Howling Like a Wild Wolf: Overcoming Fear and Undermining the Invader: Rod Coronado
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          (Note: This was penned by an "environmental" extremist.
          While it is important to read the thought processes that guide these
          individuals, it is also important to understand that Language
          Deception is still used, even beyond rational thinking. Note that
          there is no mention whatsoever of Ted Turner and his Montana Grill
          restaurants. Apparently, the "slaughter" of buffalo for such
          upscale eateries is all right, as is, apparently, the use of computers
          and other things made from materials either mined or grown from�"Mother
          Earth." It is important to keep in mind that this is a convicted
          felon with no remorse and no sign of going off his chosen course. The
          "Endangered Species Act" does�little but underpin the
          activities in which such groups delight.)
         
        
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          January 19, 2006
         
        
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          "Contributed by Anonymous"
         
        
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        It's hard to judge the radical environmental movement by the last 25 years, but if I had to, I'd say that I'm very disappointed. � 
 Twenty years ago, when I discovered the Earth First! movement, I thought that the generation of Earth warriors I shared this country with had a fighting chance. � 
 People from all walks of life in the center of the First World were coming together and strengthening an already strong love and affinity for the natural world, shaking off their consumerist upbringing and realizing their wild dreams with creative direct action that marked an allegiance with the Earth, instead of the society responsible for her destruction. � 
 Monkeywrenching was the ultimate demonstration of our love for Mother Earth, and none among us questioned its historical or practical necessity, let alone its legitimacy. � 
 We were warriors, and
          our connection as a tribe meant the shared commitment to abandon the
          system that constantly betrayed the people and places we loved. � 
 A fellow Arizonan, Dave Foreman, was our firebrand spokesperson, bringing listeners to tears with his stories of seeing the dying green fire in a wolf's eyes, telling us how the chainsaws also tore his flesh when they tore through an ancient redwood, before hoisting the sacramental monkeywrench to the sky and howling like a wild wolf himself. � 
 What else were we
          supposed to do, once that fire was lit inside our hearts, but defend
          the wildness we loved by any and all means? � 
 After years of watching his people die on the dreaded reservations, Victorio had enough of being pushed around by the system. � 
 He knew there was no other way to live than with the Earth, not against her like the Invaders were forcing his people to do. � 
 So rather than die a
          slow death on the malaria-infested reservation, Victorio and a small
          band broke free to live the only way they knew how. � 
 That is what the Earth needed from the U.S. environmental movement, then and now. � 
 That's what I thought
          was beginning 20 years ago when I first heard Dave Foreman speak, and
          I knew there was no greater responsibility than the time-honored
          tradition of fighting against one's Invaders and oppressors. � 
 It was the first time that EF! experienced the legal consequences of its low-intensity campaign of what Foreman called "ecotage" -- acts of economic sabotage against the forces destroying the Earth. � 
 Foreman -- the editor/publisher of Ecodefense: A Field Guide to Monkeywrenching -- received a suspended sentence and probation. � 
 The FBI's case against Foreman and EF! effectively ended Foreman's advocacy of ecotage. � 
 Gone were the days of Foreman pedaling [sic; should be �peddling�] Ecodefense after his lectures and signing copies for wild, awakened "ecoteur" recruits (he refused to sign my copy in 2001). � 
 Most importantly to
          our growing struggle, the FBI had silenced
          our most outspoken representative, while also demonstrating that
          "monkeywrencher" was just another name for
          "terrorist."  
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 But the ecological
          insurrection did not end as the Invader had hoped -- like the living
          organism it represents, seeds took to the Earth and grew into
          something very familiar. � 
 Burning SUVs would be the same as attacking the horse-drawn wagons and supply lines of the pioneer Invader -- torching luxury trophy homes, the same as burning down their forts. � 
 Today, the insurrection comes from within the fort's walls, and those still fighting have been forced to realize that, when they abandon the privileges of the Invader, they join the ranks of all who � challenged him before. � 
 Bloodthirsty savage,
          ecoterrorist -- it's all the same. 
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 The American Indian Movement suffered Leonard Peltier as an example, just as we have with Jeffrey "Free" Luers. � 
 What both have shown
          is that what fear does not kill, it makes stronger -- and those
          conscious enough to defend the Earth do so knowing that there is no
          turning back on this ancestral path to freedom, no matter how dear the
          personal price. � 
 When I used to go to Game and Fish Department public hearings 20 years ago, EF!ers packed the house. � 
 If the meetings accomplished nothing else, they let us tell the b_stards killing the last of the wild nations, that they'd have to go through us first. � 
 It might have meant little to them, but to EF! it was another way to remind them -- and ourselves -- that our love and allegiance was to our Mother. � 
 Nowadays, I'm grateful to have more than myself representing our animal relations at the system's meetings. � 
 Wherever the
          desperately needed Earth warriors from this suicidal society have
          gone, they have thrown away a sacred responsibility in the hour of our
          planet's greatest need, and I think I know why. � 
 Fear makes us withdraw, and instead of fulfilling our social, ecological and political responsibilities, we feel depressed or guilty for remaining a part of the problem. � 
 Without an ability to deal with fear, one may feel great empathy, but not enough to risk one's own place of comfort and privilege. � 
 Some reinforce their fear by discrediting those who do try to make a difference. � 
 Fear is common in the
          broad, political left, and its paralyzing effect on direct action in
          the First World is what separates our resistance to ecological
          destruction from that of generations past, and from those in what the
          Invader calls the "Third World." � 
 Yet for so many across the world, oppression, tragedy and violence have become all they know. � 
 How do we defeat the fear and intimidation that robs us of our wild nature, spirit and willingness to fight back? � 
 We confront it. � 
 We know how bad things are, and I'm not going to waste time rattling off the numbers and statistics. � 
 We know the
          unthinkable evil and cruelty that is being committed in places like
          Huntingdon Life Sciences and Guantanamo Bay, in our own name and by
          our own citizens, yet we do so little to stop it -- little that is
          truly effective. � 
 We turn on our computers and become more aware of the suffering, oppression, war and destruction committed by US corporate armies. � 
 But rather than take
          to the streets, liberals worship messengers like Amy Goodman and
          Michael Moore. � 
 But the U.S. is still
          torturing prisoners; the last wild buffalo
          are still being slaughtered; hundreds of thousands of young harp seals
          are still dying every spring; the last wild wolves and indigenous
          people are under continued assault.  
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 Instead of the
          citizen action that one would expect from non-sympathizers and
          non-collaborators, we hide in our remaining privilege -- hiking, river
          rafting, drinking, cashing our career environmentalist checks, paying
          the bills, growing ever more cynical, angry or depressed -- but most
          of all, ignoring the deep feeling in our hearts that still allows us
          to hear the Earth's cries. � 
 Most people who rise up to prevent the destruction of their lives and homes, like Victorio, didn't learn such responsibilities late in life, but were taught by families living in harmony with the life around them -- something there's ever less of in our consumer-based society. � 
 That is what we must
          return to if any movement hoping to preserve life on this planet is to
          survive. � 
 Defending your home should be second nature, and helping others who are doing the same is still what the Earth and our movement needs most. � 
 What's needed is not
          just more monkeywrenching, but more of the human-to-human and
          animal-to-human living that keeps the Earth's spirit, and our own,
          alive. � 
 Once freed from fear
          -- and despite five federal grand juries investigating our ALF cell at
          the time -- we were able to rise from hiding, organize and
          destroy the U.S. government's Predator Research Facility in Utah. � 
 When we believe in the power of the Earth more than in our fear of prisons or death, we attain the level of warriorhood we need to survive the future. � 
 When we follow our hearts and instincts, and act to prevent the Earth's destruction and protect the innocent, we tell the Invader that the resistance is alive and strong. � 
 We say that the
          sisterhood and brotherhood with all life -- that has already survived
          so many generations of war -- will not be broken on our watch. � 
 But if we allow fear to prevent us from doing what we know is fair and just, we disrespect our still-living and fighting wild sisters and brothers and those who are in prison, paying a higher price for freedom than most of us ever have. � 
 That is what hurts
          the most. Despite the number of people among us who are fully aware
          and able to describe the ecological turning point we have either
          already passed or are fast-approaching -- global warming, habitat
          destruction, species extinction, human wars and corporate pollution --
          so few are standing up to fight it. � 
 And if grown-ups fail to answer the call now, we'd better start raising more of our own children and building the kind of community-support structures that a real resistance needs to survive. � 
 And I'm not just talking about knowing how to build a fire; we must support, house, teach and feed the refugees that our enemies are always creating. � 
 The Earth will support us; that is not a question. � 
 But the
          society dependent on her exploitation will one day collapse,
          and when it does, the only ones left standing will be those who never
          were dependent on it in the first place. All others will once again be
          subject to the Invader for their daily rations. � 
 But on November 1, I'll still be helping escort sandhill cranes safely past the hunters' guns, not far from where Victorio rode himself. � 
 And
          though we may only save a few birds, our hearts will remain free, and
          those killing our winged relations will know it.  
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           So
          to those still ready to ride and break free from the reservations of
          our minds and hearts, to build the kind of sustainable resistance our
          Earth needs, the tribe still awaits you.  
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           The family of all life on Earth awaits you, around the sacred fire with hero warriors of generations before. � That's where you can still find me, hoisting a monkeywrench to the sky and howling like a wild wolf. Rod Coronado is an organizer with Chuk'shon EF!, and he is looking for people to join him in the field this fall and winter in defense of the wild animal nations. http://www.earthfirstjournal.org/articles.php?a=880 
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