Contents ( 49)
- Contents
- Editor’s Note
- I
- Ned: The Early Years
- 1927–37: Stump Creek, West Virginia
- Hallelujah on the Bum
- How It Was
- Drunk in the Afternoon
- Journal IV
- II
- Ed: The Early Years
- From The Fool’s Progress
- From The Brave Cowboy
- Manhattan Twilight, Hoboken Night
- Author’s Introduction to Desert Solitaire
- The First Morning
- The Serpents of Paradise
- Polemic: Industrial Tourism and the National Parks
- Tukuhnikivats, the Island in the Desert
- Appalachian Pictures
- Appalachia, Good-bye
- My Life as a P.I.G., or The True Adventures of Smokey the Cop
- III
- Ed Moves On
- From Black Sun
- 1971–77: Henry in Love—An Interlude
- The Wooden Shoe Conspiracy
- The Raid at Comb Wash
- Death Valley Junk
- Meeting the Bear
- Aravaipa Canyon
- IV
- Postlude
- A Colorado River Journal
- From Good News
- Desert Images
- The Damnation of a Canyon
- Gather at the River
- River Solitaire
- Free Speech
- Theory of Anarchy
- Eco-Defense
- A Writer’s Credo
- Immigration and Liberal Taboos
- Abbey The Fool’s Progress
- Postlude
- A Few Words in Memory of Edward Abbey
- A Selected Bibliography of Works by Edward Abbey
- Acknowledgments
Eco-Defense
IF A STRANGER batters your door down with an axe, threatens your family and yourself with deadly weapons and proceeds to loot your home of whatever he wants, he is committing what is universally recognized—by law and in common morality—as a crime. In such a situation the householder has both the right and the obligation to defend himself, his family and his property by whatever means are necessary. This right and this obligation is universally recognized, justified and praised by all civilized human communities. Self-defense against attack is one of the basic laws not only of human society but of life itself, not only of human life but of all life.
The American wilderness, what little remains, is now undergoing exactly such an assault. With bulldozer, earth mover, chainsaw and dynamite the international timber, mining and beef industries are invading our public lands—property of all Americans—bashing their way into our forests, mountains and rangelands and looting them for everything they can get away with. This for the sake of short-term profits in the corporate sector and multimillion-dollar annual salaries for the three-piece-suited gangsters (MBA—Harvard, Yale, University of Tokyo et alia) who control and manage these bandit enterprises. Cheered on, naturally, by Time, Newsweek and the Wall Street Journal, actively encouraged, inevitably, by those jellyfish government agencies that are supposed to protect the public lands, and as always aided and abetted in every way possible by the compliant politicians of our Western states, such as Babbitt, DeConcini, Goldwater, McCain, Hatch, Garn, Simms, Hansen, Andrus, Wallop, Domenici and Co. Inc.—who would sell the graves of their mothers if there’s a quick buck in the deal, over or under the table, what do they care.
From One Life at a Time, Please (1988)
Representative government in the United States has broken down. Our legislators do not represent the public, the voters or even those who voted for them but rather the commercial-industrial interests that finance their political campaigns and control the organs of communication—the TV, the newspapers, the billboards, the radio. Politics is a game for the rich only. Representative government in the USA represents money, not people, and therefore has forfeited our allegiance and moral support. We owe it nothing but the taxation it extorts from us under threats of seizure of property, imprisonment or in some cases already, when resisted, a violent death by gunfire.
Such is the nature and structure of the industrial megamachine (in Lewis Mumford’s term) which is now attacking the American wilderness. That wilderness is our ancestral home, the primordial homeland of all living creatures including the human, and the present final dwelling place of such noble beings as the grizzly bear, the mountain lion, the eagle and the condor, the moose and the elk and the pronghorn antelope, the redwood tree, the yellow pine, the bristlecone pine and yes, why not say it?—the streams, waterfalls, rivers, the very bedrock itself of our hills, canyons, deserts, mountains. For many of us, perhaps for most of us, the wilderness is more our home than the little stucco boxes, wallboard apartments, plywood trailer-houses and cinderblock condominiums in which the majority are now confined by the poverty of an overcrowded industrial culture.