instruction-manual-style directions, travel narrative and confessional memoir. Where does Abbey stand on environmental preservation? I ask in class.
At first, students want to pin him as a liberal, a libertarian, a primitivist, an anarchist, a romantic or a radical, and they can find passages that seem to support all of these contradictory labels. Likewise, passages are dug up that refute them all. He was a wily, unpredictable dude, both in his writing and his storied personal life and death, and to underscore this I sometimes share “Ed anecdotes” with the students, such as that about his secretive burial in Southern Arizona’s Cabeza Prieta wilderness.
A puzzle piece that’s eluding me this year is Abbey’s views on environmental justice. You might understandably wonder why such a thing would matter in the larger scheme of things. One reason is that Abbey’s works, especially Desert Solitaire and the Monkey Wrench Gang, have likely reached more people than almost any other written material on environmental preservation, many of them outside what might be considered a normal or target audience for such pieces. Both are accessible and somewhat hip and edgy (the latter especially). Both can also be read as parables against technology and its effects, especially pollution, the scourge of the land, but also the poor and ill.
So was Abbey a kind of voice of justice? I’m not sure it’s that easy. In one remarkable passage in Desert Solitaire, Abbey opines that preservation is not only necessary for the usual reasons of ecological and spiritual health, but as “a refuge from authoritarian government.” Sounding eerily like one of my cousins who has watched Red Dawn a few too many times, Abbey lists what he sees as harbingers of impending totalitarianism: urbanization, population growth, mechanization of agriculture, military aggression, gun control, and depletion of wilderness.
If we are to preserve “freedom and innovation,” he writes, we may need wilderness areas to stage “guerilla warfare against tyranny.” Such a diatribe does certainly advocate some sort of justice of a violent and anarchist nature, but what happens when the sought-after personal liberty is achieved? Will it protect the very wilderness that nurtured it? Will it safeguard the interests of the downtrodden?
I’m sure there are plenty of Libertarian folk who will be happy to school me in this area, but I’m skeptical: our current liberties haven’t been especially fruitful in these areas. So, I remain torn on Abbey’s contribution to environmental justice, but I’m going to keep on reading him—after all, the guy can certainly turn a phrase—and maybe the students and I can hash something out.
Dr. Jacqueline Wheeler is the Writing Programs Associate Director at Arizona State University. This post first appeared on High Country News blog ”A Just West” and is republished here with permission.
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Comments
The feeling I got from Solitaire was Ed deeply resented having to work, especially being nice to tourists who didn't properly "appreciate" the West as Ed appreciated it.
Ed could be lyrical, but I caught his drift, and it still rubs me wrong. Like Hayduke, swilling beer in a skanky, smokin' Cadillac, but because ol' Hayduke was saving the planet, it was all for a good cause.
Ed made us think, he made us laugh, and he got us to reflect on stuff like mortality and morality; and sometimes saying the heck with it, running with our animal instincts, having a good time and drumming up some fun. Kind of like the Alexis Zorbas of the desert southwest, his Greek spiritual cousin being another cantakerous old coot with his own ideas on right and wrong, more concerned with living his life than the meaning of it.
Good for my man Dave for hitting the parks off-season for quality visits.