The Stars at Thacker Pass

Looking for a god?
the stars in Peehee mu’huh ask
why not us?

We’re always there
whether you see us or not

We’re infinite
the sleepless can tell you

We do not rule by force
but through the charisma
in freely offered splendor

Instead of ten,
we have one simple commandment:
don’t drown us out
with smog and smoke
with false gods and pretenders
with city lights and ceilings

Keep the earth and sky clean,
and the darker things get,
the worse things are,
the harder we will try
to tip your face
gently to the sky
and shower you softly
with shimmering kisses
and silver blessings
no matter your supposed sins

photo by Max Wilbert


Green is the New Black

Like the US, the EU is in a mad rush to replace gas-powered vehicles with EVs. The EU currently imports most of its lithium from Chile, the US and Russia, but like the US wants to develop its own supply chain so it’s less dependent on imports.

As a result there are a plethora of new mining projects springing up across Europe. As you already know from what we’ve shared on this website, these mines will have a horrific impact on the land. From a recent article:

“The plan has angered environmentalists because of what one, who did not want to be named, described as the “horrific” ecological footprint of lithium mining on soil, water and air, as well as increased carbon emissions, which, ironically, is what the EU wants to curb.

The rush for lithium, said environmentalists, is difficult to square with the EU’s desire to be a world leader in climate change and environmental legislation.

“It is not only a dichotomy, I would even go as far as saying it’s an hypocrisy, because right now we’re dealing with an issue of over-consumption that is driving the ecological and climate crisis,” said Diego Francesco Marin, environmental justice specialist at the European Environmental Bureau (EEB), an umbrella group of civil society organisations.”

All across the world it seems that Green (so-called green energy) is the new Black (oil).

Join us to resist the Thacker Pass Lithium Mine and help spread the word everywhere that you can’t destroy the planet to save the planet.

#ProtectPeeheeMuhuh #ProtectThackerPass #StopTheGreenWashing #BrightGreenLies #Lithium #LithiumLies

Art by Sharon Colman, thank you Sharon!

Referenced article:

In the Desert

In The Desert

(by Alex Eisenberg)

The earth returns slowly to life Deathly
flowers now burst between bare rocks
irrepressible just emerged from
the long winter a spectacle of color
mountains in all directions mineral-streaked
a vivid orange fungi bird nests on wild cliffs
eagles swooping over the sagebrush sea
a herd of pronghorn playing running
out of time. But we hadn’t come for the scenery
We came to block the mine.

Of Meadowlarks, Dawn to Dawn

Of Meadowlarks, Dawn to Dawn, by Caroline Williford


After my first week-long stay at Thacker Pass
I leave at dawn.

At 5:30, purring up my car
and slowly steering out of camp,
I am greeted by the tall eared hare.

The one that hops out of the rabbit bush
every time I enter the Thacker Pass road.
Whether I am coming, or going.
As if to say, Are you?
Coming or going?
Why not just stay?

He hops
to the left, to the right
off the road, on the road.
Toying with me.
I slow my roll,
observe, follow his pace.
Follow his lead.

Why not just stay indeed, mad hare?

After our obligatory dance
and his escape act into the sage,
I keep the pace.
So slow I am dustless.

The sun just rising,
it arrests me.

It owns me.

Stop, it says.

My senses are alight.
Eyes entranced as the sun peeks
over the northeast corner of the pass.
A soft brushing of pink hues
criss cross above the horizon
as if the day is blushing
itself into existence.

I stop.
Park my car and get out.
I walk east,
entering the sagebrush sea.
The pass unfurls below me
as far as the eye can see.
A thick forest of ancient twisted wood
bearing sharp and sweetly scented leaves,
leaves that curl in and among one another,
a perfect nested dance
their tips twisting into the air,
like an offering.

I look.
I listen.
This place.
The dire sweetness.

And the song of it.

Oh, the meadowlarks!

Their melodies rise up with the morning light
inhabiting each stroke that newly strikes
along the sage tops.
Calling in the colors of the day
like a lover loving
every inch of her beloved.
Every detail, every hue called in and sung
with joyous fervor.

And the birds’ songs turning
to one another,
the cacophony of call and response,
I am here, and I am here
and I am here!
Echoes all around me.
Meadowlarks announcing their place in the world.
Their place in this morning.
Their love of this morning.
And my love of this morning
is infinite.

I am caught
knee deep in this ancient sage steppe
surrounded and captivated
by song
and by light.
Held fast to the morning as if
it is the last
and the only.
There is nowhere I’d rather be.
This is the song of existence.
This is the song of life.
If nothing else ever, this morning I have lived.

But deep down beneath
my brimming, glowing heart
a question swirls up from the dark.
It rises, sinuous and rattling
growing louder and shattering
the meadowlark’s sweet song.
Baring fangs
sharp and unforgiving
as it asks,
could this place be destroyed?
Human, I am asking you.

The trance of the morning broken
but not forgotten.
The enchantment clinging,
the meadowlarks’ song singing
me to stay.

Come back soon.

Driving away that morning
was like tearing myself from a mother.


On my first morning back
at Thacker Pass
at dawn,
sound breaks before light.

The meadowlarks
are singing from the sage.
Their trilling notes
take flight on the wind
and wind their way into my car
where I am curled up, sleepless.

They knock upon my chest
rhythmic as bird beaks on seeds.
They break me open in tone,
amplify and shift my morning heart beat.
Ricocheting off my bones,
plying at my veins.

My blood yields.
My heart breaks.
Never have I heard such sweetness
as the meadowlark’s morning song.

I turn, curl to the other side
and a dream ascends.

The meadowlarks are teaching me their song.
The tune cycles around me like a mantra
clicking fast and true to my memory
as it repeats and repeats
finding its way
into the vessel of my body.

My hands are poised above a keyboard
eager to play this tune through my human form.
My fingers reach and press the keys
that I know should yield the song.

But there is only silence.

I keep pressing, but the keys resist.
Absolute silence,
empty of song.

The notes now growing louder
inside of me,
the treble of the trill trembling
somewhere down beneath my throat.

It rises as a humming
until their song soars
right out my mouth.

And I am singing it,
the meadowlark’s morning song.

This song was meant to be sung,
not played.
My body, the instrument.
Rising from my own lungs,
straight from my own heart.

If I am to know this place
if I am to speak for this place,
I must embody the song.

I wake, enraptured in tune.
In a bed full of meadowlarks.
Their wings tucked all around me
like a nest.

Having given me this gift of their song,
their song of dawn and beginnings
of hope and possibility.

And this rest
that I will need
for the long,
very long haul ahead.

Dispatches from Thacker Pass: Harms of the Thacker Pass Lithium Project

After reading Alexi Zawadzki’s April 28th article, “Lithium Nevada Corp’s CEO explains the benefits of the Thacker Pass Lithium Project,” I look out across the landscape of Thacker Pass and feel the wind blow across my skin. 

My goal in this essay is to debunk Zawadzki’s claims. The facts matter, and I will attend to them here. But this is not a clash of parts per million or economic output. Fundamentally, this is a clash of values and of worldviews.

My values start here, with the land, the wind, and the last of winter’s snow melting on the mountains above Thacker Pass, feeding the creeks, quenching the thirst of land and people. My values begin with the children walking down from their hike on the mountainside, carrying fragments of an eggshell and wearing wide smiles. 

The wind carries the sweet smell of sagebrush from the gently swaying arms of the 100-year-old plants rolling out around me, and carries the song of a meadowlark to my ears. 

Wildflowers — periwinkle Lupine, scarlet Indian Paintbrush, white Mountain Phlox and slender pink Cold-desert Phlox wending up through sagebrush, pure yellow Arrowleaf Balsamroot, stunning bi-colored Sagebrush Violets, and more who I don’t know — wave in the breeze, opening their faces towards the sunlight bathing Thacker Pass. The low clouds above the mountains glow amber and ochre. A golden eagle circles overhead.

The land is alive here. Insects fly back and forth. Native bumblebees as large as my thumb buzz from flower to flower. A hummingbird investigates flashes of red rope stringing up tarps. A jackrabbit’s ear twitches in the rabbitbrush, and the tail of a lizard vanishes under a thicket of sagebrush. A pygmy rabbit, here where the company claims there are none, darts across the edge of camp.

This beauty and vitality is impossible to quantify. 

The protest camp at Thacker Pass began partly because critical analysis and detailed research I conducted while writing my book Bright Green Lies: How The Environmental Movement Lost Its Way and What We Can Do About It showed that lithium mining, electric vehicles, and much of the so-called “green economy” is a farce. That same research made me aware of the Thacker Pass mine proposal — of the threat to this place.

But the reason I am here, camped on the side of this mountain pass, four months into our occupation of this site, is because of a dream I wrote about in another article. The spirits are alive at Thacker Pass. People have visions here. For those who are willing to open up, this place can begin to heal what is broken inside you. Call this power God, The Creator, the Great Mystery, spirits of the land and ancestors, some form of physics not yet understood by science, or whatever you like. Come here with an open heart, and you will experience it.

This is why my worldview and values clash with Alexi Zawadzki, Timothy Crowley, Lithium Nevada and their parent company Lithium Americas. They see this mountainside as a pile of dead rock that can be turned into money. I see this as a sacred place where rain falls on waxy, feathery sagebrush ancients and sage-grouse dance their ancient rituals, where Paiute and Shoshone ancestors are buried beneath the soil, where we must tread lightly because we walk on the face of our mother, the planet that birthed us.

Nonetheless, facts matter, and so it’s important to rebut some of Zawadzki’s claims.

He writes, for example, that lithium mining will “support the U.S. target to reduce greenhouse gas pollution by 50 to 52 percent by 2030,” but analysis from the Center For Interdisciplinary Environmental Justice says that electrification of cars will only reduce national emissions by 6 percent. Since transportation accounts for 29 percent of U.S. Greenhouse Gas emissions, that 6% reduction only accounts for a 20 percent reduction in overall transportation emissions. Eighty percent remains. 

Manufacturing an electric car and its battery releases around 9 tons of CO2 emissions. On top of this, most electricity generation (roughly 64 percent) that powers electric vehicles still comes from gas, oil, and coal. Most of the rest comes from nuclear power and hydropower, which have their own associated atrocities (choked rivers, plummeting salmon populations, and radioactive waste that will last billions of years) as well as greenhouse gas emissions. Solar and wind energy make up an increasing, but still small, proportion of the power supply, and Nevada is paying the price: solar sprawl is bulldozing through critical Mojave desert tortoise habitat, and wind turbines are knocking birds and bats from the sky en masse.

All this is why the CEO of Toyota, the largest car company in the world, recently said that “The more EVs [Electric Vehicles] we build, the worse carbon dioxide gets.”

Extractive industries like mining are responsible for half the world’s carbon emissions and more than 80% of species extinctions. What sort of solution is mining, when to stop global warming requires “near-zero” emissions, and when we’re living through the 6th great mass extinction event

In his April 28th article, Zawadzki uses the typical mining company playbook. He speaks of “best available technologies” (envision massive diesel-powered diggers and a sulfuric acid plant) and “minimiz[ing] water needs” (to a mere ~4 million gallons a day). 

He writes of jobs and paying taxes (despite the abysmally low tax rate on mining companies in Nevada). 

He talks about “exceeding all the relevant state and federal safety and environmental laws” (despite the Environmental Impact Study showing the mine would likely exceed Nevada state limits for water pollutions, and that those limits are themselves inadequate. 

Rachel Carson, the founder of the modern environmental movement, wrote in 1962 that “The most alarming of all man’s assaults upon the environment is the contamination of air, earth, rivers, and sea with dangerous and even lethal materials. This pollution is for the most part irrecoverable; the chain of evil it initiates not only in the world that must support life but in the living tissues is for the most part irreversible.” The situation is even worse today.

Zawadzki says that they “will always strive to earn people’s trust and support through our actions as a responsible operator and charitable member of the community.” 

This is quite literally a script followed by mining companies facing public opposition all over the world.

He writes that “clearly, the development of Thacker Pass is in the Nation’s interest.” What Nation, Alexi? The Golden Eagle Nation? The Fort McDermitt Paiute-Shoshone Nation? The rural communities of Orovada and King’s River, who are facing the full brunt of the air and water pollution associated with this project? 

It’s certainly in the interest of Zawadzki and his ilk, who stand to make billions by blowing up this land, converting living ecosystems into dead commodities, and leaving behind a legacy of poisoned water and air while they take their money and run.

In 1966, one of the great writers in American history, James Baldwin, wrote that “I can’t believe what you say, because I see what you do.” Those words echo in my head as I read Zawadzki’s statements. Trust between these local communities and the mining company is broken. They feel as if the system has failed them, as though the Environmental Impact Statement process bypassed their concerns; as though state agencies—their employees—seem to be ignoring their concerns. My trust was non-existent from the beginning, because I know how extractive industries operate.

Zawadzki has the nerve to talk of avoiding the worst consequences of the climate crisis, when:

  1. This mine would directly release the equivalent of 152,713 tons of carbon dioxide each year, equivalent to the greenhouse gas emissions of a small city,
  2. The contractor to build the mine is The North American Coal Corporation, and
  3. The main chemical input for lithium processing is sulfur sourced from oil refineries—possibly from refining sulfur-rich tar sands crude. 

I agree with Zawadzki that we need to avoid the worst consequences of the climate crisis. Unfortunately, this project will not contribute to that goal. We will not save the planet by blowing up places like Thacker Pass, burning vast quantities of diesel fuel, and producing consumer products.

To save the planet, we have to stop destroying. That means halting projects like Thacker Pass.

It is evening now, the warmest night I’ve yet experienced here. Everyone else at camp went to bed early. It is quiet as the sky fades from crimson sunset to pale blue dusk. The buzzing insects flit from bush to bush. 

As I sit, writing, a jackrabbit emerges from the sage shrub and hops slowly into the center of camp. He rises on his back legs and looks at me, straight in the eye, 10 feet away. “It is right to defend this place,” he says. I am here for him, and for this land of his ancestors and his children. He turns, hops slowly back to the shrubs, and disappears in a flash of black-tipped ears and silvery haunches.

James Baldwin also wrote that “The victim who is able to articulate the situation of the victim has ceased to be a victim; he or she has become a threat.” 

We — the people who understand the costs of this mine, and of industrial devastation all over the world — have ceased to be victims.

Image: Male Greater sage-grouse, watercolor by anonymous supporter.

Published May 17, 2021 in the Sierra Nevada Ally.