Tempest Tossed

Writer Terry Tempest Williams believes the chaos and terror of recent weeks could bring about a restoration of place and spirit in America

This is a story," Terry Tempest Williams begins, seated in her room at the Ritz-Carlton. The writer, in town to promote her new book, Red: Passion and Patience in the Desert, believes stories are salvation, the threads that connect people to people and people to all that is around them. Stories bind, create intimacy, which, in Williams' view, forges a political relationship, one far more profound than "consensus."

When people ask, "Where were you on Sept. 11?" they're asking for a story, to connect within what Williams calls "the concentric circles of grief." Williams was in Washington, D.C., at the Corcoran Gallery, right across from the White House, that day. About to open was a photo exhibition, In Response to Place, with 12 artists who, says Williams, "normally had not cast their gaze on wild places," Annie Leibowitz, Sally Mann, William Wegman and Mary Ellen Mark among them. They had gotten together in the morning for a press conference and were engrossed in conversation about how the project had affected them, Williams says: "Mary Ellen talked about the Aleutians; Sally talked about finding a light she had never seen before in the Yucatan; Bill Christenberry talked about returning home to Alabama.

"Everyone was talking about these things, and then we, like everyone, got the message." The World Trade Center had been hit by planes.

Terry Tempest Williams: "It's going to require bravery for people to break out of the hollow patriotism to a patriotism that is in our tradition -- and that is a tradition of questioning."
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Terry Tempest Williams: "It's going to require bravery for people to break out of the hollow patriotism to a patriotism that is in our tradition -- and that is a tradition of questioning."

"In a few minutes, a security guard came in, very anxious, and said, 'The Pentagon has just been struck. We have reason to believe the White House is next. Run.'

"Next thing you know, seven of us smashed inside this cab. The cab driver turns around very calmly and says, 'Just where would you like to go?'

"It was this realization that there's no place to go. We're here."

We're here serves as an appropriate condensed version of one of the major themes running throughout Williams' books (Refuge: An Unnatural History of Family and Placeand Leap, to name two of her best.) "Listen. Below us. Above us. Inside us. Come. This is all there is," she writes as the entryway to Red. "It's a simple equation: place + people = politics," she theorizes, which is an equation as apt for New York City and Jerusalem as it is for the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge and Castle Valley, Utah, where Williams makes her home with her husband, Brooke.

When Williams was finally able to fly back home to Utah after being stranded, like so many others, for nearly a week in Washington, she reached Salt Lake City at 4:30 in the morning and called a cab. "A man walks out, his head bowed, and he looks up and he says, 'I'm from Afghanistan. Perhaps you'd feel safer in another car.'

"I just burst into tears, and we held each other. His mother called twice that day and begged him not to drive. They were political exiles. They had left Afghanistan in '79, after the Russians had come in. He said, 'I'm an American. I passed the test. I passed the test.' I kept thinking, 'What test?' Then I realized: the citizenship test."

"National security" is a phrase citizens need to be more thoughtful of in this time of crisis, Williams suggests. She says that within 24 hours of the attacks, congressmen such as the notorious chair of the House Resources Committee, Utah's James Hansen, began to proclaim that discussions about drilling in the Arctic wilderness were no longer acceptable. National security precludes any such debate.

"I think this is still a democracy," Williams says. "It's going to require bravery for people to break out of the hollow patriotism to a patriotism that is in our tradition -- and that is a tradition of questioning.

"For me, my national security was not being escorted to my hotel by an armed guard with a vest and a billyclub and an M-16 -- which was how I was led to my hotel -- but it was coming home to the Wasatch Mountains and the Tetons and saying, 'This is my national security. This is what I can count on as a place of solace and integrity."'

Many of the passages in Red, reread after the events of Sept. 11, take on a different meaning and a new urgency. It is as if the collapse of the twin towers has been an epochal event of an evolutionary scale. In a chapter on the endangerment of the desert tortoise, Williams writes: "We have forgotten the option of restraint," then adds, "It is no longer the survival of the fittest but the survival of compassion."

The words now ring as true for the desert tortoise as they do for an Afghani cab driver, whether he lives in Salt Lake City or Kabul.

"Who has the strength to see this wave of destruction as a wave of renewal?" she asks in Red, writing about the onslaught of development occurring in the West (desert communities in Utah and Nevada are some of the fastest-growing in the United States, with more than 300 percent growth in some places where there is no water). Now she's asking the same question about the terrible tragedy that has befallen this country and the world. Williams alludes to a news brief in the New York Times, a report of seismic activity registered by the two blows to the towers and then those felt on their collapse. Earthquakes normally disturb buildings, but in this case, the buildings registered as tectonic movement when they fell into the earth.

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