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Title:
Red blood : one (mostly) white guy's encounter with the Native world
Author:
Hunter, Robert, 1941-2005.
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Publication Information:
San Francisco, CA : Sierra Club Books, [1999]

©1999
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272 pages ; 24 cm
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English
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ISBN:
9781578050482
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Book

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A no-holds-barred autobiographical account of Greenpeace co-founder Robert Hunter's thrilling adventures in environmental activism and all-around creative troublemaking.


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Booklist Review

At age 18, Hunter, cofounder of Greenpeace, went winter camping in the Canadian woods and would have frozen to death if a Huron Indian hadn't appeared as though in answer to a prayer. Once Hunter became active in the radical environmental movement, similarly serendipitous and propitious meetings with Native Americans continued to occur at key moments, a boon he links to his mother's Indian heritage. Musings on the consequences of his identification with Indians serve as the connecting tissue in this dramatic, rambling, idiosyncratic, and self-critical look back at the dawn of Greenpeace and at Hunter's own evolution as an environmentalist. Readers new to eco-warrior undertakings won't grasp the context for his flinty reminiscences, but those in the know will find Hunter's chronicling of death-defying protests against nuclear testing, whaling, and drift-net fishing galvanizing; his frenetic account of the meeting between Native Americans and Spanish officials aboard a replica of the Santa Maria unforgettable; and his frankness regarding power struggles among eco-activists and his own ambivalence provocative. --Donna Seaman


Publisher's Weekly Review

Where does an aging ex-environmental activist like Hunter go when depression hits? To the forest to lie down naked, put a gun to his head and wait for a bullet or a vision. Lucky for both Hunter and his readers, the vision arrived first, in the form of a huge, eardrum-splitting Boeing 747. This is only one of many rollicking good tales found in this zany memoir by the co-founder of Greenpeace, who's also the man behind the ecological Rainbow Warrior theme. Early in the environmental movement of the 1970s, Hunter aligned himself with dispossessed Native Americans, and only learned later of his great-grandmother's Cree blood. No New Age wannabe, the author is a sometimes sober eco-journalist burdened with a nonviolent philosophy, an active conscience, a clear eye and a devilish sense of humor. When Spain sends off three ships in 1992 to commemorate Columbus's voyage, Hunter joins a group of British Columbian Indians in an effort to intercept the vessels and extract an apology for what many Native Americans view as the destruction of their indigenous culture. What follows is an exhilarating romp through the Caribbean, with his stoically seasick Native companions and a fearless captain known for ramming boats, that ends in a white-knuckled game of chicken with a heavily armed Spanish frigate. In his final chapters, Hunter takes a more serious and introspective look at the violent side of political activism, and doesn't like what he sees. This is gonzo journalism at its best, conveying the wonder, horror and weirdness of life, and suffused with appealing, self-deprecating humor. (Mar.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved