An Inside View of Seattle’s Kayak Protest
The scene at West Seattle’s Alki Beach was chaotic in a friendly sort of way. Hundreds of kayakers were moving their multi-colored boats across the cobble shore for launching. Someone yelled out, “Everyone please gather over here.”
A young woman explained the flow of the morning. “We will follow the Native canoes into the water. A Salish long boat will come by to let us know it’s time to launch.” For me, the announcement that the crowd of “kayactivists” would follow the Native boats was a sign that there would be a spiritual holding in this protest. About 45 minutes later the canoe arrived to great cheers from all of us on the shore.
Like so many of my companion kayakers, I was here to participate in a powerful citizen statement that Shell Oil should not be allowed to send another drilling rig to the Arctic after their catastrophic failure in 2012.(http://www.nrdc.org/energy/shell-arctic-drilling.asp) I didn’t exactly know what was going to happen this morning: just knew I needed to be here taking a stand for the Arctic and its fragile ecosystem.
One by one we helped each other launch our boats and head toward the skyline of Seattle.
For the next hour we bobbed about in the waters of Elliot Bay surrounded by the usual backdrop of ferry, cruise boat, and pleasure craft on a cool, cloudy Saturday May afternoon. Most of us protestors were not quite sure how this was all organized, but we were alert and ready for something. A man in a kayak with a red flag on the back paddled through the milling boats with a hand megaphone asking us all to get in one line. “Really, I said to my companion. How are several hundred of us going to get in a straight line?!” But we maneuvered our tiny, bouncy crafts and created one giant squiggly line.
Preordained carriers of gigantic signs hoisted them above our heads— a photo op for the watching world.
The Shell Oil Polar Pioneer rig loomed in the distance a few blocks away. At 400 feet long and 300 feet high it looked like the proverbial “Goliath” towering above our flotilla of tiny 17-feet long boats. Sitting in my boat, my head was just three feet above the water, but I did not feel small or powerless. And when the five Native canoes turned and led us directly toward the oil drilling rig, we were an armada of inspired citizens determined to change the flow of history.
We drummed on the sides of our boats. Native leaders rhythmically pounded the ends of their paddles on the bottoms of their wooden canoes. We chanted, “Shell No, Shell No.” Songs were sung in several Salish languages. Someone with a megaphone, perhaps one of the Seattle city councilors I knew to be present, shouted toward the rig, “You are not welcome here. The Port of Seattle does not support what you are doing!”
High above us on the rig, workers in orange suits and white hardhats watched. If we’d wanted to say hello, to be in dialogue: we couldn’t have crossed the gap. Between us and the rig, four Coast Guard boats, one Seattle City police boat, and one Seattle City fire boat kept us within the designated “First Amendment Zone”. Everyone remained calm. TV helicopters buzzed overhead.
The paddle in Seattle was picked up by news media around the world. It is my greatest prayer that the movement to stop drilling in the Arctic made a giant step towards success that day. I am so glad to be part of this moment. I remain determined to help my two dear grandchildren and all children inherit a healthy planet.
For an excellent summary of the protest, including native interviews, and photographs see:
Yay, Annie!!! Thank you SOOO much for your fierce and courageous commitment to this action!!!
The return to caring for the earth continues.
The indigenous help up return to these ways.
Bless you for leading and caring all your life, friend.
Thank you. Simply, thank you.
Dear Ann, I often skip over the myriad “newsletters” that pass through my inbox. This morning I opened the one from Peer Spirit to find your post. I saw the Goliath last Friday traveling to Vashon. It took me a while to put the pieces together to see what I was observing. Your post inspired me to tears and to write and to remember how determined I, too, am in supporting my 3 grand daughters and all children toward inheriting a healthy planet. Toward that reality women gatherers and gardeners of the Salish Sea watershed are convening an Herbal Conference in September to discuss how we can do just that. Thanks for covering the water! Green Blessings, EagleSong
I just read your beautiful article! I am so inspired that so many participated – and did it as a coordinated passionate community. At this age, Ann, we have nothing left to lose than to do all we can to help wake up those who still see the planet as a profit making machine. Thanks for taking care of our planet!!!
Thank you Ann for your steadfast commitment to protecting the earth with your actions, as well as your words. I also deeply appreciate your consistent effort to educate all of us, so that our actions can do less harm to the earth. Your photos are also very inspiring – powerful in a different way than seeing the views from helicopters that were just watching, rather than being in this important action. Thank you.
Ann, thank you for being there and taking the time to document this event. I appreciate everything you do and am always so pleased to say I know you and value you as one of my teachers.<3
Thank you, dear one.
Thank you for sharing the story, and for your steadfast, active witness to care for our holy mother earth!
Beautifully reported, Ann. Why am I not surprised? XO Julie :o)