Speaking For Alaska's Greatest Resource
By Sam Wright
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NOTE: The following was given in testimony by Mr.
Wright earlier this year before a Department of the
Interior hearing in Anchorage, Alaska, on environmental
impact of the proposed trans-Alaska oil pipeline.
My name is Sam Wright. I am a resident of Brooks Range,
approximately 80 miles northeast of Bettles Field, north of
the Arctic Circle. I am not here to testify against the
development of Alaska's oil resources, but rather to speak
for her greatest resource, wilderness.
One definition of wilderness is that very few people
inhabit it. Therefore, there are few voices to speak from
within. As a resident in the Brooks Range, I feel it not
only my privilege, but my duty to speak for those voiceless
who might never be heard if I do not choose to represent
them.
Who are these voiceless? They are those who share this
planet-spaceship with us — whose presence here
defines our human qualities and concerns as much as any
social, human institution. They are the caribou who have
called this their home for thousands of years. They are the
wolf, the lynx, the fox, the wolverine. They are the
majestic Dall sheep, the grizzly bear, the gerfalcon and
the arctic loon. They are the millions of shore birds and
the arctic tern, who yearly flies eleven thousand miles
from Antarctica to nest by the lakes of this wilderness.
Who will speak for those spruce trees which struggle up the
Dietrich River, moving timberline north . . . trees whose
diameter is seldom more than eight inches but were
seedlings when George Washington was inaugurated our first
president?
Who will speak for solitude . . . one of the last places
where the ancient sounds of life can be heard without the
whine of gears or the drone of engines?
Who will speak for those of our own species to come, those
who will have no place left in the world uncontaminated by
their predecessors' self-righteous-need to convert
everything — including beauty and solitude —
into dollars?
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