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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

OUR FAVOURITE SEASON(S) and JUST SO YOU KNOW,

                        OUR FAVOURITE SEASON(S)

The time around the Equinoxes, both fall and spring, are our favourite here in Alaska. In March, we have longer days, warmer temperatures, but not too warm, and the full depth of our winter snowpack, to enjoy on our back-country ski outings, or for just nordic skiing on our local trail systems.

In September, the fast-waning sun, when it shines, shines in a clear, dark blue sky, framed by the beauty of our flaming aspen, birch, balsam poplar, cottonwood, and willow deciduous trees. This month has been particularly spectacular, because strong high pressure ridging has brought the entire mainland of Alaska clear, dry weather for over two weeks! After a very gloomy, cloudy, wet summer in most areas, certainly here around Anchorage. 

This weekend past, we decided to head east to our good friend Erik Hursh's little cabin on the bluff, 200 metres above the Copper River. This beautiful yellow aspen frames the runway on his property, which he scratched in the dirt for his little Piper PA-18 Super-Cub airplane. Which is the main airframe for Nunatak Air Service, Erik's flightseeing, and instructing business. 

We were going to do some hiking, running, and flightseeing over the beautiful Wrangell Mountains, the 3700 to 5050 metre high volcanoes, one still active (4318 metre Mt. Wrangell), that rear up inland from the coast ranges in far southeastern Alaska. In fact, the view from Erik's cabin on the bluff, of 3700 metre Mt. Drum, is almost as good as being in an airplane!

We did a beautiful 90 minute run from the cabin, along the bluff, with these views, down to the Copper River, then back up, on Sunday, after our flight tour of the Wrangells. What a spectacular place this would be for a marathon! Much more scenic than the Equinox Marathon in Fairbanks, or the Yukon Trail Marathon, in Whitehorse, which Erik and I have both done many times. 

The original plan had been that Mattie, Homer, and I would drive up to the road to Nabesna, in Wrangell/St.Elias National Park, Saturday, after our arrival the day before, and do a short pack trip north of the road, at about mile 30, into this portion of the Alaska Range. However, when we got near Trail Creek, which was our planned route, our A.P.R. cruiser hit a deep hole in the rough gravel road, and must have landed on a sharp rock. The rear left tire blew out, and we had to put on the little spare. We decided to take no chances now, having no spare, and to back out and get to Glenallen, to see if the tire was fixable. It was dicey returning the 30 miles back on the rough road to the Tok Cutoff highway, without a spare, we went very slowly. We got to Glenallen and the tire was beyond repair, so we had to get a temporary old tire to hold us over until our return to the big city. 

So Erik decided to take us up flightseeing in the PA-18 Super-cub the next day. He has been flying for many years now and is instrument rated, and has his commercial flight instructor license. With his years of flying around interior Alaska, down to Valdez, and all points between, he has amassed great skill and experience, in the worst of conditions. So we had complete confidence in this endeavour, and were greatly anticipating it.

This was our route, for the day. We took off from the 300 metre long dirt strip around 0900. For those not in the know, these little two-seat PA-18 Super-Cubs have amazing properties. They only burn as much gas as an average car, can take off and land in only 100 metres, and can be outfitted with either tundra tires, enabling landing on just about any area with fist-sized or smaller rocks, sand bars, or grass/shrubs. With wheeled skis, they can land on glaciers and any ice surface. Even with the tundra tires, they are good to land on snow/ice, as long as it's relatively hard-packed. After a short jaunt at 1-5 metre height (!) skimming the Copper River (after a steep dip and bank down and right from the bluff, which was a little hard on my coffee-full stomach), we stopped at the Gulkana airport in Glenallen to fuel up. It was a beautiful sunny day, with unlimited visibility, the Alaska Range was visible 100+ km to the north,  the Chugach Range 100+ km to the southwest, and the Wrangells right in front of us to the east.

We were back up in the air by 1000, with full tanks, and made hard for the Wrangells. Erik has scouted out a few actual landing sites in different areas, and wanted to see if one potential spot could work. We first made for 3700 metre Mt. Drum, the lowest of the big volcanoes. It looks much like Mt. Rainier, to my eyes. On the way, heading up it's north slope, there were these beautiful little blue lakes below, above treeline, inset in the fall-coloured tundra, very nice. We could even see our shadow, skimming over the surface features.

As we flew further up Drum's north face, we hit the lower glaciers which are dirt/rock covered around 1500 metres elevation, and these had some melt-water lakes on them as well.

Erik took us right up the face of Drum, and we flew all around it's sheer glaciated rocks. The PA-18 has plexiglass overhead, as well as the side windows, so we had beautiful views through these.

One of my favourite views though were these big glacial chunks at around 2200 metres elevation, interesting patterns are formed as these masses of downslope-flowing ice are stretched and deformed by the underlying rocks. Looks like an image from a different planet!

Our first stop after fueling up was a flat area at around 1435 metres on the east face of Drum, in a saddle area between it, and the much taller, 5050 metre, Mt. Sanford. He found it earlier this year and had already landed there a few times. We dropped down quickly in the perfectly calm, clear conditions, and got out to explore. It was probably around +2 or 3C, with not even a puff of a breeze. Truly amazing, when you consider that August and September are the wettest months in this area, and at these elevations, are often socked-in for days with fog, rain, and snow.

Imposing Drum, just 10 km to our east was spectacular, as we walked around for about a half-hour, enjoying the views and amazing weather. You can see there are fist-sized and smaller rocks, all around, with some large ones. Erik was able to judge, when he first saw the area, that it was suitable, then would take several passes, dropping the wheels a little longer each time, before finally feeling comfortable, that it would make a suitable landing area, with a good safety margin, in case of wind changes.

It was hazy looking east to imposing 5050 metre Mt. Sanford (16,500 feet), the tallest of the Wrangell volcanoes. Both it, and Mt. Drum appear to have blown out their south halves in a vast explosion, similarly to St. Helens did (though it blew out it's north half). 

Our takeoff was amazingly brief, as always, the PA-18 is almost like a helicopter in that respect, we are only cruising at 50-60 knots when we lift off after only 100 metres. We headed to the massive ice mass of 4318 metre (14,163 ft.) Mt. Wrangell, which is still active. In fact, I have seen it puff on occasion on our satellite imagery, in the 1 KM high-resolution GOES visible loops. Wrangell is a shield volcano, similar to Mauna Loa in Hawaii, a broad, gently sloping mass of lava floes. But in this case, topped with an incredible mass of ice, probably 1-2 km thick in places. It lies to the south, between Drum and Sanford. This is its highest point, right in front of us, with that massive volume of ice-cover. Erik had seen a small ice-covered shelf at 2264 metres on previous flights, on the north face of Wrangell, and wanted to see if we could land on it today, since we had such good weather. Even as high as nearly 3000 metres, we only had very light northeasterly winds, under the strong high pressure ridge. 

Erik saw that there was snow cover on the shelf, that wasn't there when he last was in the area a few weeks previous. So we had to skim it three times, each time putting the wheels down a little longer, to make sure the snow was hard-packed, and wouldn't grab the tires and cause the plane to flip. The second of our three passes was a little un-nerving to me, since we went down the drop-off on the east side of the shelf. If you look real closely, at the edge of the snow, where the rocks begin, our tracks are visible, with one set dropping off. 

But after three passes, Erik determined it was safe and hard-packed, and we dropped right down, at 2264 metres, his highest landing ever! We got out and explored, here it was still only about -1C, and with only a very light northeast breeze. Unbelievable, for the 18th of September!

We had to take a picture of the altimeter, to document this fact, 7425 feet (2264 metres). 

Walking around at this elevation was beautiful in every direction. Off to our south, this volcanic feature called a dike, with its multi-coloured lava rocks attracted our interest. We walked a little up its lower flank, and behind us, on the snowfield. I stopped us though after a little bit, because it was a glacial surface, and had crevasse potential, and we were not equipped for safe travel on it, roped with crampons and ice axes. 

We both have that equipment and training, but glacial traversing was not on our agenda this day, we didn't have the time. 
Our takeoff from this little ice shelf went perfectly, as expected, and then we headed south and west, back to the bluff, and the Nunatak Air Service base. On the way though, there was still more to see.

Every so often when traveling around in fall, we see one or two more orange or even red, clumps of aspen, which give us our most vibrant fall colour. These clumps of orange and red ones caught my eye very quickly. 

We were even fortunate enough to pass over a ridge where some wood bison were congregating. These fairly elusive animals are few in number in the Alaska interior and are somewhat protected. Only limited numbers are allowed to be hunted, and a tag for one, which is drawn by lottery, is highly sought-after.

This is the first time I had ever actually seen any. 

Our flightseeing trip ended after five hours with our smooth, quick drop to the dirt strip, five hours after our start, in the clear, blue 15C weather. A September to remember, no doubt about it! 

If you ever want to take a flight tour around this area, north into the Alaska Range, or south to Valdez and the wonders of Prince William Sound with its massive glaciers, be sure and check out Nunatak Air Service. You'll be glad you did!
http://www.nunatak-air.com/

                                     JUST SO YOU KNOW,

It seems like we are often two to three weeks ahead, here at the Alaska Progressive Review, in presenting you important information. Case in point: this article, from today's Common Dreams website. So stick with us, you'll be glad you did.


Arctic Ice in Death Spiral

by Stephen Leahy
UXBRIDGE, Canada - The carbon dioxide emissions from burning such fossil fuels have now melted the Arctic sea ice to its lowest volume since before the rise of human civilisation and dangerously upsetting the energy balance of the entire planet, climate scientists are reporting.
[The carbon dioxide emissions from burning such fossil fuels have now melted the Arctic sea ice to its lowest volume since before the rise of human civilisation and dangerously upsetting the energy balance of the entire planet, climate scientists are reporting. (AFP/File/Martin Bureau) ]The carbon dioxide emissions from burning such fossil fuels have now melted the Arctic sea ice to its lowest volume since before the rise of human civilisation and dangerously upsetting the energy balance of the entire planet, climate scientists are reporting. (AFP/File/Martin Bureau)

"The Arctic sea ice has reached its four lowest summer extents (area covered) in the last four years," said Mark Serreze, director of the National Snow and Ice Data Center in the U.S. city of Boulder, Colorado.The volume - extent and thickness - of ice left in the Arctic likely reached the lowest ever level this month, Serreze told IPS.

"I stand by my previous statements that the Arctic summer sea ice cover is in a death spiral. It's not going to recover," he said.
There can be no recovery because tremendous amounts of extra heat are added every summer to the region as more than 2.5 million square kilometres of the Arctic Ocean have been opened up to the heat of the 24-hour summer sun. A warmer Arctic Ocean not only takes much longer to re-freeze, it emits huge volumes of additional heat energy into the atmosphere, disrupting the weather patterns of the northern hemisphere, scientists have now confirmed.

"The exceptional cold and snowy winter of 2009-2010 in Europe, eastern Asia and eastern North America is connected to unique physical processes in the Arctic," James Overland of the NOAA Pacific Marine Environmental Laboratory in the United States told IPS in Oslo, Norway last June in an exclusive interview. ' Paradoxically, a warmer Arctic means "future cold and snowy winters will be the rule rather than the exception" in these regions, Overland told IPS.

There is growing evidence of widespread impacts from a warmer Arctic, agreed Serreze. "Trapping all that additional heat has to have impacts and those will grow in the future," he said.

One local impact underway is a rapid warming of the coastal regions of the Arctic, where average temperatures are now three to five degrees C warmer than they were 30 years ago. If the global average temperature increases from the present 0.8 C to two degrees C, as seems likely, the entire Arctic region will warm at least four to six degrees and possibly eight degrees due to a series of processes and feedbacks called Arctic amplification.

A similar feverish rise in our body temperatures would put us in hospital if it didn't kill us outright.
"I hate to say it but I think we are committed to a four- to six-degree warmer Arctic," Serreze said.
If the Arctic becomes six degrees warmer, then half of the world's permafrost will likely thaw, probably to a depth of a few metres, releasing most of the carbon and methane accumulated there over thousands of years, said Vladimir Romanovsky of the University of Alaska in Fairbanks and a world expert on permafrost.

Methane is a global warming gas approximately 25 times more potent than carbon dioxide (CO2).
That would be catastrophic for human civilisation, experts agree. The permafrost region spans 13 million square kilometres of the land in Alaska, Canada, Siberia and parts of Europe and contains at least twice as much carbon as is currently present in the atmosphere - 1,672 gigatonnes of carbon, according a paper published in Nature in 2009. That's three times more carbon than all of the worlds' forests contain.

"Permafrost thawing has been observed consistently across the entire region since the 1980s," Romanovsky said in an interview.

A Canadian study in 2009 documented that the southernmost permafrost limit had retreated 130 kilometres over the past 50 years in Quebec's James Bay region. At the northern edge, for the first time in a decade, the heat from the Arctic Ocean pushed far inland this summer, Romanovsky said.

There are no good estimates of how much CO2 and methane is being released by the thawing permafrost or by the undersea permafrost that acts as a cap over unknown quantities of methane hydrates (a type of frozen methane) along the Arctic Ocean shelf, he said.

"Methane is always there anywhere you drill through the permafrost," Romanovsky noted.

Last spring , Romanovsky's colleagues reported that an estimated eight million tonnes of methane emissions are bubbling to the surface from the shallow East Siberian Arctic shelf every year in what were the first-ever measurements taken there. If just one percent of the Arctic undersea methane reaches the atmosphere, it could quadruple the amount of methane currently in the atmosphere.

Abrupt releases of large amounts of CO2 and methane are certainly possible on a scale of decades, he said. The present relatively slow thaw of the permafrost could rapidly accelerate in a few decades, releasing huge amounts of global warming gases.

Another permafrost expert, Ted Schuur of the University of Florida, has come to the same conclusion. "In a matter of decades we could lose much of the permafrost," Shuur told IPS.

Those losses are more likely to come rapidly and upfront, he says. In other words, much of the permafrost thaw would happen at the beginning of a massive 50-year meltdown because of rapid feedbacks.

Emissions of CO2 and methane from thawing permafrost are not yet factored into the global climate models and it will be several years before this can be done reasonably well, Shuur said.

"Current mitigation targets are only based on anthropogenic (human) emissions," he explained.
Present pledges by governments to reduce emissions will still result in a global average temperature increase of 3.5 to 3.9 C by 2100, according to the latest analysis. That would result in an Arctic that's 10 to 16 degrees C warmer, releasing most of the permafrost carbon and methane and unknown quantities of methane hydrates.

This why some climate scientists are calling for a rapid phaseout of fossil fuels, recommending that fossil fuel emissions peak by 2015 and decline three per cent per year. But even then there's still a 50-percent probability of exceeding two degrees C current studies show. If the emissions peak is delayed until 2025, then global temperatures will rise to three degrees C, the Arctic will be eight to 10 degrees warmer and the world will lose most its permafrost. [in other words, we're screwed, because a corporate-controlled World is not going to phase out fossil fuels until it is far too late, eds].

Meanwhile, a new generation of low-cost, thin-film solar roof and outside wall coverings being made today has the potential to eliminate burning coal and oil to generate electricity, energy experts believe - if governments have the political will to fully embrace green technologies.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

((CROW PASS)**2) [and] CRYOSPHERE TOMORROW?

                                       ((CROW PASS)**2)











Saturday last, we decided to run up Crow Pass, near Girdwood, then down the other side, to the Eagle River, then turn around about 21 km out, and return to the trailhead. This is a beautiful area in the Chugach Range, just about 60 KM east of Anchorage, with a little higher mountains, up to 2000-2500 metres, than the ones nearer to the Chugach Front Research Centre.

It is also part of the route for a really tough, almost-marathon length race every July, the Crow Pass Crossing. Which starts at the trailhead near Girdwood, crosses the pass, runs down the trail to the Eagle River ford, which is a challenge, crossing the fast-flowing, cold river, ending up at the Eagle River Nature Center, 40 km from the start. But since Homer, like most sled dogs, doesn't like crossing streams much deeper than his knees, and it would likely have been too high in the afternoon anyway, from glacial melt, we decided to just do the out and back. The double summitting of the pass we felt, more than makes up for the lack of the challenge of fording the Eagle River.

So we made it to the trailhead around 1100 and started up. It was the second day of a wonderful break in our long, gloomy, summer weather we had this year, which is still going on, thanks to a persistent high pressure ridge. Which had this strong of one been in place last June or July, would have given us record high temperatures and wildfires. But this late in the season, what we are getting instead, are clear, cool days and nights, with fog around the Cook inlet, which is playing havoc with Anchorage's busy airport.

Heading up the trail, we were awestruck by the verticality of the terrain here. Tree line is only around 600 metres here, and we quickly got above that and enjoyed the scenery. Ragged Top mountain here rises to 1591 metres (5218'), 1220 metres above the trailhead. And the mountains rise even higher as the trail ascends.

The trail splits about 4 km in, one section goes up gradually, into some gold mining ruins abandoned in 1940, before a rapid ascent to the pass, while the other ascends at a steady, moderate rate up to the pass, above the ruins. After approaching the ruins, we went off-trail to go up to the upper route, as we liked it's more steady ascent up to the pass. And this is the route that the Crow Pass Crossing race uses.

We reached the pass, 6 km in, in 50 minutes (it's slow running uphill!). Homer was running strong, and we were hoping that would continue, since at 14, he is an older dog, especially considering his size.

The top of the pass was just as, or even more beautiful, with small lakes, and high peaks all round. We kept running, wanting to get up and over, but it was tempting to slow down and savour this incredible scenery.

There is a small USFS cabin that rents out, and another under construction that will be ready next year. We will definitely be renting one then, to use as a base to explore and climb the surrounding peaks and high country.

Mattie of course was in heaven, I think she was wet continually, the whole time we were on this outing. Because there are so many streams and ponds, for her to get into. Which she wasted no time in doing.

When we got to the top of the pass, we could look down, and see our objective, in the far distance. The Eagle River crossing, behind which rear the higher 2000-2500 metre peaks in the heart of the Chugach range, which are extensively glaciated.

As we dropped down from the pass, it got quite steep, and in some sections, quite precarious, with sheer drops of 30-50 metres, while the trail was only 15-20 cm wide. We definitely had to watch our step!

But the scenery continued to be stunning on all sides. Raven glacier was on our left (east) side, shining beautifully in the sun. It was clear though, that it has receded quite a bit, judging from the newly exposed unvegetated rocks at its base (more on this later).

As we dropped further and got down to a little less steep and precarious sections, the view was a little different. Instead of a glacier on our left side, the mountainsides had these beautiful little cascades flowing down, of clean, clear water. One of which we drank from later, when our water ran out.

At the end of the steepest section on the north side of the pass, was our only unbridged major stream crossing. Clear Creek, which emanates from Clear Glacier. I took off my shoes and socks, and strolled across, after having an energy break. On the way back, I drank heavily from it's beautiful blue, clear water, and it was great!

A few km north of this crossing, the trail crosses Raven Creek, which has cut a sheer 30-40 metre deep cleft through solid rock. Truly amazing to contemplate, as the little bridge crosses over it, and pictures just cannot do it justice. To see this large, boiling stream straight down through this narrow gorge is an amazing sight. Something not possible to see in the Interior!

I had to get after Mattie and Homer though, they were getting out to the edge of this sheer drop-off, harvesting tasty ripe blueberries. But I was afraid they would lose their footing, which would have been fatal, so called them back.

After this amazing gorge, the trail then took on a much different character. As we descended more slowly down the valley of Raven Creek toward the Eagle River, it got muddier, and went through dense thickets of alder and willows, and tall grass. Roots and slippery muddy rocks were always a problem, and hard to see, with the dense, overgrown vegetation around the trail. As we got closer to the Eagle River, some beautiful mountain ash trees made an appearance, backed by the higher mountains. We got tired of this overgrown, muddy, rocky trail though, and decided to turn back, shortly before reaching the Eagle River. We wanted to be in the sun, in the higher terrain, with the beautiful mountains surrounding us, not in the alder/willow thickets. This was about 19 km and 2 1/2 hours in.
The way back was much harder, as it was steeper going up the north side of the pass, than the south side had been. I decided to just walk the rest of the way back, it was so steep, and, it was so beautiful out, I wanted to spend more time in this beautiful area. Fast-packing for me is always a spur-of-the-moment decision, as far as how it will be done. If the trail or route is not too steep, I'll run the majority of the 40-65km, otherwise, I'll run some, and walk a good percentage, as well. In this case, I probably ran 14-16 of the 39 km of this outing.
I was sweating hard coming back up the steepest part of this route, it was fairly mild, 15-17C or so, and in the bright sun, I was quite warm. I had to stop a couple times and hydrate, it's amazing how thirsty I get, and how much water weight I can lose on these kind of outings.

We stopped at the top of the pass, and rested a bit, and I drank almost all the water I had filled my bottles with in Clear Creek earlier, after having my lunch there. 
I also went in the little lake up to my thighs there, I was already getting sore, from the double pass ascent of 1524 metres (5000'), and that cold water felt good. After that, we just walked the rest of the way down, enjoying the inspiring scenery and warm early fall sunshine. We reached the trailhead around 1730, about 6 1/2 hours after our start. My legs were quite sore from the double ascent/descent, so I wasted no time in getting my legs into this beautiful, fast-flowing, COLD, glacial-fed Milk Creek. Which comes off of Milk glacier, and flows right next to the parking area near the trailhead. In addition to the beautiful scenery, the other thing which made the day a resounding success, was that 14 year old Homer was just as fresh at the end, as when we started! I sure am proud of him! Mattie of course, ran at least double our distances, with all her side excursions, often at her full speed. We long ago realised that she is incapable of tiring, at least in all that we do!
This was easily one of the most beautiful fast-packs/hikes I've ever been on. And just an hour from Anchorage! We'll surely be spending alot more time to come over the years in there. Skiing could be pretty dicey in there though, the steep slopes all round  might be dangerous for avalanches. I'm going to ask around about that before venturing in there in winter, for sure.
                     CRYOSPHERE TOMORROW?

The Cryosphere Today is a website maintained by the University of Illinois at Champagne-Urbana, which provides current images of sea ice and snow cover around the globe, as well as archived images from the periods of record of them. A very interesting and informative site.  This university is a major centre for glacial and cryospheric research, and global climate change.

The period of record for satellite-measured Arctic Ocean sea-ice concentrations only extends back to 1979. Yet serious and troubling changes have occurred in those 31 years, which we have alluded to in previous articles. Which deserve another look, and now that you have the link, we encourage you to go to the site, and check things out for yourselves. 
First though, after seeing what we were sure was rapid recession of Raven Glacier, on our fast-pack last saturday, we needed to find an older picture for reference to compare. And what luck, we found one from another blogger who had hiked through there in 2006, in exactly the same spot! And so here, for your inspection, we present to you our comparison, and forecast for the Raven Glacier. 
Here is an image I downloaded today from The Cryosphere Today, which I found particularly compelling. In the image from 1979, note how the majority of the ice-cover in the Arctic basin is measured at 80-100 percent coverage, and how large it is. Most the Beaufort Sea north of Alaska is covered, as well as that north of Eastern Siberia. 31 years later, most of that is gone, and less than half of what is left, is at 80-100 percent coverage. The rest is 50 percent or less, meaning, there is open water throughout those areas, including extending across the North Pole, from Alaska, to Siberia! 
We don't think it takes a glaciologist or climatologist to figure out this trend! We would therefore expect open water throughout the Arctic, including over the pole, within five summers. This of course, is a tipping point, in the global climate system, as we have mentioned before. 

Since global CO2 and methane emissions are going to accelerate in the coming years, as countries like China and India "develop" further, and the US does nothing to curb it's emissions, the effects we expect we'll see will test the capacity of all humanity to adapt to, and cooperate in surviving, in the coming two to three decades. Cheers.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

VICTOR JARA'S HANDS

Wire fences still coiled with flowers of the night
Songs of the birds like hands call the earth to witness
Sever from fear before taking flight

Fences that fail and fall to the ground
Bearing the fruit from Jara's Hands

Me siento solo y perdido
Una vela alumbra mi camino
Cruzando tierras que nunca he visto
Cruzando el rio de mi destino
Solo soy un chico mas
Que suena en alto y mirando al mar
All alone and lost
My path is lit by flame
Crossing lands never seen
Crossing rivers of my destiny
Only a boy nothing more
Day dreaming wanting more 
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n_pZ0zn0qjg

These are the lyrics from and the actual song, "Victor Jara's Hands", by one of our favourite bands, Tucson, AZ-based Calexico. They create beautiful, haunting, alternative rock music with a Tex-Mex, and Chicano flair about mainly southwestern themes. 

Víctor Jara

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
Víctor Jara
Birth name Víctor Lidio Jara Martínez
Born September 28, 1932(1932-09-28)
Origin Chillán Viejo, Chile
Died September 15, 1973 (aged 40)
Genres Folk, Nueva canción, Andean music
Occupations Singer/Songwriter, Poet, Theatre director, University academic, Social activist
Instruments Vocals, Spanish Guitar
Years active 1959–1973
Labels EMI-Odeon
DICAP/Alerce
Warner Music
Associated acts Violeta Parra, Patricio Castillo, Quilapayún,
Inti-illimani, Patricio Manns, Ángel Parra, Isabel Parra, Sergio Ortega, Pablo Neruda, Daniel Viglietti, Atahualpa Yupanqui, Joan Baez, Dean Reed, Silvio Rodriguez, Holly Near, Cornelis Vreeswijk
Website Official website

Víctor Lidio Jara Martínez 
(September 28, 1932 – September 15, 1973[1]) was a Chilean teacher, theatre director, poet, singer-songwriter, political activist and member of the Communist Party of Chile. A distinguished theatre director, he devoted himself to the development of Chilean theatre, directing a broad array of works from locally produced Chilean plays, to the classics of the world stage, to the experimental work of Ann Jellicoe. Simultaneously he developed in the field of music and played a pivotal role among neo-folkloric artists who established the Nueva Canción Chilena (New Chilean Song) movement which led to a revolution in the popular music of his country under the Salvador Allende government. Shortly after the Chilean coup of 11 September 1973, he was arrested, tortured and ultimately shot to death by machine gun fire. His body was later thrown out into the street of a shanty town in Santiago.[2] The contrast between the themes of his songs, on love, peace and social justice and the brutal way in which he was murdered transformed Jara into a symbol of struggle for human rights and justice across Latin America.  
"As long as we sing his songs, as long as his courage can inspire us to greater courage, Victor Jara will never die."
Pete Seeger

 

Early life

Víctor Jara was born in the locality of Lonquén, near the city of Santiago, to poor peasants Manuel Jara and Amanda Martínez. Jara's father, Manuel, was illiterate and wanted his children to work as soon as they could rather than get an education, so by the age of 6, Jara was already working on the land. Manuel Jara was unable to extract a livelihood from the earnings as a peasant in the Ruiz-Tagle estate nor was he able to find stable work to support his large family. He took to drinking and became violent. His relationship with his wife deteriorated, and Manuel left the family when Víctor was still a child to look for work elsewhere. Amanda persevered in raising Víctor and his siblings by herself, insisting that all of them should receive a good education. Amanda, a mestiza with deep Araucanian roots in the south of Chile, was not illiterate, she was autodidactic; played the guitar, the piano and was a singer in her town, singing traditional folk songs at local functions like wedding and funerals for the locals.[3]

Jara's mother died when he was 15, leaving him to make his own way thereafter. He began to study to be an accountant, but soon moved into a seminary instead, studying to become a priest. After a couple of years, however, he became disillusioned with the Church and left the seminary. Subsequently he spent several years in the army before returning to his home town to pursue interests in folk music and theater.

 

Artistic life

Jara was deeply influenced by the folklore of Chile and other Latin American countries; he was particularly influenced by artists like Violeta Parra, Atahualpa Yupanqui, and the poet Pablo Neruda. Jara began his foray into folklore in the mid-1950s when he began singing with the group Cuncumen. He moved more decisively into music in the 1960s getting the opportunity to sing at Santiago's La Peña de Los Parra, owned by Ángel Parra. Through them Jara became greatly involved in the Nueva Canción movement of Latin American folk music. He published his first recording in 1966 and, by 1970, had left his theater work in favor of a career in music. His songs were drawn from a combination of traditional folk music and left-wing political activism. From this period, some of his most renowned songs are Plegaria a un Labrador ("Prayer to a Worker") and Te Recuerdo Amanda ("I Remember You Amanda"). He supported the Unidad Popular ("Popular Unity") coalition candidate Salvador Allende for the presidency of Chile, taking part in campaigning, volunteer political work, and playing free concerts.

Political activism

Allende's campaign was successful and, in 1970, he was elected president of Chile. However, the Chilean military, who opposed Allende's socialist politics, staged a coup on September 11, 1973, in the course of which Allende was killed (See Death of Salvador Allende). At the moment of the coup, Jara was on the way to the Technical University (today Universidad de Santiago), where he was a teacher. That night he slept at the university along with other teachers and students, and sang to raise morale.

Víctor Jara's grave in the General Cemetery of Santiago. The note left reads: “‘Till Victory!”

Death

On the morning of September 12, Jara was taken, along with thousands of others, as a prisoner to the Chile Stadium (renamed the Estadio Víctor Jara in September 2003). In the hours and days that followed, many of those detained in the stadium were tortured and killed there by the military forces. Jara was repeatedly beaten and tortured; the bones in his hands were broken as were his ribs.[4] Fellow political prisoners have testified that his captors mockingly suggested that he play guitar for them as he lay on the ground with broken hands. Defiantly, he sang part of "Venceremos" (We Will Win), a song supporting the Popular Unity coalition.[4] After further beatings, he was machine-gunned on September 15, his body dumped on a road on the outskirts of Santiago and then taken to a city morgue.

Jara's wife Joan was allowed to come and retrieve his body from the site and was able to confirm the physical damage he had endured. After holding a funeral for her husband, Joan Jara fled the country in secret.
Joan Turner Jara currently lives in Chile and runs the Víctor Jara Foundation. The Chile Stadium, also known as the Víctor Jara Stadium, is often confused with the Estadio Nacional (National Stadium).

Before his death, Jara wrote a poem about the conditions of the prisoners in the stadium, the poem was written on a paper that was hidden inside a shoe of a friend. The poem was never named, but is commonly known as Estadio Chile.

In June 2008, Chilean judge Juan Eduardo Fuentes re-opened the investigation into Jara's death. Judge Fuentes said he would examine 40 new pieces of evidence provided by the singer's family.[5] On May 28, 2009, José Adolfo Paredes Márquez, a 54-year-old former Army conscript arrested the previous week in San Sebastian, Chile, was formally charged with Jara's murder. Following Paredes' arrest, on June 1, 2009, the police investigation identified the name of the officer who first shot Víctor Jara in the head. The officer played Russian roulette with Jara, by placing a single round in his revolver, spinning the cylinder, placing the muzzle against Jara's head and pulling the trigger. The officer repeated this a couple of times, until a shot fired and Víctor fell to the ground. The officer then ordered two conscripts (one of them Paredes) to finish the job, by firing into Jara's body.[6][7][8] A judge ordered Jara's body to be exhumed in an effort to determine more information regarding his death.[9]
On December 3, 2009, a massive funeral took place in the "Galpón de Víctor Jara" across from "Plaza Brazil". Jara's remains were honoured by thousands. His remains were re-buried in the same place he was buried in 1973.[10]

Víctor Jara's legacy

Although the military regime managed to burn the vast majority of master recordings of Jara's music, Joan Jara managed to sneak recordings out of Chile, which were later copied and distributed worldwide. Joan Jara later wrote an account of Víctor Jara's life and music, titled Víctor: An Unfinished Song.

On September 22, 1973, the Soviet/Russian astronomer Nikolai Stepanovich Chernykh named a newly found asteroid 2644 Víctor Jara, in honor of Víctor Jara's life and artistic work.

American folksinger Phil Ochs, who met and performed with Jara during a tour of South America, organized a benefit concert in his memory in New York in 1974. Titled "An Evening With Salvador Allende", the concert featured Bob Dylan, Pete Seeger, Arlo Guthrie and Ochs.

An East German biographical movie called El Cantor (the Singer) was made in 1978. It was directed by Jara's friend Dean Reed, who also played the part of Jara.

Dutch-Swedish singer-songwriter Cornelis Vreeswijk recorded "Blues för Victor Jara" on his album Bananer - bland annat in 1980.

In the late 1990s British actress Emma Thompson started to work on a screenplay, which she planned to use as the basis for a movie about Víctor Jara. Thompson, a human rights activist and fan of Jara, considered the political murder of the Chilean artist as a symbol of human rights violation in Chile. She believed a movie about Jara's life and death would make more people aware of the Chilean tragedy.[11] The movie would feature Antonio Banderas – another fan of Víctor Jara – as Jara himself where he would sing some of his songs and Emma Thompson as Víctor Jara's British wife Joan Jara.[12] The project has not yet been made into a film.

The Soviet musician Alexander Gradsky created the rock opera Stadium (Стадион, Stadion) in 1985 based on the events surrounding Jara's death.[13]

The Southwestern American band Calexico open their 2008 album Carried to Dust with the song "Victor Jara's Hands".

So why are we writing about Victor Jara today? Because his life, death, and legacy in Chile, paint a sad and tragic portrait of what happens when Fascism comes to a country. Which is what happened in Chile, on 11 September, 1973, (the first 9/11!) actively supported and encouraged by the Nixon administration, which we've written about in previous articles.

This is a good short article about why we are, and have been concerned, for some years now, about the increasing fascist trends we are seeing in the USA. Aided and abetted by the corporate media.

Glenn Beck and the Yearning for Fascism

by Matthew Rothschild

Glenn Beck’s got me worried again about fascism in America.

His so-called restoring honor rally last weekend assumed that somehow America has been dishonored, and that is a classic trope of fascists.
Nor was I comforted by all talk from Beck about “America today begins to turn back to God.”
Nor was I comforted by the full-throated and repeated chants of “USA, USA.”

Nor by Sarah Palin having the gall to claim “we feel the spirit of Dr. Martin Luther King,” this just 10 days after she told Dr. Laura to “reload,” after the talk show host said the N word 11 times in five minutes.

As if the rally wasn’t enough, Beck continued on his crusade during the week. Check this comment out: Beck said, “There are a lot of universities that are as dangerous with the indoctrination of the children as terrorists are in Iran or North Korea.”

The irony is that Ahmadinejad has actually denounced the universities in Iran with similar disdain. One year into his first term, he asked scornfully “why liberal and secular university lecturers are present in the universities." He and Beck see eye to eye on that one.

Beck made a fool of himself also when he said, later in the week, that a flock of geese that appeared in the sky “was God’s flyover,” taking the place of an Air Force flyover he was not able to arrange. All of Beck’s references to “divine providence” and doing the work of God reminded me of a quote from W. S. Merwin, our new poet laureate, who once wrote: “The president of lies quotes the voices of God.”

I’ve been taking seriously the warnings of Noam Chomsky http://www.progressive.org/rothschild0610.html, who says he senses “the dark clouds of fascism” gathering here at home. I also take seriously the writings of Chris Hedges, the former New York Times reporter and author of several great books, including “War Is a Force that Gives Us Meaning.” A couple years ago, Hedges wrote another book called “American Fascists: The Christian Right and the War On America.”

And back in March, Hedges elaborated on the theme: “The language of violence always presages violence. When someone like Palin posts a map with cross hairs on the districts of Democrats, when she says “Don’t Retreat, Instead—RELOAD!” there are desperate people cleaning their weapons who listen. When Christian fascists stand in the pulpits of megachurches and denounce Barack Obama as the Antichrist, there are messianic believers who listen. . . .These movements are not yet full-blown fascist movements. They do not openly call for the extermination of ethnic or religious groups. They do not openly advocate violence. But, as I was told by Fritz Stern, a scholar of fascism who has written about the origins of Nazism, ‘In Germany there was a yearning for fascism before fascism was invented.’ It is the yearning that we now see, and it is dangerous. If we do not immediately reincorporate the unemployed and the poor back into the economy, giving them jobs and relief from crippling debt, then the nascent racism and violence that are leaping up around the edges of American society will become a full-blown conflagration. Left unchecked, the hatred for radical Islam will transform itself into a hatred for Muslims. The hatred for undocumented workers will become a hatred for Mexicans and Central Americans. The hatred for those not defined by this largely white movement as American patriots will become a hatred for African-Americans. The hatred for liberals will morph into a hatred for all democratic institutions, from universities to government agencies to the press.”

Hedges was prescient here, anticipating the anti-immigrant wave and the anti-Muslim wave—and even Beck’s swipe at the universities.

Hedges also talked about the urgent need to give people jobs lest more people succumb to the lure of fascism.

Another intellectual I greatly admire, Walden Bello, just echoed Hedges’s warning about the economic crisis feeding into fascism. In his article “Can You Say, Fascism? The Political Consequences of Stagnation,” Bellow writes: “The common failure of both market fundamentalists and technocratic Keynesians so far to address the fears of the unemployed, the about-to-be unemployed, and the vast numbers of economically insecure people will most likely produce social forces that would tackle their fears and problems head-on. A failure of the left to innovatively fill this space will inevitably spawn a reinvigorated right with fewer apprehensions about state intervention, one that could combine technocratic Keynesian initiatives with a populist but reactionary social and cultural program. There is a term for such a regime: fascist. . . . Fascism in the United States? It's not as far-fetched as you might think.”

Consider yourself forewarned.

Remember, THERE IS GOING TO BE NO ECONOMIC RECOVERY IN THE US WITHOUT MASSIVE GOVERNMENT INTERVENTION IN THE FORM OF JOBS PROGRAMMES AND TIGHTER REGULATION OF THE FINANCIAL INDUSTRY. Very little manufacturing is left in this country, since all the previous administrations over the past 30 years encouraged corporations through tax breaks and looser regulation, to outsource jobs to low-wage/non-regulatory countries, China being the main example. Unless this is turned around, and soon, through tax breaks and stimulatory loans/guarantees to corporations to bring back manufacturing to this country, and to finance alternative energy research and manufacturing, the millions of long-term unemployed in this country will become very desperate. And many will fall prey to the loud messages of the Palins, Becks, Limbaughs, and other right-wing demagogues. Who are now openly racist and xenophobic. There will be race riots, and possibly even insurrection, or civil war, if this trend continues.

Remember too, many of the same people in the conservative movement supported the fascist dictatorships around the World, especially in South and Central America, and were part of the US administrations which aided and abetted these regimes. Which tortured and murdered millions of people in the 1960s through 1990s, for the crime of working to bring basic human rights, peace, and economic justice to the suffering people in these countries (Chile, Argentina, Colombia (still!), Brasil, Uruguay, Paraguay, Bolivia, Peru, Indonesia, Iran (until 1979), Nicaragua, El Salvador, Honduras, Guatemala, Haiti, and the Dominican Republic). 

Chile was a vibrant, democratic country with an expanding economy when Salvador Allende was freely and fairly elected in 1970. Pressure from the US corporate interests that had holdings in that country enabled the murderous coup and dictatorship of General Augusto Pinochet to come to power just three years later. Just because the US has nominally considered itself a "democracy" for the last 234 years (though for any person of colour or Indigenous group, really only the past 40), does not mean that the descent into fascism can't happen here. It already is starting, and it has to be stopped! Or the suffering of Victor Jara and the multitudes of others who died in great suffering over the past 50 years, separated from their loved ones, at the hands and weapons of fascist regimes, will have been in vain. And we will see a renewal of these tragedies, in this country. Cheers.