DAVID BROWER
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"David Brower"                                          Photographed by g. Paul Bishop, '55
 No. 2                                                                    ©2019 G. Paul Bishop, Jr.

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David Brower
(David Ross Brower)
1912 - 2000

President
SIERRA CLUB FOUNDATION
Founder
FRIENDS OF THE EARTH
 

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DAVID BROWER

By Montgomery Brower
PEOPLE WEEKLY
1990
 

An uncompromising champion of the wilderness since the '30s, he has set the pace for today's environmental crusaders.
 

Since he was a child, David Brower has been coming to the meadows on Grizzly Peak in the hills above his Berkeley, California, home. The first time his father brought him along, he says, "I remember thinking how wonderful it was that the hills just went on and on." But now, on an otherwise clear and sun-warmed day, the golden green waves roll away into a belt of smog hunkered down over the Sacramento Valley. Only after a rainstorm can Brower still see 135 miles east to the snow-peaked Sierras, where he spent his youth climbing mountains. In the foreground, patches of suburbia contrast with the remembered scene of his childhood. Behind him, a thicket of antennae crowns Grizzly's summit, Nearby is a pastured vale where a new housing development may go up. "I'd like to declare open season on developers," says Brower, "I hasten to to add I don't want to shoot them. Just tranquilize them."

His opponents would wish the same fate on him. Now 77, Brower, a native of Berkeley, has devoted his life to battling developers, dammers, loggers and anyone else who regards nature's bounty more as an opportunity than a gift worth preserving. While others have made their mark by laying hands on the land, Brower has made his by defending it. The river that still flows unhindered, the redwood that still stands --- these are his monuments. In his just published autobiography, For Earth's Sake, Brower looks back over a pioneering conservation career that began before most people had even heard the word ecology. He led an early successful fight to save the Grand Canyon from dams and played a key role in establishing the national wilderness system. This month the Earth Island Institute, which Brower founded, won a major victory when the three biggest U.S. tuna canners agreed not to buy tuna caught with methods that also kill dolphins in huge numbers. Twice nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, he has been praised as a visionary and condemned as an extremist. But he has never been a man who could be safely ignored.

"The guy is a giant who stand in a unique position among all generations of American environmentalists," says Denis Hayes, the organizer of Earth Day. "He's got his combination of boldness, genius and sensitivity, and he wears them publicly. He's a real hero for our times."

Brower has earned his stature, as well as a reputation for implacable stubbornness, by refusing to surrender an inch of wilderness. "He's very bright and very persistent and a most incredible partisan," says novelist Wallace Stegner, a friend from Brower's days as head of the Sierra Club. "When he gets into a battle, he's locked like the old cartoon bulldogs on the backside of the opposition." In Brower's view, such resistance is proportionate to the threats: ozone depletion, nuclear proliferation, toxic waste, vanishing forests, disappearing species. "Since I showed up in Berkeley, our population is four times what it was in all previous history," he says. "you have to close your eyes to all the danger signals to think you can get away with that."

Yet Brower has never been shrill. "For all his harsh words, he has a very gentle voice, and I think that's why people listen to him," says writer Laura Takeshita. Discourse with Brower is always a wide-ranging campfire talk, punctuated by the frequent crackle of wry humor. Running through it all is his concern for future generations. "There are some gains, yes," he says. "But there is an enormous loss. [My children] are damn well not inheriting anything like what I inherited, and their children are inheriting much less.

Brower's inheritance included the unspoiled reaches of the High Sierra, which he first encountered on a family car-camping trip at age 6. His father, Ross Brower, taught drafting at the University of California Berkeley until 1920, when he lost his job and the family lived off the income from rental apartments he owned. One of five children, Brower was only 7 when his mother, Mary Grace, lost her eyesight to an inoperable brain tumor. During their trips to the mountains, Brower discovered a deeper appreciation for natural beauty by acting as her eyes. "you begin not only to look more carefully for yourself, but also to look for her," he writes in For Earth's Sake, "to see for her what she once saw and loved."

A butterfly collector in boyhood, Brower studied entomology at Berkeley, but dropped out in 1931 after two years --- a decision he still regrets despite nine honorary degrees. For four years he did clerical work for a candy company in San Francisco while spending all his spare time in the mountains. After joining the recreation-minded Sierra Club, he went to work in 1935 as publicity manager at Yosemite National Park. There he continued climbing mountains, and in 1939 led the first ascent of New Mexico's treacherous Shiprock.

Two years later, Brower was elected to the Sierra Club board of directors and also became an editor at the University of California Press, where his officemate was fellow editor Anne Hus. They became friends, but she was still involved with a prior suitor in 1942, when Brower enlisted in the Army and joined the legendary 10th Mountain Division. Three months later he proposed by mail and they were married on May 1, 1943. As a lieutenant, Brower trained troops to scale cliffs, skills he and they would later use to surprise troops in Italy's Apennine mountains. Brower was awarded a Bronze Star.

In the flush of postwar euphoria, few Americans worried about what an expanding economy might do to the country's natural heritage, but Brower had already begun to ask troubling questions. "When I was first married to him, the things he believed were really kind of un-American," says Anne. "You don't question growth if you're a good American." After the war, Brower became editor of the Sierra Club Bulletin and then executive director of the organization in 1952. His first campaign, against the Bureau of Reclamation, marked the arrival of environmentalism as a political force.

Since 1950 the Sierra Club had been concerned about the bureau's plans to exploit the Colorado River watershed as a source of water and hydroelectric power for the development of the arid Southwest. Over the next two decades, Brower opposed the bureau's plans to build dams in Colorado and Utah's Dinosaur National Monument, Arizona's Grand Canyon and Arizona and Utah's Glen Canyon --- and succeeded in defeating the first two of these projects. His strategy set the pattern for all his conservation battles to come. Traveling down the Yampa and Green Rivers, he filmed the beauty of Dinosaur's stark sandstone canyons to show others what would be lost. To counter arguments that the rivers were inaccessible and unsafe for recreation, the Sierra Club organized raft trips. Brower also recruited Wallace Stenger to edit This is Dinosaur: Echo Park Country and its Magic Rivers, the first Sierra Club book advocating preservation of a natural treasure.

At the moment of victory, though, Brower also mad a decision he has regretted ever since. By the time the issue of the dams reached Congress, legislators were offering a compromise: Scratch the Dinosaur dams in return for Glen Canyon. "We has enough votes to block the thing," says Brower. "The Sierra Club was the keystone of the arch." But the club's board of directors voted to accept the compromise. "I shouldn't have gone along with it," says Brower. "If we had kept up our opposition, [Glen Canyon] would have failed, I am quite sure." Later, rafting through the canyon before its destruction, Brower understood the magnitude of the loss --- but by then the project could not be stopped.

A decade later, when the Grand Canyon dams came up for review, Brower was no longer willing to cut deals. He placed a controversial full-page ad for the Sierra Club in the New York Times headlined: NOW ONLY YOU CAN SAVE GRAND CANYON FROM BEING FLOODED . . . FOR PROFIT. That move still rankles former Bureau of Reclamation chief Floyd Dominy. "Dave Brower managed to give the public the image that the dam was going to impinge on the park," says Dominy, who says that the lake created would not have encroached on the park itself. "It was Dave Brower's deliberate misrepresentation of the facts. He's a damned liar."

Brower denies the ads were misleading, but perhaps the greatest irony is that, at the time, he argued that nuclear power plants would soon make hydroelectric projects unnecessary. Years later, Brower would be one of the first to decry the dangers of nukes. Today, a coal-fired plant provides power for a grid that feeds Phoenix, "Dave Brower wanted a steam plant," says Dominy. "He got one, and now there's smog over the Grand Canyon. If I'd've got my other dam built, you wouldn't have smog."

Under Brower's leadership, Sierra Club membership grew from 2,000 to 77,000, but his uncompromising militance eventually brought him to grief. "He was extremely imaginative and very active, and he didn't like caution and he didn't like to wait," says Stenger, "with the result that he got into trouble with the Sierra Club board and has been in trouble since." The crisis grew out of Brower's decision to have the club publish a series of elegant and eloquent coffee-table books, showing the genius of photographers such as Ansel Adams and Eliot Porter. The aim of the award-winning books was to "lead people to fall in love with a place," says Brower. "Then in the text they learned the threats to it, and what they could do about it."

Unfortunately, by 1969 a large unsold book inventory was putting a severe strain on Sierra Club funds, yet Brower resisted austerities, to the dismay of even his staunchest supporters. During an internal dispute over the club's position on the proposed Diablo Canyon nuclear plant, Brower's resignation was accepted. "[The club] was his family," says Anne. "To lose that job was very painful."

Rather than mourn, Brower chose to organize Friends of the Earth (POE) to pursue his increasingly global vision of environmentalism, including opposition to nuclear weapons --- an issue that the Sierra Club had been reluctant to take on. But by 1984, FOE was in dept and staffers were complaining about Brower's autocratic management. "He can preach the gospel, but it's better to let someone else handle the collection plate," says Geoff Webb, a former FOE director. "All that time you spend fighting the board of directors is time not spent fighting polluters. I think Dave sometimes lost sight of the real enemy." When the FOE directors tried to move the organization to Washington, D.C., Brower sued unsuccessfully to block their plans, then in 1986.

In Retrospect, admits Brower, "I would have learned a little nit more about how to listen to other people and how to make them feel part of my decisions. I flunked in schmoosing." Some wounds have healed, and Brower is today an honorary vice-president of the Sierra Club. He also co-directs the San Francisco-based Earth Island Institute, which he founded in 1982. The institute's projects range from saving the sea turtles to encouraging land restoration in Central America, and so far the organization is healthy. Brower's latest plan is to promote an "international Green Cross" to restore environmentally devastated areas ranging from Amazonian rain forests to U.S. inner cities.

To promote these causes, Brower travels constantly. When he's not "burning jet fuel," as he admits, he lives with Anne in the modest redwood house they had built in 1946, with a view of the Golden Gate Bridge. They have raised four children: Ken 45, a writer; Bob, 44, a mover; Barbara, 40, a professor of geography; and John, 38, a gardener and woodcutter.

Looking back on his career, Brower says, "We never win any permanent victories in our movement; all we can get is a stay of execution. The guy who build the dam wins the permanent victory." But, he adds, "the whole idea of just making sure that there is as much beauty when I leave as there was when I came --- it's just an ethic, I guess. I just thought, that's what you do."

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Brower, Montgomery. "David Brower." People Weekly. VOL. 33, No. 17, 1990.
     pp. 103-106.


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