“..because in any case it is deadly to return, in the helpless despair of a final effort to survive, and therefore in a redoubled helplessness and despair, knowing of no other way and knowing that there is no other way, that there can be no other way, it is deadly to return in the end to one’s parents’ house in one’s home town, one’s home land, one’s so-called final refuge.”
This is my first blog post for Highlander and the first blog I’ve ever written, and, by way of a caveat, I hardly ever engage with blogs and so questions of tone, style and degree of functionality remain pertinent. I guess I’ll just let it unfold as organically as possible, or whatever.
Moving to Grantsville ended up being a bit more tedious and protracted than previously hoped- the car I bought had broken down, I had to buy furnishings for the apartment as I had none, and the apartment had to be purged of all its previously discarded office supplies: telephones, old floppy disks, fake plastic Christmas trees, scattered wasp remnants, plaster, legal tomes, various cords, all of the now useless technological and informational ephemera slowly accumulated in offices all over America.
The town of Grantsville is small, around 500 people live here, and though much of the original buildings show signs of dilapidation, the immediacy of the surrounding mountain is such that, every contour, every stone and precipice is easily discernible from my room, in a large brown reticulation, you get the impression that you are living wholly within a nest.
I’m, just now, really beginning to understand the work I’m to do here. Right now it consists mostly of seeking out and securing funding to match an ARC grant we a hope to get later in the year. Roger has largely been an invaluable resource in articulating the political, financial and social hurdles we face. I found out through him, that the park also houses a number of gas wells, wells which don’t contribute money back into the park, but use the park’s infrastructure to extract the gas.
The issue here, as it is everywhere, is where and from whom to ask for money, knowing that the success of any initiative undertaken, here, is, without any doubt whatsoever, prefigured in its dollar amount, and in the capacity of its proponents to ensure steady injections of cash whenever it starts to dwindle. In contracting towns all over the United States, as the endemic sources of capital decline in the form of whatever industry propagated it to begin with, there can be no doubt about who holds the power over what remains. It is only in the form of non profit money redistributed from large and well monied industries outside of small towns which can address the banal but important infrastructural needs, easily (or not) addressed by the town itself, decades ago. Here the money comes from gas or from the federal government, and the local government can control very little of it’s own municipality when it has been rendered irrelevant or innocuous by it’s lack of capital.
There are many people involved in the gas extraction: there are the people who own the mineral rights, the people who own the wells (of which there are multiple different owners), and there are people who own land just outside of the park for the purpose of extraction. The county owns the park but the park gets very little in the way of financing from the county. It’s hard yet to say if this has something to do with some internal grudge, bureaucratic negligence or simply scarce resources. All three might be at work.
Roger and I talked a little about what it would take to solicit some of these folks for money from the park. He talked, smiling, about how some rely on the current infrastructure belonging to the park, that there is legal precedent to gently remind them of if they balk at donating to the park, but that they could argue their way out of any legal injunction through other means, but that really we wouldn’t want to roil the waters and spur any dispute. Generally we are at the caprice of those with superfluous capital to donate, and until these benefactors are certain, we’ll have to busy ourselves in other ways.