We won't have peace until we can
both agree,'said the two fools
on either side of an argument.
said each about their foe.
But peace could never be had.
Peace is an indescribable warmth that
belongs to no one.
And to everyone.
And it's warmth would only be felt
once each fool could face
the mirror and recognise the other.
Conflict is universal. But that doesn’t make it hurt any the less. The Klamath Conflict in rural Oregon has often worn a vicious and bloodied guise. Fear between warring rural communities defining the experience of life.
The causes of conflict lie deep. And for the most part, unexamined. We get so caught up in the detail of it all. The drama of right and of wrong. Of us versus them. Of possession and control, winners and losers.
And in this protracted and often violent conflict there have been cast of characters who have led the difficult work towards understanding.
Becky Hyde, an Oregon Rancher, is one such character. Living often with the circumstance of a virtual pariah. Threatened with violence yet still asking questions whose answers would shake loose a dismal status quo. That is often what resolution demands.
The govt.(Bush Sr.) forest service was buying up their land for the lumber companies who were clear cutting it for the paper companies and now I see also for pasture lands (I am struck by that image with no trees). Chief Edison put out the call for help. We went up there from a Science of Mind center North of San Francisco. It was a beautiful Native American little arts and craft village named after where 3 rivers met. On one side of a river was an ancient village with mostly Hogans but also tepees. Chief Edison asked for help to help rebuild the village and to help protect it from the feds. obviously working for private gain. Across the river had already been clean cut. He told us they had armed men out there protecting the lumber men.