Saboteurs: Wiebo Ludwig's War Against Big Oil
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Saboteurs - Andrew Nikiforuk
ANDREW NIKIFORUK
FOREWORD BY CHRIS HEDGES
SABOTEURS
WIEBO LUDWIG’S
WAR AGAINST BIG OIL
To all downwinders
Copyright © 2002, 2014 by Andrew Nikiforuk
First U.S. edition 2014
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ISBN 978-1-77164-082-4 (pbk.)
ISBN 978-1-77164-083-1 (epub)
Cover design by Jessica Sullivan and Nayeli Jimenez
Text design by Terri Fong and Nayeli Jimenez
Cover photograph by Brodylo Morrow
Quote on page 46 from A Month and a Day: A Detention Diary,
by Ken Saro-Wiwa (Penguin Books, 1995), page 79.
Copyright ®The Estate of Ken Saro-Wiwa, 1995.
Reprinted with permission.
We gratefully acknowledge the financial support of the Canada Council for the Arts, the British Columbia Arts Council, the Province of British Columbia through the Book Publishing Tax Credit, and the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund for our publishing activities.
CONTENTS
MAPS
PHOTOS
FOREWORD
1 GENESIS
2 THE WOES
3 RUMOURS OF WAR
4 SABOTEURS
5 WAR
6 DANCE FLOOR
7 NUMBERS
8 THE GENERAL
9 ANGER
10 JUDAS
11 A KILLING
12 ROMANS
13 REVELATIONS
14 LAMENTATIONS
15 JUDGES
EPILOGUE
SOURCES
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
INDEX
Map 1Map 2Trickle Creek (above, in 1999) was a virgin 160 acres when Wiebo Ludwig bought the property in 1985. When he moved out west from Goderich, Ontario, he was unaware that land title in the Peace did not include mineral rights, which the Alberta government leased to an oil company. RICK MACWILLIAM/EDMONTON JOURNAL
Wiebo Ludwig. TRICKLE CREEK
The community’s goats, cared for by Salome Ludwig, experienced a dramatic increase in stillbirths after exposure to sour gas. TRICKLE CREEK
Mamie Ludwig, Wiebo’s wife, was only one of the women at the farm who suffered a miscarriage, which the family suspected was caused by the pollution. TRICKLE CREEK
Ludwig spent years lobbying in a conventional manner, firing off letters to politicians and bureaucrats and erecting signs to demonstrate his displeasure. When that produced no results, the vandalism began. TRICKLE CREEK
A Norcen wellhead encased in almost a tonne of cement. RCMP
RCMP Sergeant Bob Bilodeau imagined the Peace would be an aptly named posting after a stint in wartorn Bosnia; it didn’t turn out that way. PAW MEGGESON, DANISH NATIONAL POLICE
Allan Johnstone took pride in his nickname: Alien.
RADICAL PRESS, ARTHUR TOPHAM
To establish the credibility of Robert Wraight (top), a Ludwig acolyte turned informer, the RCMP bombed an AEC well shack – and Wraight took credit for it. GREG SOUTHAM/EDMONTON JOURNAL
Richard Boonstra (with his wife, Lois), like Ludwig, was imprisoned largely because of Wraight’s work. EDMONTON SUN/DAN RIEDLHUBER
As tensions escalated, Ludwig found himself in many confrontations. Some local businesses wouldn’t serve members of the Ludwig community, and the family received numerous death threats. GREG SOUTHAM/EDMONTON JOURNAL
Edmonton lawyer Richard Secord, who acted for Ludwig, wore a bulletproof vest to court each day. ROB GANZEVELD/EDMONTON JOURNAL
Gwyn Morgan, the president and CEO of Alberta Energy Company, met with Ludwig, but the men were unable to resolve their differences. EDMONTON SUN/ADRIAN WYLD
While Ludwig was out on bail, his van was blown up. Responsibility for the crime was never established. EDMONTON SUN/WALTER TYCHNOWICZ
Sixteen-year-old Karman Willis was the only girl among late-night joyriders at Trickle Creek. Shots were fired at the pickup trucks, and she was fatally injured. WILLIS FAMILY
The RCMP, fearing a Waco-type shootout, sent a SWAT team to Trickle Creek; the community videotaped the invasion. TRICKLE CREEK
There is in my heart as it were a burning fire,
Shut up in my bones,
And I am weary with holding it in,
And I cannot.
JEREMIAH 20:9
Wherever a man goes, men will pursue and paw him with their dirty institutions.
HENRY DAVID THOREAU
Chris Hedges
FOREWORD
OIL AND NATURAL gas drilling in the province of Alberta has turned Calgary into a boomtown. Glittering skyscrapers, monuments to the obscene profits amassed by a fossil fuel industry that is exploiting the oil sands and the vast oil and natural gas fields, have transformed Calgary, declaring the city’s new identity as a mecca for money, dirty politics, greed, and industry jobs. The city is as soulless and sterile as Houston. The death of the planet, for a few, is very good for business.
The man who waged North America’s first significant war against hydraulic fracturing was from Alberta: an eccentric, messianic Christian preacher named Wiebo Ludwig. With the help of his small Christian community in the remote north of the province, Ludwig sabotaged at least one wellhead by pouring cement down its shaft; others he blew up. The Canadian authorities, along with the oil and gas barons, demonized Ludwig as an eco-terrorist, an odd charge given that they are the ones responsible for systematically destroying the environment and the planet. That one of our era’s most effective figures of resistance against the oil and gas industry was a devout Christian is perhaps not coincidental. I do not share Ludwig’s Christian fundamentalism – his community, as Andrew Nikiforuk points out in this book, was a rigid patriarchy – but I do share his belief that when human law comes into conflict with God’s law, human law must be defied. Ludwig grasped the moral decadence of consumer society, its unchecked hedonism, worship of money, and deadening cult of the self. He retreated in 1985 with his small band of followers into the remoteness of northern Alberta. His community, called Trickle Creek, was equipped with its own biodiesel refinery, windmills, and solar panels – which permitted it to produce its own power – along with a greenhouse and a mill. Community members, who grew their own food, severed themselves from the contaminants of consumer culture. But like the struggle of Axel Heyst, the protagonist in Joseph Conrad’s novel Victory, Ludwig’s flight from evil only ensured that evil came to him.
Ludwig’s farm happened to be atop one of the largest oil and gas reserves in the world. In Canada, when you own land, you own only the top few inches of soil. The mineral rights below it belong to the state and can be sold without the knowledge or acquiescence of the landowner. Beneath Ludwig’s farm lay a fossil fuel known as sour gas, a neurotoxin that if released from within the earth can, even in small amounts, poison livestock, water tables, and people.
Wherever a man goes, men will pursue and paw him with their dirty institutions,
wrote Henry David Thoreau. This is what happened to Ludwig.
At first, like many other reformers and activists, Ludwig used legal and political channels to push back against the companies that were drilling on the edge of his 160-acre farm. He spent the first five years attending hearings with civil regulators, writing letters (he even wrote to Jane Fonda), and appealing in vain to elected officials, government agencies, the press, environmentalists, and First Nations groups. His family – he had 11 children – posted a sign in 1990 that decried (as reported in Saboteurs):
the ruthless interruption and cessation
of privacy, the relentless greedy grabbing of Creational resources,
"the caloused [sic] disregard for the sanctity of the Lord’s Day, [and] the legislation of land and mineral ownership policy
that does violence to the God-given ‘right to property.’"
Ludwig then presented the offending oil company, Ranchmen’s, with a bill for the sign.
As Nikiforuk’s book makes clear, it did not seem right to Ludwig that the oil industry could park a drilling well for sour gas in view of his family’s communal dining room. His war against industry illustrated the cost of our addiction to hydrocarbons: the destruction of groundwater, the devaluation of rural property, the invasion of rural communities, the poisoning of skies with carcinogens, the fragmentation of landscapes. Ludwig’s first acts of sabotage were minor. He laid down nails on roads. He smashed solar panels. He blocked roads by downing trees. He disabled vehicles and drilling equipment. But after two nearby wells leaked hydrogen sulphide sour gas – forcing everyone on the farm to evacuate, causing numerous farm animals give birth to deformed or stillborn offspring, and preceding five human miscarriages or stillbirths within Ludwig’s community – and after the subsequent destruction of two of his water wells, he declared open war on the oil and gas industry. He said he had to fight back to protect his children.
The Royal Canadian Mounted Police, accompanied by private security agents hired by the oil companies, spent millions to investigate the sabotage. Ludwig’s farm was occupied by police five times and searched for incriminating evidence. The police and the Alberta Energy Company (it merged with PanCanadian in 2002 to become EnCana) infiltrated Ludwig’s tight community with an agent provocateur who blew up a well – an action that was publicly blamed on Ludwig.
Ludwig’s knowledge of the terrain allowed him to outfox everyone. He was never caught in an act of sabotage, but he probably had a hand in the damage of hundreds of remote well sites, estimated at $12 million. The federal government in Ottawa, in desperation, considered sending in the army. Ludwig was finally arrested in 2000 on five counts of property damage and possession of explosives and imprisoned for 18 months. He spent his time in prison reading a treatise in Dutch on the nature of hell.
Ludwig referred to Sun Tzu’s The Art of War to justify his struggle against colossal forces, saying The war is won before it is fought.
In his home he kept a poster of activist and journalist Ken Saro-Wiwa, a Nigerian hanged in 1995 after he campaigned against Shell Oil’s exploitation of his country. Ludwig once invited visiting civil servants who worked for oil and gas regulators to dinner. He fed them homemade cheeses, preserves, jams, and wild cranberry wine, then unveiled, with his usual flair, the skull of a horse killed by sour gas. Ludwig’s gravest mistake was his decision, or the decision of someone in his small community, to fire on two trucks carrying rowdy teenagers. A 16-year-old girl was fatally shot by someone on the farm, and a second teenager survived a wound. No one on the farm took responsibility for the shooting, and no one was ever charged. The killing of the girl spurred the neighbouring communities to cut off Ludwig and his band in revulsion. Before he died in 2012, at age 70, after refusing chemotherapy for esophageal cancer, Ludwig turned away from violence. He read, with his family, Jacques Ellul’s 1969 book Violence: Reflections from a Christian Perspective. Ellul, like Ludwig’s Dutch father, had fought in the resistance against the Nazis in World War II.
What constantly marked the life of Jesus was not nonviolence but in every situation the choice not to use power,
Ellul wrote. "This is infinitely different.
The Christian should participate in social and political efforts in order to have an influence in the world, not with the hope of making a paradise [of the earth], but simply to make it more tolerable – not to diminish the opposition between this world and the Kingdom of God, but simply to modify the opposition between the disorder of this world and the order of preservation that God wants it to have –not to bring in the Kingdom of God, but so that the Gospel might be proclaimed in order that all men might truly hear the good news.
We feel weak in all the things we are fighting,
Ludwig acknowledged. I think the match is very unequal. But it’s all right. Instead of griping about it, we might as well give ourselves to it.
As the planet’s ecosystem deteriorates – and the drive by corporations to extract the last remaining natural resources from the earth, even if it kills us all, becomes more and more relentless – Wiebo Ludwig’s resistance is worth remembering. Ludwig’s story, as captured in Saboteurs, is a vital contribution to our struggle to defy the corporate forces that will, unchecked, doom us and future generations.
Chapter 1
GENESIS
THE FOREST OF the Mighty Peace is a poor man’s Amazon that covers 16 million acres of northwestern Alberta and northeastern British Columbia. While Brazil’s tropical forests contain millions of creatures and plants, the thin boreal forest gets by with the odd moose and cinnamon-coloured bear and just 12 species of trees, including spruce and aspen. The muddy river that gives the region its name and cuts the forest into the north Peace and the south Peace is one of Canada’s oldest and deepest waterways. The river rises in the Rockies near Fort St. John, B.C., and snakes 1,900 kilometres through open prairie, dry forest, and wet muskeg before emptying into Lake Athabasca and, eventually, the loneliness of the Arctic Ocean. Besides being home to some 50,000 people, this broad frontier supplies Americans with an occasional hunting trip, oriented strand board, and lots of natural gas.
For nearly 100 years Canadians have trekked to the Mighty Peace to cut trees, grow wheat, or remake a life. When a farm goes broke, a marriage goes sour, or the law comes knocking, the Peace can be counted on to embrace you like an all-forgiving mother. That’s what Wiebo Ludwig was looking for in the summer of 1985: a respite from the storms of life.
As the leader of a Christian Reformed Church in Goderich, Ontario, on the shores of Lake Huron, the 39-year-old, Dutch-born cleric had set off ecclesiastical storms in 1980. He had started out speaking gently and smoothly but then had taken up his God-given burden of preaching directly, as Jeremiah and Ezekiel had done, verbally painting excrement on the faces of unbelievers and transgressors. Prophetic missions are never diplomatic. Micah told his people to roll in dust; Ezekiel lay on his side for 390 days to make a point; Hosea wed a harlot; Jeremiah said it was better to remove the foreskins of one’s heart than to submit to circumcision. The prophets often behaved like rude performance artists and were not terribly well liked. And a true Protestant like Ludwig understood that there was much to protest against in the world.
With the endorsement of a council of elders, Ludwig asked members of his Goderich congregation to live their Christianity. He chastised parents who sent their children to Sunday school but not to Christian schools during the week. He asked working women why they weren’t home caring for their children, and women with one or two offspring why they hadn’t begotten a full quiver.
He questioned the wisdom of marriages that didn’t take account of deep spiritual differences, since these unions often created dissension and unhappiness. He challenged a rich man who wanted to build a church gym instead of focusing on godly needs. He demanded that women submit to men as men must submit to Christ and Christ to God. He preached that when a man asks a woman to scrub the floor with a toothbrush, she should get down on her hands and knees and do so with gusto. That’s a better way to shamefully expose the man’s foolishness, he said, than creating a huge argument out of everything.
Goderich’s Dutch community, a quarrelsome lot, had not expected such uncompromising views. Thirty families rebelled. Many parishioners openly called Ludwig a chauvinist, a little Hitler.
The elders held heated debates about Ludwig’s ministry but came to no resolution. Tired of the endless political battles, Ludwig left the community twice in the 1980s but was called back by nine families who wanted something different.
These dissenters called their new church Our Shepherd King. According to Ezekiel, a good shepherd fed his flock with judgment, tended to the weak, and ruled with love. Ludwig did his best. In these trying times he flirted and fussed
with one of his female parishioners, Stefanie Schilthuis, and got involved in a bitter child custody battle between her and her husband, Bill. After more internal debates Ludwig resigned from the Christian Reformed Church. Shortly afterwards its officials deposed him for challenging ecclesiastical authority
and schismatic activity,
things that the Dutch, perhaps the most religiously fractious people in the world, have been doing for years. As Ludwig later put it, I got into a lot of trouble and they tried to hang me high and dry.
After a 10-month odyssey across the United States with Bill Schilthuis and another family, Ludwig drove north into Alberta in 1985 to find solace.
His 15-member entourage camped in Rotary Park by Bear Creek in Grande Prairie, a booming oil and pulp and paper town 450 kilometres northwest of Edmonton. His breakaway church included Richard Boonstra, a genial social worker; his wife, Lois Boonstra, a legal secretary from New Jersey; and their three daughters, Kara, 16, Dania, 13, and Renée, 11. Boonstra, a Dutch immigrant who’d been raised in Michigan, was banished for misbehaving during the trek across the States but showed up in Alberta a year later.
Boonstra saw in Ludwig the kind of no-nonsense leadership his life desperately needed. Middle-aged, he felt he didn’t know his children well enough. He and Lois had talked about finding sexual fulfillment outside their marriage – as Boonstra puts it, the whole shiteree.
Boonstra had met Ludwig in Goderich, where he realized that God had laid His hand on the man. Both Richard and Lois say the good reverend helped point the couple to the balm of Gilead. The office of a prophet is an office where the spirit of God speaks through a person, and I’ve seen Wiebo do that to a religious community,
says Boonstra. I know what makes him tick, and it’s his love of Scriptures. People don’t believe that’s possible.
The remainder of the church consisted of Ludwig’s own family. His wife, Mamie Lou, had large lively eyes, a generous spirit, and a heartwarming smile. An Iowa-born schoolteacher, she was the daughter of B.J. Hann, a leading member of the Christian Reformed Church in the United States. Ludwig wanted a wife who was spiritually focused and well brought up, and Mamie fit the bill. After meeting at a Bible camp, they married in 1968, and there have been no dull moments since. By the time the couple arrived in the Peace, Mamie had borne Ludwig nine robust children: Harmony, Ben, Fritz, Bo (Wiebo Jr.), Josh, Mamie Jr., Salome, Charity, and Caleb. The eldest, Harmony, was 16, and little Caleb was just a baby.
At first the church struggled. The children collected pop bottles in Grande Prairie to help make ends meet. The two families lived on soup made from bones that local butchers set aside for dogs. After looking at 50 properties, Ludwig finally found a well-treed quarter-section (160 acres) 45 minutes northwest of Grande Prairie near the British Columbia border. It had towering spruce trees, a trickling creek, lots of berries, even a log cabin. It lay at the end of a county road, a dead-end gravel strip running north from Highway 59 on which grass grew between the tire tracks. The seller gave the family a loan of $50,000 (the full purchase price) and a Winchester 30-30 and warned them to watch out for bears. To Ludwig’s city-raised children, the place seemed wild as wild could be.
Over the gate they hung a painted sign that named the property Trickle Creek. On its back it declared, The Lord: He is God.
Everyone remembers those pioneer days without running water and electricity as a great adventure. Their old vehicles got stuck in the mud more times than they could count. Mamie often thawed frozen laundry by the wood stove. The Boonstra girls recall lying in the grass on long summer days, watching over the goats and playing with the younger kids. Having lived in 40 different places, Harmony loved the certainty of a place everyone could call home.
Ludwig made it known to the locals and to his own relatives in Alberta and Iowa that he wanted to be left alone. A Christian community based on the Scriptures couldn’t be built with interruptions or naysayers at the door. When the nearby town of Hythe proposed to hold a social to welcome the family to the Peace, Ludwig told them not to bother. The soil in Hythe, he reasoned, was just as rocky as the soil around Lake Huron, and he didn’t want to do more futile plowing. We wanted to show them that things can be different, and that we have other values.
People, he believed, are like water bugs; they skate across the surface, ignorant of the monsters beneath.
Ludwig had no illusions about the hardships of a pioneer life or the temptations of a secular one. He knew it was within his grasp to live the North American dream and buy a big house with four bathrooms, to have an entertainment system and vacations in Florida. He understood that he could raise his kids without knowing them. He knew he could get divorced and sleep around and rush through life like one possessed by empty dreams. But he wanted something more real and intense, a decent family life grounded in a belief in God – no compromises.
In particular he didn’t want to relive the mistakes of his own immigrant family. In 1952 his parents, Harm and Anna Ludwig, had come to Rocky Mountain House, in central Alberta, from Zwaagwesteinde in Friesland, an independent-minded region of northern Holland that has its own language. Like many newcomers, the Ludwigs worked like beavers to make it in the New World. As a boy, Wiebo sold tomatoes and cucumbers door to door to help out. Over time the boy came to feel that his parents concentrated too much on material things and getting ahead. As the seventh of eight children, Wiebo felt neglected and lost.
School was a mixed bag for him. Kids called the intense blue-eyed boy Bill
and made fun of his broken English. I just didn’t plug in.
He ran away from home for a while, listened to the bums riding the rails, and learned about the brokenness of life. He worked as a logger and then returned to high school. The 1963 yearbook of Ludwig’s high school in Red Deer simply records that he spent much time at swimming and diving and track and field. Woodwork is Bill’s hobby.
Alienated by the money-grabbing focus of immigrant life, Ludwig decided to heal some of the damage by becoming a minister. To support that goal he took all kinds of odd jobs, including stints as a cleaning product salesman, a drywaller, and an orderly in a mental institution. He even drove a hearse for a time while taking psychology at Dordt College in Iowa and then divinity studies at Calvin College in Michigan.
Ludwig respected and loved his father but hardly knew him. His mother was angry and moody but always friendly to strangers. Harm had been a leader in the Dutch resistance, and like most veterans he had seen more betrayal and death than he cared to talk about. A tailor, he chewed a lot of tobacco and slept in a separate bed from Anna, which disturbed young Wiebo. When Harm lay dying of cancer, Wiebo borrowed a van and drove up to Red Deer from Dordt College to say farewell. It was the first time Father was personal and emotional with me,
Ludwig recalls. It was like a fresh pool of water in a long desert trek. I didn’t shy away from it.
Ludwig vowed that his own family would not regard him as an emotional desert, would not hunger as he had for the meaning of life. The system has its own momentum. It catches you and we had to break with it, get off the treadmill.
For four years, from 1985 to 1989, the families worked diligently to pay off their debts. While Mamie and Lois looked after the children and raised chickens, Ludwig did drywall jobs in Grande Prairie or on the nearby Horse Lakes Indian reserve, where he saw the effects of alcohol on a family. His children helped out at job sites. He sometimes hid them in a closet when an employer came along because they looked younger than they were.
At least four RCMP officers in Grande Prairie hired Ludwig to drywall their garages and basements, because he was the cheapest and best around. When one constable tried, as Ludwig recalls it, to jew him down
– lower the price on a difficult job by $100 – Ludwig picked up his tools and walked away.
You don’t have to pay me.
Sir, you can’t do that,
stammered the constable.
You can have it all. Give your kids some nice Christmas presents.
In those early years Ludwig often didn’t come home till midnight, sweat-stained and exhausted. Boonstra also worked, taking up his father’s old calling and painting homes. Together with his girls he painted, among many other places, the holding cells of the RCMP detachment in Beaverlodge, a prosperous oil and gas town 25 kilometres away.
But the real work was building a community based on the Scriptures, and it proved no easier than quelling the restless and hostile spirits of the Christian Reformed Church. Over campfires the two families held long conversations, debating how to live like true Christians. They read and reflected on the Scriptures after breakfast – sometimes for hours. They reassessed the meaning of being born again, of giving themselves to Christ. Words tend to fail, if you don’t live them,
Ludwig reminded them.
Like early Christians, they shared all their goods. They also forbade the ungodly influence of television and its endless consumerist messages. They elected to educate their children at home because Ludwig believed that a public school was an ungodly place that didn’t respect the needs of families or children. Tying a child to a desk at five years of age was a sure way to create osteoporosis of the spirit. We shouldn’t have to bury childhood in a straitjacketed school system,
he reasoned. Over time the families agreed that formal literacy and math training should start at age 10, as in Scandinavia. Instead of teaching about abstract things, such as trigonometry or China, they taught how to do real things, such as how to dry grain or build a windmill.
They also debated the role of men and women in a family. Ludwig believed in equality before God but felt there were historical differences between the genders that society had ignored at its peril. A woman was a woman, a man a man. Women bore children and that set them apart. When a woman cared for a child, she didn’t have time for a lot of other things. Men had more economic freedom and a responsibility to care for women. Just as a man leads in a dance, so too must he lead a family. Headship, argued Ludwig, meaning male headship, was the divine structuration of life.
A chaotic collection of individuals couldn’t call itself a family because a true family was an orderly hierarchy of blood and social relations. The men started to wear Old Testament beards while the women adorned their heads with scarves. This head covering symbolized that it was a man’s place to lead and protect a family. Hutterites and Mennonites and Amish do the same.
The transition to community life wasn’t easy for the Boonstras or the Ludwigs. Mamie learned I didn’t have to be involved in church meetings and driving kids to violin lessons.
Harmony struggled with her selfishness. Lois balked at the idea of headship and wanted to set her own agenda. Richard battled his laziness, and Ludwig himself struggled with his caustic tongue and his impatience. But, day by day, the families moved closer to Christ by accepting His authority in their lives.
Every church must have discipline, and Trickle Creek looked to Biblical precedents, including excommunication and head-shaving. Ludwig believed that society had gone all flabby on punishment. He recognized, like the apostle Paul, that a church must be neither too lax nor too severe. Reconciliation with repenters was also a blessed activity which elicited great sea-like waves of emotion. As Ludwig used to say, Oh, the reunions!
Every adult was disciplined at Trickle Creek, including Ludwig. It wasn’t as simple as some people made it out to be or as harsh as some relatives and reporters later portrayed. Harmony, for example, once shaved Ludwig’s head for his failings as a father. Lois Boonstra twice arrived at her brother’s