Letter to the Editor - Beach Observer
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Matanzas Pass Preserve: Preserve or Reserve?
Illuminate & Eliminate Hidden-Pathway!
Spread the word

I oppose any action that threatens the wildlife and ecosystem of the Matanzas Pass Preserve. and the proposed  pathway surely will.  Preserves are set aside and so named to preserve a remnant of ‘nature’.  Alternatively it becomes a reserve, its value to be withdrawn inch by inch, and tree by tree. 

Birds migrate across the Gulf, between South and North America, in massive flocks watched by radar.  They amass at the edge of land, judging the conditions until such a crossing is possible, and as a group they embark risking all.  It is increasingly important they have a place to land, refuel, and survive in pristine nature, void of human interference.  Wildlife preserves are critical to allow these annual migrations and the natural flow of wildlife throughout the Americas.  Matanzas Pass Preserve serves this critical function.  Do not underestimate its value or fragility. 

The once impenetrable Amazon Jungle is now visibly, irretrievably lost since it was scarred with a thoroughfare, and human nature is consuming this world-treasure at an astonishing rate, as evidenced from space.  Your actions in South Florida alter South Americas’ eco systems, and their actions alter our treasured ecosystem.  Do not selfishly withdraw irreplaceable value from a reserve, critically needed as a preserve. 

Do not be tempted by short term gain which destroys long term social and economic advantages for all future generations. This is not a local, nor private, land issue.  Please act with social responsibility for your children’s children; set a proper example respecting nature, and seriously reconsider negative consequences of this proposed thoroughfare.   

Thank you for your attention to this matter,  

1975

CHIEF SEATTLE’S LETTER - 1854

 “The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky? the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them?

Every part of the earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every meadow, every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.

We know the sap which courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the dew in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man all belong to the same family.

The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water, but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you our land, you must remember that it is sacred. Each glossy reflection in the clear waters of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The water’s murmur is the voice of my father’s father.

The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give the rivers the kindness that you would give any brother.

If we sell you our land, remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also received his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.

Will you teach your children what we have taught our children? That the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth.

This we know: the earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.

One thing we know: our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him and to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed? What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted with talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone! Where will the eagle be? Gone! And what is to say goodbye to the swift pony and then hunt? The end of living and the beginning of survival.

When the last red man has vanished with this wilderness, and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left?

We love this earth as a newborn loves its mother’s heartbeat. So, if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it, as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it, as God loves us.

As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us. It is also precious to you.

One thing we know - there is only one God. No man, be he Red man or White man, can be apart.  We are all brothers after all”