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Kenneth Medicine Bull remembers the warning.
Don’t dig up the coal “even if we become the poorest of the poor,” the 59-year-old elder on the Northern Cheyenne Indian Reservation recalls his grandfather saying.
Leave the coal beneath our feet and in the ground.
Fast-forward nearly 50 years: The Powder River Basin, an oval-shaped area of Montana and Wyoming that includes the Northern Cheyenne’s land, has become the most productive coal-mining zone in the country. Forty percent of U.S. coal is mined here.
Yet, none of that coal is from the reservation.
It remains an island of intact prairie in a sea of coal development.
I think much of the reason that’s true is stories like the one Medicine Bull remembers. Similar anti-coal edicts date back to at least the 1800s. These stories – like the mirrored creeks you find here in Montana – flow swiftly and surely, from one generation to the next.
I recently visited the tribe’s reservation in that “big sky” part of the Western United States, where fences don’t obscure the horizon, hawk calls echo between sandstone ridges, the air smells of sage, and where clouds move so fast their shadows look like blue whales swimming across valleys of native prairie grass. I hoped to learn how this American Indian nation has succeeded at ditching coal where so many others have failed.
As world leaders grapple with how to put the brakes on dangerous climate change, I figured the story of this invisible community could offer the rest of us some advice.
But I was surprised by what I found.
This place is full of inspiration, to be sure – home to wonderful, brave people.
Yet it’s also a cautionary tale.
Turns out, you can oppose coal all you want.
But, even in 2015, when the market for coal is crashing and concerns about public health and climate change are on high, that doesn’t mean you’ll be able to stop burning it.
Or keep it from burning you.
Carbon budgets
Before I introduce you to some people I met on the reservation, I need to make something clear: The Northern Cheyenne’s war against coal isn’t a local story.
It’s one of global importance.
We have to decide to recognize that.
World leaders are gathering in Paris on November 30 for perhaps the most important climate change negotiations in history. The goal: Stop warming short of 2 degrees Celsius, measured as a temperature increase since the industrial revolution. That’s the danger zone for global warming – when droughts are expected to get even more supercharged, many species are put at increased risk for extinction and low-lying island nations drown beneath rising seas.
Nearly every country has agreed 2 degrees is too much.
But few seem to realize the scale of change required to meet that target.
One way to make sense of it is to look at the “carbon budget,” which refers to the idea that there’s only so much carbon pollution we can put in the atmosphere and still hope to stop warming short of 2 degrees Celsius, or 3.6 degrees Fahrenheit.
The carbon budget is somewhere around 2,900 billion tonnes of carbon dioxide pollution, according to the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change. Between the industrial revolution and 2011, we burned about 1,900 billion tonnes – or about two-thirds of the budget, said Kelly Levin, a senior associate at the World Resources Institute.
Her group estimates we could blow the target as soon as 2033.
In other words: We’re frighteningly close to the danger zone.
The scale of action required to avoid disastrous warming is incredible.
In a letter published this year in the journal Nature, Christophe McGlade and Paul Ekins devised what they consider to be the most economical way to tighten our purse strings and stay within the carbon budget. Their striking suggestion: The world should leave 88% of its coal, 52% of its natural gas and 35% of its oil unburned.
That’s means most fossil fuel reserves must stay underground.
In the United States, the picture is even starker. McGlade and Ekins say it would be prudent and economically efficient to keep our hands off of 95% of all coal reserves. (That leaves greater latitude to burn natural gas from the United States, which pollutes about half as much as coal. The model only puts 6% of U.S. natural gas off limits, for example. It’s also worth noting that this scenario does not assume widespread use of carbon capture and storage technology. If that technology improves, it could be used to reduce carbon emissions somewhat, but that technology wouldn’t shift these numbers significantly; 92% of U.S. coal still would need to remain unburned).
Take a look at that coal number again.
Ninety-five percent of all U.S. reserves.
Left alone, unburned.
Think about the scale of change required to make that happen.
The coal industry, of course, argues we’re not up to the task.
“Discussions about leaving coal in the ground are, quite simply, not grounded in reality or reason,” Betsy Monseu, CEO of the American Coal Council, wrote in an e-mail. “They effectively ignore the plight of the 1.3 billion people on earth who do not have access to electricity, and nearly double that number who have inadequate access to electricity.”
In the context of what it would take to meet the 2-degree target, the story of the Northern Cheyenne could seem either hopelessly small – or hugely symbolic, and I’m leaning toward the latter. The reservation sits on an estimated 23 billion tons of coal, of which perhaps 5 billion to 6 billion is mineable from the surface, said Alexis Bonogofsky, a 35-year-old climate change activist and goat farmer who lives near Billings, Montana.
The tribe’s land neighbors a proposed coal mine, called Otter Creek, which is projected to hold an additional 1.5 billion tons. Under the analysis published by McGlade and Ekins, the most economical and, in their view, fairest way to meet the 2 degrees target is to leave 245 billion tonnes of U.S. coal unburned. Globally, it’s 887 billion tonnes of the stuff.
So will the tribe move the global needle?
Maybe not.
Is their struggle significant?
Absolutely.
“I look at southeast Montana as sort of the epicenter of energy issues in the country,” said Bonogofsky, the climate activist. “It is a place that holds billions of tons of coal, the most of any place in the country. Twenty-five percent of the United States’ resources are in Montana.
“It is a place that coal companies are looking to, to expand their reserves. And it is a place where people have fought for over 30 years to keep that coal in the ground.”
In other words, it’s a place the rest of us should get to know.
‘Worth fighting for’
Forgive the Trump-ism, but the Northern Cheyenne reservation isn’t exactly the kind of place that’s used to winning. That doesn’t mean they’re losers, of course. (They helped defeat U.S. Lt. Col. George Custer at the Battle of Little Bighorn, for example). But glance at some of the local nomenclature and you get a sense of the tribe’s underdog psyche.
Main town: Lame Deer, Montana.
Top school: Chief Dull Knife College.
Revered leader: Chief Little Wolf.
The names hint at the arc of the tribe’s history, too.
The Northern Cheyenne creation story, for example, as told to me by locals, involves a series of beautiful birds diving to the bottom of the ocean before there was land on Earth.
Each hoped to snag a piece of dirt from the bottom of the sea. And, one by one, each beautiful bird – long necks, slender legs – came up empty-beaked.
Finally, a scrawny little bird plunged into the watery abyss.
The last bird’s beak was squat, his figure stout.
No one expected much.
But the ugly bird struck dirt.
The Creator used that hunk of clay to mold the surface of the Earth. The Northern Cheyenne occupy nearly 700 square miles of it.
They’ve been through hell to keep that land.
While the neighboring Crow Tribe – home to Custer Battlefield Trading Post and other tourist attractions – cooperated with the United States government in the 1800s, negotiating the status of their (much larger) reservation, the Northern Cheyenne refused to cede land. They lost it, and were forced south to Indian Territory, which now is Oklahoma.
Always long on determination if short on resources, the tribe didn’t accept that fate. In 1878, Chief Little Wolf and Chief Dull Knife led an escape from Indian Territory, marching tribal members back north toward their homeland in the heart of winter. Some people died en route, and others were imprisoned, only to flee again and continue the trek. More than 10,000 soldiers reportedly were dispatched to try to stop the reverse migration.
Upon arriving in Montana, months later, Kenneth Medicine Bull and others told me, Chief Little Wolf, who had led one band of escapees, performed a religious ceremony in which he declared this land sacred.
The message to many here: Never tear up the land.
And never mine coal.
These stories float in the breeze on the Northern Cheyenne reservation. You don’t have to wander around long to hear them. They’ve helped forge the identity of this place, and, to me, they help explain why so many people on the reservation won’t consider coal development.
It’s antithetical to who they are, which is people who offer gifts to nature when they hunt, or collect water, and who can’t think of a way to replace the damage that would be done by unearthing fossil fuels.
“My love for this place is so deep,” said Vanessa Braided Hair, the 31-year-old co-founder of a local environmental group called ecoCheyenne. “It’s who I am. My ancestors loved it, too. And they loved it so much that they walked for thousands of miles from Oklahoma in the middle of the winter, fought cavalry … no food, no warm clothing, and they still made it here. They brought us home to the Otter Creek Valley. And so that deep love that they have, I carry it, too.
“And I think that’s worth fighting for.”
Climate change, Braided Hair and others told me, only adds to the moral imperative. It’s given their local struggles a new and profound sense of global urgency. It’s linked them to the rest of us.
‘Little Saudi Arabia’
To understand how deep these sentiments run you need to meet Willamette Rising Sun, a 47-year-old mother whose home thermostat read 40 degrees Fahrenheit (4 Celsius) on the sunny afternoon I visited.
“How long has your electricity been off?”
“Since the beginning of August,” she told me.
Rising Sun, like many here, is unemployed and can’t pay the electric bill. She, her partner, and her two children had been huddling together to try to stay warm during the chilly Montana nights. They stuff blankets around the window and door frame to keep body heat in. A SpongeBob blanket and stuffed horse are piled on two pushed-together beds.
A couple of nights before I arrived, in late October, she said she’d taken her children – ages 4 and 5 – to her mother’s house because the temperatures became unbearable.
“The walls are always cold,” she said.
That someone would go without heat in a house that sits on top of a massive energy reserve seems to me to be the height of irony.
Situations like this – along with the unthinkable unemployment rate (78%, according to the tribal government) and rampant poverty (the tribe says median household income is $14,417 per year) – are cited by some locals as evidence it’s time for coal.
“It’s really romantic to talk about not developing coal resources, but the poverty here is just horrendous at best,” the tribe’s economic development director, Steven Clinton Small, told me. “It’s a plague,” he said of local poverty..
It’s not that this pro-coal crowd wants to abandon the tribe’s history and the teachings of Little Wolf. But they think the tribe has to figure out how to make money somehow.
They are, after all, standing on a coal mine.
Or “Little Saudi Arabia,” as Antoinette Red Woman called it.
“Our tribe is rich with coal. It’s underneath our feet everywhere we walk,” she told me, sitting outside her apartment complex, which has solar panels on the roof. “I’m very conscious of our environment. However, we need this coal development. We desperately need it. … There are no jobs, nowhere, for our young people, so they leave. … I believe if coal was developed, wisely, that it would give our people jobs. They could stay home and make a living.”
I don’t blame Red Woman for believing that. Especially given the context. She only has to look across the tribe’s western border, to the neighboring Crow Reservation, to see that dirty fuel can make a person money. The Crow have allowed coal mining on their land, or land they own the mineral rights to. The royalties fund language and cultural programs – and also show up in the form of three-times-a-year checks to all members, said Dana Wilson, vice-chairman of the tribe.
Those payments, he told me, range from $25 to $700 per person.
Again, three times a year.
Plus, there’s employment. Coal jobs pay $25 to $31 an hour, plus benefits, according to Curt Lightle, president of Westmoreland Resources Inc., which operates a local mine.
Yet, even knowing that, many Northern Cheyenne have steadfastly shunned coal. They rejected development in a public vote. And just this year, the Tribal Council passed a resolution opposing the construction of a railroad that would help bring coal out of the area and connect it with infrastructure that could haul it to the West Coast and eventually Asia.
It’s not without controversy.
But it keeps happening.
That the tribe would continue to oppose fossil fuels may seem like common sense to those of us who sit comfortably at computers all day, reading headlines about how coal is toast, how natural gas (which is only half as dirty as coal) and renewable energy are getting cheaper and smarter, and how climate change is going to push fossil fuels soon into the history books.
But out here, the level of opposition to coal is frankly shocking when you consider the incentives.
Take Rising Sun, the mom without heat.
Even she opposes coal mining.
“They would tear up the land,” she said of the coal companies. “And, to me, I think (the land is) more important than all the money. So, in the future, my kids would have a place to call home.”
This is a moral stand.
And one that, sadly, has come with a price.
Coal everywhere
Coal is everywhere on the Northern Cheyenne reservation. You see bands of it sticking out of ruddy, sandstone hills as you drive through the expansive country. If you wander off the road very far you’re liable to step on the stuff. It can be powdery, and squishes beneath your feet like a Styrofoam mattress. It’s not visible everywhere, to be sure, but even when it’s out of eyesight, you remember it’s there. It’s kind of like a ghost in that way.
Renewable energy leaves less of an impression.
There’s that apartment complex with solar panels on the roof.
And a house or two with a solar heater in the backyard.
Rumor has it there’s a guy up in the hills who’s totally off the grid.
But there’s no obvious transition to clean energy happening here.
Vanessa Braided Hair, the co-founder of ecoCheyenne, is trying to kick-start the revolution, and she’s racing against the clock. Pro-coal voices seem to be getting louder on the reservation: You’ll find some in the tribal government, and elections are coming up next year. She worries those voices eventually could eclipse the desires of tribal members, like her, who see climate change as a moral crisis and coal as the enemy of spirituality and history.
When she’s not fighting coal, you sometimes can find her fighting wildfires, which is something her aunt – also a firefighter – recommended she start doing during college. This year is the first wildfire season she’s taken off since 2003. She’s spending the time instead trying to rally the tribe for climate action – and against the proposed Otter Creek Coal Mine, which would dig up a pine-ridge valley just east of the reservation.
Coal already has chewed up land on three sides of the tribe’s territory.
This would be the fourth.
Braided Hair and Bonogofsky, the climate activist from Billings, are working to build an unlikely coalition of people who oppose coal and support renewable energy. They include local Amish farmers as well as Wally McRae, a self-described “cowboy poet.” (In a poem titled “The Land,” he writes, “You’d ravish her with mindless lust / Then curse her for a whore / You’ve never loved her as I have / Or you’d respect her more.”)
They’ve gotten grants to do small renewable energy projects.
Others have helped weatherize and insulate homes.
But there’s no real energy revolution afoot here, not yet.
Braided Hair knows wildfires in the Western United States are expected to increase in size – at least 400%, according to one report – if the world misses its target of limiting warming to 2 degrees.
She also knows that fire takes on a strange character out here in coal country. Sometimes lightning will strike a coal seam, open to the ground, setting it alight. Those coal seam fires can smolder for years beneath the surface, inside sandstone cliffs.
You know they’re there.
That fire-pit smell.
Braided Hair is determined to keep fighting.
“If we weren’t resilient, if we didn’t persevere as people, we wouldn’t be here,” she told me. “So you can’t give up. That’s one of the things that my ancestors and my grandparents and the other leaders have said. ‘Never give up.’ We can’t. You can’t give up on yourself. And you can’t give up on the people. It’s been really, really emotionally, physically and mentally draining to do this work. But I know it’s so important. And there’s no way that I can give up.”
‘Impossible’
On my last night on the Northern Cheyenne reservation, I stopped by the house of Kenneth Medicine Bull, the man who told me about his grandfather’s prophecy. Coyotes howled at the night sky. Cedar burned on a wood stove, making the place smell like a ski lodge.
The fire provides heat and a little morale boost: Medicine Bull feels better about burning wood than coal. He keeps his lights off most of the time, using only a small desk lamp when necessary to tinker with traditional jewelry at his desk near the kitchen.
Medicine Bull has spent his life opposing coal development.
He gives much of his energy to the cause.
But it troubles me that Medicine Bull and the rest of the Northern Cheyenne can’t avoid the fact that their electricity, like 40% of the United States, comes from burning this dirty fuel.
Sitting there, talking with Medicine Bull, I realized something: None of us really has a choice about how our power is made. There aren’t four light switches on my wall, one for wind, solar, hydro and coal. It’s easy to feel incredibly small in the face of our mammoth energy system.
Fighting fossil fuel development at its source has similar obstacles. The process is so piecemeal. The Northern Cheyenne have banded together with a tribe in Washington state, for example, whose homelands are threatened by a proposed coal export port. That tribe, the Lummi Nation, made a trek out here to Montana recently to bring a totem pole carved with local animals. It’s a symbol of solidarity: We stand together against coal.
The Northern Cheyenne haven’t been able to agree where to erect the totem, however, and, during my visit, it sat beneath a tarp in the bed of a pickup truck.
Coal still has a voice in the community.
And, without other forms of economic development, it will gain a foothold.
Anyone who followed the Keystone XL oil pipeline saga knows that it’s the current strategy of the environmental movement to cut off the infrastructure that supports the dirty fuels. The idea is to deprive these projects of the oxygen they need to survive. Groups popped up all along that pipeline, lending their voices. This sends a powerful message, and I’m a firm believer in collective action, but why does this burden fall on the backs of those who simply happen to live on or near fossil fuel reserves, or who’ve made their homes along a railroad or a pipeline route?
It shouldn’t. It should be on the rest of us, and our leaders.
We should live in a world where public officials and industry support a swift transition toward clean energy and away from dangerous coal, oil and natural gas. We should be able to turn on our lights and know we’re not compelling coastlines to disappear, pushing species toward extinction and, according to a recent World Bank report, sending millions into poverty.
Maybe we need to tax carbon pollution. Maybe we need a cap and trade system, and carbon markets. Maybe we need world leaders – from China to the United States to India and Saudi Arabia – to send a clear signal that the era of dirty fuels is over. That we will no longer allow polluting the atmosphere, and putting the vulnerable at risk, to make short-term economic gains and pad corporate pocketbooks.
This is happening in many parts of the world, and the price of natural gas has done wonders to encourage utilities in the United States to move away from coal.
President Obama’s Clean Power Plan offers yet another blow.
But these efforts are so disjointed. We need clear policy. Global collaboration.
The Northern Cheyenne shouldn’t have to shoulder this burden.
At the end of our interview, Medicine Bull closed his eyes and started singing.
I hadn’t asked him to do this, but he felt it necessary.
I asked what the song meant.
That was a song our ancestors sang when they marched through the snow and back to this land, he said.
They used it to mark the borders of the territory.
It claimed the land as sacred.
That song – that story – has been a guiding light for this community. It flows through their veins, gives them a sense of purpose, reminds them who they are and will become.
If only the rest of us were so grounded.
We might offer this community more support.
And we’d certainly think twice before digging up coal.
Note: An earlier version of this story contained an incorrect figure for the amount of land occupied by the Northern Cheyenne. It’s nearly 700 square miles, not 700 acres.
