Today's post is the opening of Wallace Stegner's "Wilderness Letter."  It's influence is still being felt after some 47 years.  The letter is full of intelligence and reasonableness.  It's a relatively long letter, so we'll break it into 3 posts over the next few days. 

"Dear Mr. Pesonen:

"I believe that you are working on the wilderness portion of the Outdoor Recreation Resources Review Commission's report.  If I may, I should like to urge some arguments for wilderness preservation that involve recreation, as it is ordinarily conceived, hardly at all.  Hunting, fishing, hiking, mountain-climbing, camping, photography, and the enjoyment of natural scenery will all, surely, figure in your report.  So will the wilderness as a genetic reserve, a scientific yardstick by which we may measure the world in its natural balance against the world in its man-made imbalance.

"What I want to speak for is not so much the wilderness uses, valuable as those are, but the wilderness idea, which is a resource in itself.  Being an intangible and spiritual resource, it will seem mystical to the practical minded - but then anything that cannot be moved by a bulldozer is likely to seem mystical to them.

"I want to speak for the wilderness idea as something that has helped form our character and that has certainly shaped our history as a people.  It has no more to do with recreation than churches have to do with recreation, or than the strenuousness and optimism and expansiveness of what the historians call the "American Dream" have to do with recreation.  Nevertheless, since it is only in this recreation survey that the values of wilderness are being compiled, I hope you will permit me to insert this idea between the leaves, as it were, of the recreation report.

"Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed; if we permit the last virgin forests to be turned into comic books and plastic cigarette cases; if we drive the few remaining members of the wild species into zoos or to extinction; if we pollute the last clear air and dirty the last clean streams and push our paved roads through the last of the silence, so that never again will Americans be free in their own country from the noise, the exhausts, the stinks of human and automotive waste.

"And so that never again can we have the chance to see ourselves single, separate, vertical and individual in the world, part of the environment of trees and rocks and soil, brother to the other animals, part of the natural world and competent to belong in it.  Without any remaining wilderness we are committed wholly, without chance for even momentary reflection and rest, to a headlong drive into our technological termite-life, the Brave New World of a completely man-controlled environment. 

"We need wilderness preserved - as much of it as is still left, and as many kinds - because it was the challenge against which our character as a people was formed.  The reminder and the reassurance that it is still there is good for our spiritual health even if we never once in ten years set foot in it.  It is good for us when we are young, because of the incomparable sanity it can bring briefly, as vacation and rest, into our insane lives.  It is important to us when we are old simply because it is there--important, that is, simply as an idea.

"We are a wild species, as Darwin pointed out.  Nobody ever tamed or domesticated or scientifically bred us.  But for at least three millennia we have been engaged in a cumulative and ambitious race to modify and gain control of our environment, and in the process we have come close to domesticating ourselves.  Not many people are likely, any more, to look upon what we call "progress" as an unmixed blessing.  Just as surely as it has brought us increased comfort and more material goods, it has brought us spiritual losses, and it threatens now to become the Frankenstein that will destroy us.

"One means of sanity is to retain a hold on the natural world, to remain, insofar as we can, good animals.  Americans still have that chance, more than many peoples; for while we were demonstrating ourselves the most efficient and ruthless environment-busters in history, and slashing and burning and cutting our way through a wilderness continent, the wilderness was working on us.  It remains in us as surely as Indian names remain on the land.  If the abstract dream of human liberty and human dignity became, in America, something more than an abstract dream, mark it down at least partially to the fact that we were in subdued ways subdued by what we conquered.

"The Connecticut Yankee, sending likely candidates from King Arthur's unjust kingdom to his Man Factory for rehabilitation, was over-optimistic, as he later admitted.  These things cannot be forced, they have to grow.  To make such a man, such a democrat, such a believer in human individual dignity, as Mark Twain himself, the frontier was necessary, Hannibal and the Mississippi and Virginia City, and reaching out from those the wilderness; the wilderness as opportunity and idea, the thing that has helped to make an American different from and, until we forget it in the roar of our industrial cities, more fortunate than other men.  For an American, insofar as he is new and different at all, is a civilized man who has renewed himself in the wild.

"The American experience has been the confrontation by old peoples and cultures of a world as new as if it had just risen from the sea.  That gave us our hope and our excitement, and the hope and excitement can be passed on to newer Americans, Americans who never saw any phase of the frontier.  But only so long as we keep the remainder of our wild as a reserve and a promise - a sort of wilderness bank.

"As a novelist, I may perhaps be forgiven for taking literature as a reflection, indirect but profoundly true, of our national consciousness.  And our literature, as perhaps you are aware, is sick, embittered, losing its mind, losing its faith.  Our novelists are the declared enemies of their society.  There has hardly been a serious or important novel in this century that did not repudiate in part or in whole American technological culture for its commercialism, its vulgarity, and the way in which it has dirtied a clean continent and a clean dream.

"I do not expect that the preservation of our remaining wilderness is going to cure this condition.  But the mere example that we can as a nation apply some other criteria than commercial and exploitative considerations would be heartening to many Americans, novelists or otherwise.  We need to demonstrate our acceptance of the natural world, including ourselves; we need the spiritual refreshment that being natural can produce.  And one of the best places for us to get that is in the wilderness where the fun houses, the bulldozers, and the pavement of our civilization are shut out."

Tomorrow, we'll post another part of Stegner's "Wilderness Letter."  Please post a comment about his letter or about  the previous posts.