Western “Greatness”, the Trouble with Dominion

In recent months, it has become impossible to ignore the current rewriting of history going on in These United States, 2025. I’d like to take a moment to reflect on history as I was taught growing up in Oklahoma and Texas, then on to New York and Massachusetts. From my geographical history alone, there is a great deal of diverse thinking and cultural identity in The US. In Oklahoma, I dressed as an “Indian” at every Thanksgiving I could, though as a little girl, I was encouraged to be a good pilgrim lady, who would have historically been chattel to men, into the 20th century and beyond- check out where we left women in Afghanistan after 20 years of military occupation. Last, week, news headlines circulated Pete Hegseth‘s publicly spoken belief that women should not vote. I grew up learning how important my right to vote was in this country, and I was certainly not surprised to hear leadership in The US is still questioning a woman’s choice. Our Supreme Court recently voted to take away a woman’s right to her body, so why not her right to vote, or have any autonomy? It was so much easier when she was subservient and under the protection of a man- husband, father, or brother.

So back in Oklahoma, before age 9, there is a holiday called “land rush day“, in which our private Episcopal day school would reenact the occasion and students would dress as “cowboys” and Little House on The Prairie folks. Again, I was in buckskin with a feather in my hair running around whooping and dancing in protest. Mom would even dress up (including a black wig of long braids), renting us both very culturally insensitive outfits- but not traditional regalia taken from a tribe somewhere– that would have been even worse. I knew, even at that young age, we were protesting.

I was taught by my Mother, University of Oklahoma graduate with a BA in History, about tribal lands being taken. She sat me through Dances with Wolves and explained the abuse of Native People, including how we took their land. I didn’t feel guilty about it, I didn’t know my ancestors personally, and was so far removed from that truly violent land grab for resources, it was hard to fully imagine what took place. I felt like I could make a change now, protesting the absence of Native People from the colonial narrative, acting out a part of something where a place holder was needed. It was culturally inappropriate, meant in ally-ship, but not a fully understood truth. That’s the clunky language used today by colonial legacies like me, trying to grasp history and how we’re continuing to repeat it.

From a young age, I understood that most of the surface history we learn is a facade. It can be very helpful to keep history brief and simple for the masses, and trying to get a one track narrative for all to accept and understand is truly monumental when you start trying to narrate world history. I think that’s because of all the rich perspective, but for the sake of this writing and your precious time, I’m going to stick to an Historical narrative about Western greatness and its major flaws. What a topic for EEC Forest Stewardship. In short, I wanted to write this because of a personal quest I’ve been on to track what point in human development did we make a wrong turn and begin our climb to the bottom under the somewhat obfuscated truth around western greatness.

I’ll start with the whole white men and their love affair with ancient Rome. That’s what we model our thinking on, those classical Greek philosophies and literal foundations of Grecian white marble capitol architecture in so many public buildings. Meanwhile, Native Americans were not so quietly wiped from the map as interlopers in the way of some kind of progress lay down by conquering Caesars long ago. Rome declined because of lead poisoning. The mining operations released air pollution that deeply impacted Europe and The Mediterranean for generations. We don’t like to talk about the failures of Rome, but slavery would be another one. The United States is not the first democracy on earth. The Greeks hashed out early forms of voting in the ancient history of democracy, but the formation of The United States was a world’s first at its inception, with a constitution that named all people created equal (though at the time, only land owning white men were seen as such people). No wonder the idea of women not voting is resurfacing. Also, our current Commander in Chief wants us to think slavery was not that bad. Well, the Roman Empire would agree wholeheartedly. And don’t worry women, if you were married, and having children, you would eventually gain citizenship. Though still owned by your husband, and your father before that. Marriage has always been about property exchange.

Speaking of property, please read The Serviceberry, Abundance and Reciprocity in The Natural World, by Robin Wall Kimmerer. She is helping humanity understand concepts like Gift Economy and how to be a gift to the land, rather than an owner. Our minds are so stuck in ownership of things, rights to something, and our instant gratification cannot be met in current consumer addiction cultureWestern Culture. In my deep dive into the roots of this culture, extraction economy has dominated our thinking for over two-thousand years. When Europeans finished extracting what they could from their own lands, they “explored” the world for more resources, wealth building, and found that they needed a lot of manpower to do that extracting, and so, they industrialized slavery and created international trade companies to control the sources of their wealth, in other lands. The Americas and Africa were the main pillaging points of European “Western” conquest. This dominion came in two waves. The first was biological, sickness washed over First Nations Peoples in literal plagues. Millions of people died, so by the time the second wave of Colonizers arrived, many of the cities of The Americas were empty, and the small populations ravaged by disease were more easily dominated through enslavement and genocide.

I’m sure a lot of you are getting tired of reading about the negatives, but this Colonial history is crucial to understanding the foundations of The United States and what we’re founded on. Colonialism was about taking natural resources to perpetuate wealth of a few back in Europe, then, as the white population exploded, more and more resources were needed, and too many people lived in the already stripped regions of Europe, so they were then exported to North America and other Colonies to be settlers, bringing a taxable group to the area who could implement better infrastructure and produce more economic growth for the invested wealthy owners of the land. The Land Rush of Oklahoma was so popular, because giving out free land was not the usual offer, but getting America settled for political and economic gain by a few investors had always been the plan of manifest destiny. It was, and still is, an idea of dominion pushed by a class of billionaires who, at least on a map of their own design, dominate the world economically.

We don’t use the planet’s own biorhythms to judge our success or worth, we add up figures related to material things. The guy with the most stuff makes the rules, and it’s been disenfranchising humanity since the inception of ownership. Once we were owned by the land and what it gave us, now we dig up the earth and dam the rivers for ourselves. Sure, we create a stable production line for profit, but slowly, like the mines of long ago, we’re releasing poisons into the air that will kill us all in the end. Today, it’s not only heavy metals, but now toxic ash and smoke from fires rampaging through overbuilt neighborhoods, and from the exhaust of our combustion technology, which still powers everything, including the screens and developing AI we’re all told to count on for redemption. Computer AI can’t possibly create the environmental needs for humanity, it does the exact opposite, consuming more combustion energy and exuding more pollution than we know, because there is nothing regulating it. But microplastics have us no matter what, along with the melting of our planet’s ice. These time-bombs are going off, but, like that frog in warming water, we just sit back and order or stream another pleasure online.

This is the decline of our “Western Greatness”. It’s all down hill from here. Much like The Roman Empire, we will fall to “barbarian” raiders. What? Yes, barbarians in the modern sense of rude, warlike, brutal, cruel, insensitive, and particularly dimwitted people. I won’t go into the history of education in this country, but the trend has been to dismantle public education and the internet scrolling has not helped. Woe to this nation for embracing conspiracies over competence, and now there is a despot leading the charge from our White House.

Montesquieu, the French philosopher who also came up with separation of power in governing, coined the phrase despot. He’s the guy to check out if you want to take your own deep dive into the classical development of governing- from a white, land owning, European male perspective, which also greatly influenced our own founding fathers when they drew up The Constitution. The barbarians of ancient Rome were much like the perceived immigration “invasion” of today. I can see why the white right is demanding immigrant expulsion from America. Though if we take a few steps back in our own county’s founding, we’ll discover that all of our ancestors are immigrants. What do we say to The Native People who were here thousands of years before us? We sweep them out of the way like Israel is doing to what’s left of Palestine today. Oh, and we’re also still sweeping Native Americans out of the way when Colonial legacies want something. Don’t think it stopped in North American.

The United States has a long history of invading, co-opting, abusing, threatening, and warmongering to get what it perceives it needs. Just ask the fruit companies invested in Central and South America. We continue to destabilize the governments of our southern neighbors to aid in our corporate control of world resources, in much the same way our ancestors did during Europe’s colonization of the world. I’m still trying to fully comprehend this tyrannical history that set the global trade stage of the 21st century. Most colonial legacies living in the USA today cannot backtrack far enough into ancestry to see how directly their families benefited, but we’re only living here now because of early successful takeovers through mostly violent means. More have lost in this battle than won, yet there is a feeling amongst many white people today that they are some how the victims. The topic of Land Back is a perfect example. White people in America love to talk about family heritage and ownership. “My family has been farming this land for generations, I have a right to be here.” The formation of said properties still holds a deeper legacy of stolen land.

This concept is not new in America, land has been fought over, taken, owned, burned, invaded, and claimed all over the planet, that’s true, but it does not make it right, or a successful way to live as one world. When we look at people who have remained connected to the land, living with it, rather than dominating it, we see a more balances possibility for a more holistic relationship with the earth. Material wealth tricked us all into thinking we have something, but it’s as empty as the plastic shells we’re all starting into for entertainment and cultural understanding. We don’t go to a community center to learn what’s going on, we check our feed. Well, we are being fed indeed, by an old narrative of dominion in the guise of patriotic freedom. The Christian Nationalist movement is a great example of this in action here in The US. As an atheist, I take great offense to other people telling me what beliefs are legitimate and which ones aren’t. I’ll say I think religion is a great form of control over the masses, and it’s driving hatred of the other on a mass scale here in The United States, as well as unraveling our Democratic process. . I know the teaching of Jesus, I was raised as a Christian. Love thy god and love thy neighbor. Top two rules, all else hangs on these two beliefs. Yet people can’t help splitting hairs and making an enemy of a neighbor somewhere to perpetuate dominion- that’s the devil folks, if you need a boogieman.

This is the narrative dominating The America of today. It’s so threatened by the idea that some of the past choices made by the powerful might not have been the best way for humanity, as a whole, to thrive. In a world of a few rich ruling the rest through whatever power-structure- religious, private global corporations, etc.- the living world, including humanity, continues to founder under such oppression. Without a new global political strategy, our abuse of the planet will ultimately cause a mass extinction, which will include the human race. I guarantee you this will happen before any White South African Apartheid despot can settle Mars, much less The Moon. Humanity has to stay grounded in the current world our population resides in. We must reweave ourselves into restorative change for all, not just a god head or your own family. The world is one family, the human family, the human race. We are bound to our finite planet and all it possesses. What a gift of responsibility, one we white people have squander in our quest for that dominion thing. Perhaps rather than forcing ownership, we look at our personal relationship to the natural world and how we are repairing it. This could be the turn in thinking that begins the restoration of our connection to our planet and each other.

If however, we continue to cling to myths of an outdated Colonial narrative, as some kind of hero worship, we’ll continue to be at odds with our own survival. It’s scary to confront change and evolve. We humans like patterns and predictability, but that’s not how the world works, really, the only constant is change. Embrace the entropy model and figure out how you actually thrive within it. How can you shift the power dynamic? How might you change one or two small things in your life to step towards a more global way of thinking in your local activity? For me, it’s about continued learning, looking at broader narratives, like The United Nations. That’s a pretty good global temperature read based on broad multi-country data. America does not really like The UN, even know we host it in New York City. Though it comes out of the old colonial narrative, it’s also working to grasp global trends and actions that affect the most people on earth. If you’re repelled by this notion, finding it at odds with your America first notions, just remember that Rome fell eventually, and so will our own democracy if we continue to stick our heads in the sand and let dominion run our worldview.

Current Tracking

So, this site is a personal business and lifestyle for a single, queer, feminist, educated, childless cat lady with dogs; raising geese, sheep, and chickens too. It’s a world where people cannot afford eggs any more, and I have buckets from a flock that’s taken 10 years to develop, and could be exterminated at any time should bird flu infect any one bird. Farming is high risk. It’s why so many were consolidated into the industrial food system that feeds the box store buying majority. It’s convenience, to be sure, I still go to the grocery store, and I have 10 acres and an able body, capable mind, and willing community to connect with for financial, social, and emotional support- as well as family. My personal village of loved ones in enough to hold up this amazing experiment in slow food, personal obligation, social networking, and lessons in life, liberty, and the cost of a dream. Most of these blog posts are about the farm and forest relationship, food production, and the day to day realities of restoration forest farming in King County, Snoqualmie First Nation Homelands, here in The Pacific Northwest temperate rainforest ecosystem. What a journey, surreal at times.

After COVID, the social dynamic of this country changed. I went from hosting group classes, to person to person learning with most of my clients. This Spring, 2025, I officially took time off from volunteer teaching hunter education for Washington Department of Fish and Wildlife to focus on mentoring women and girls in outdoor pursuits- from hunting to hiking, back country exploration and basic survival training. I will be leading a course in basic survival this Fall, 2025 for Washington Outdoor Women. I’m excited to follow through on this partnership, which had just begun before the pandemic, and as the world shut down, that organization took a hiatus till this year, and I am glad the opportunity is back online and expanding. Contributing my skills to forward the education of women and their empowerment in the great outdoors remains a steadfast dedication in this life.

Farming economy in King County remains a bit of a challenge. The animals pay for themselves, there’s no question about that, but the continued communication on the human side of investment remains, well, questionable. There seems to be a wealth gap in community expectation- surprise? No. But the reasons fluctuate, like tidal living should, and I’ve always struggled with value vs. true cost of doing this work ethically, while asking for the true price of market fluctuation. For example- I’ve asked for $8/dz eggs on organic layer feed and full pasture access in 2025. That’s a $1 raise in price since 2013, and remains the price through all the crazy inflation of today- because the true cost of these eggs has remained the same, people are just experiencing price gouging from a subsidized industry due to scarcity of layer hens. Right now, bird flu is the culprit, tomorrow, it will be grain costs to feed the animals, then, with funding for research and oversight stripped, our agricultural inspections and protections are out the window and all bets of food safety with them. I sleep at night knowing my food production is part of a living system I myself choose to rely on and be intricately connected to. People want everything cheap- especially food. How we’ve gotten away with thinking food really should not cost anything reflects on the disconnect between Americans and their basic needs.

I have the privilege to live the homestead dream, and have always moved towards this life goal, at first manifesting in my childhood, with a love of nature and outside connection, developing into animal husbandry, and a love all creatures great and small. High school brought summer internships at The Central Park Conservancy where I learned about major city park management and how people have great impact on environment. College found me connecting with Main Organic Farmers and Gardeners Association while I worked on a major in Sociology. I made contact with a board member from MOFGA , and he hired me for paid summer employment as a dairy hand. That was my first lesson in hard farming realities, with paychecks bouncing from month to month and seeing the farmer I worked for overwhelmed by how fast agriculture was changing. He was a shepherd- like Farmer Hoggett from Babe, able to hand shear a full fleece and more. The sheep market had stalled out, so he became a dairyman, and hated it. Lee Straw showed me the future of farming in one summer, and I walked away shaken.

The summer after that, I worked as an intern for an openly gay woman Massachusetts State House Representative and learned a lot about local politics, state legislation, and why I would never make it as a lobbyist. I’d come into that job the summer DOMA (The Defensive Marriage Act) was struck down, and gay marriage was legalized in MA. I was dating a woman at the time, and suddenly felt that my relationship was more valid- how many have questioned the validity of their relationships with another based on gender constructs? What does this have to do with current events at EEC Forest Stewardship? Well, the queer woman running the place is getting agitated by a slow, steady, familiar walk back of civil rights. I’ll step into my woman’s shoes and point out I have less rights as a woman today than my Grandmother. WTF? My gender and sexuality are under attack- gosh, if I was trans, non-white, or unable to pass as straight, a migrant, refugee… how would I stay sane?

The following college summer, I worked as a wrangler for YMCA of The Rockies. I’ve always loved horses, and took a summer job working with them full time in a pictures part of The American West. Colorado treated me well, though working at a summer camp where most of the staff had been campers as kids cultivated a hard social culture to break into, I managed to navigate with a few other “outsiders” and was voted “most likely to run a tattoo shop” by my fellow staff. I was also the wrangler- out of an all women’s crew, who was know as the bronc rider. A week before the kids show up to camp for the summer, we wranglers are arriving to vet a herd of trail horses for the children to ride safely. These poor animals are rented from a large stock yard called Sombrero Ranches. Hundreds of horses are kept on large feed lots in the greater Denver area and then shipped to summer rentals, like YMCA of The Rockies, each season. Well, summer is the start of work for these overwintered animals, and they were fresh under saddle, to put it lightly. I earned my rides; about 20 out of 130 horses in our initial delivery out of a semi truck. We sent 4 back, three would buck under saddle, and one was too old and rickety to risk putting an unbalanced first time rider on.

I shared this story recently, attempting to demonstrate some of my horsemanship qualifications. I rarely mention them in these writings, because I’ve stepped away from horses in my choice of home environment here in Western Washington. Mules or a couple of bog ponies might one day be in my future- and sooner the better, as my body will age out of riding in an equine’s lifetime. That’s sobering limitations for me at 43. So what about horsemanship qualifiers? How do you answer the question, “What’s your riding experience?” I could sum it up as- started bareback before I could walk, under saddle by 5, maybe sooner, Mom would know. I took lessons from 6-11, then a move to Dallas TX suburbs; single parent income would not support riding lessons or a pet horse. Annual visits to Oklahoma offered occasional backyard riding with friends who still had horses. Ranch work for a few years gave me more riding skills and herd management training. In 2011 I went to Mongolia and road on a migration with over 2,000 animals, 16 people, two yurts, and three dogs- one of which had only 3 legs- it was incredible, but what does that have to do with current events here at EEC?

In September, I hope to be back in the saddle for an ACT ride with Daniel Curry. I will have a lot more to share about this bucket list dream to horse pack into back country for a good cause. Though EEC Forest Stewardship is not in current wolf territory, ancestral legacies of wolf, elk, and more remains an intention in the restoration of this landscape. After working with WDFW as a volunteer, I wanted to get more perspective on relationships with wildlife and people. I’m not going to get into all the drama of wolves here in the west. My goal in connecting with Daniel is to gain some perspective, get some time in the saddle, and support a local wildlife conservation effort that one man is struggling to establish with the ranchers in his community. I see similar struggles right here in my own neighborhood that EEC restoration efforts are hoping to address for generations to come. As wolves, a keystone species that once thrived across North America, loose protected status under The Endangered Species Act, I thought it might be good to check in with an in the field boots- or hooves on the ground biologist who is devoting his life to reconciling people with these animals for the sake of all our survival. So riding and stuff.

Over the past few months, as more and more “Oh Sh*t!” moments grip The American Psyche, I’ve found a few glimmers of humor in the great ocean of bile being served up as news in our zeitgeist. Laughter is an important remedy during hard times. As the madness of life continues- I’m grappling with the laughable alongside tears of frustration and outright horror. A lot of my personal rage has manifested in gender dynamics for a long time- thank you feminist upbringing. Here are two snapshots in which women calmly attempt to express rationally while men fight on the street or coup a country in the background. We’re all trying to stay focused while too many man children roll about in the sand box kicking grit into all our teeth. WTF humanity? Have we truly lost our way as a species thanks to idiocracy? I’m going to get back to 4 minute dance fitness breaks and advocating for global unity. How are you taking yourself a little less seriously for the sake of personal sanity? Sit back and binge a couple of good snap shots in time. Truly, “humanity rises and falls as one.” *CRASH*