Kill the Sacred? Or Stop a Mine?
Oak Flat, Arizona, has been a sacred place for Indigenous groups for at least a thousand years, and it has been holy for me even in the short time I have been camped here. It is about eleven square miles of rugged terrain, filled with a luxurious abundance and mystery.
Kill the sacred? Does one kill the Creator? What would that look like? I suspect that would be beyond difficult for the created to achieve.
What is sacred? Is anything sacred anymore? Think, what is so important it is not for sale? What can we not do without, or better, what really sustains life? Would you include air, water, and soil that grows food?
Oak Flat has been essential for the San Carlos Apache as a place to pray and to carry out ceremonies that are integral to their spirituality. It is a place of water, healing plants, bountiful oaks, 170 bird species, many kinds of animals and reptiles, and cool mountain air. For the Apache this air, water, and plant/animal life are all wrapped up in the Creation and thus with the Creator. In my words, it is a thin space where the Creator and the Created can get very close.
Do you know such spaces? Can they be killed or destroyed?
This space, sacred to the Apaches for a thousand years, is under threat. Oak Flat could become a two-mile wide, 1000 foot deep hole in the ground. What is sacred for us here would be no more. Pure air, clean water, spaces that grow foods and medicines would be eradicated as the space collapses into the mining hole.
Stop a mine? Why would anyone want to stop a mine? Resolution Copper is a copper mine. It is a joint effort of Rio Tinto, an Australian mining conglomerate, and BHP, another foreign mining company. Resolution Copper tries to justify destruction of the true green of oak and manzanita, claiming that it is needed for the “green” economy while putting forth a plan that would add enormously to the destruction of the earth.
Mining copper takes water, huge amounts of water, with black plastic pipes now snaking out of Oak Flat, and the Colorado River system, that services this state, already cutting off populated communities as the water supply decreases. The current vertical shaft is thirty feet wide and plans are to extend the horizontal runs under Oak Flat to extract the copper. The company is asking to send its toxic waste into irrigation canals where surface crops would absorb it and residue would be available to common dust storms. Huge piles of toxic tailings would tower above the town of Superior, and eventually contaminate the soil, air, and water of the Phoenix Valley downstream.
Capitalism, here manifested as Resolution Copper, is an enterprise with which we are all entangled. The Apache say we all are in a serious spiritual struggle. Prayer and solidarity across tribes and churches will make the difference. Freeing ourselves from the mammonized systems will begin the change.
I walked to the mine entrance today. Signs warn travelers that this is private property and no trespassing will be allowed. Constant surveillance and pickup-mounted guards secure the site.
During my long treks today I noticed many things that gently counter that power and security. Just before the mine entrance was a large bush, totally in bloom and covered with pollinators. Low to the earth were wee tiny blooms of all varieties. The red-twigged manzanita were in such heavy bloom that the air was laden with the rich honey-scented pollen.
A song came to mind as I made my way home.
God bless the grass that grows up through the crack.
They roll the cement over it and try to keep it back.
But the concrete gets tired of what it has to do.
It breaks and it buckles and the grass grows through.
God bless the truth that reaches for the sun.
They roll their lies over it and think that it is done.
But it moves underground and searches for the air and after awhile it is growing everywhere.
God bless the grass so gentle and low.
Its roots they are deep and its will is to grow.
God bless the truth, the friend of the poor,
and the wild grass growing at the poor one’s door.
God bless the grass.
Even as the Saturday Easter vigil fires announce the defeat of death and all its powers, so these Saturday fires can announce the victory of life over mammon and its powers. Just now a hummingbird flies into my camper!
Cliff Kindy
