Wild Horse Education

Happy Birthday!

New life

Today we celebrate Press Freedom Day and the Birthday of Wild Horse Education. It was not intentional that the days coincided, but we think it is appropriate.

During our “birth year” we began to take on the fight against the lack of access to roundups, holding facilities and information. Our 6 year court battle opened roundups to daily observation, opened closed facilities to tours and set a landmark ruling for the press that has been used in civil rights cases nationwide. That ruling has been referenced as the “gold standard” in press freedom cases… even being used to keep media covering protests in Oregon.
Today we still sit at the frontline pushing the boundaries in the fight. We working diligently to expose all that is wrong. But we do not simply write an expose, we fight back. We carry a dozen active legal actions and are on the verge of filing more. Management of the wild is not removal of the wild. In order to gain management (not just suppressing of populations and their habitats) we need to fight back.
We celebrate the birth of our organization and World Press Freedom Day.
The struggle to document, research and speak the truth, is at the heart of any fight for change.
WHE promise to keep pushing boundaries and walking the frontline in the fight to expose uncomfortable truths and create desperately needed changes to protect our wild ones from abuses on and off the range.
Happy Birthday WHE!
In honor of our birthday WHE has been offered a match! Dollar-for-dollar your contribution will be matched up to $5,000. through Sunday, May 7th. Match EXTENDED through Mother’s Day, May, 14.  Thank you for keeping us in this fight!
In 2017, one of the Ninth Circuit court judges passed away. Our founder penned a journal entry that seems an appropriate tribute to this important day and we share it with you below. The work we do provides information and insight to the public… and a frontline on the range documenting and in courts.
But there are human beings creating this work and this journal entry gives a glimpse into the human experience.

Dawn, loading of wild horses to remove them from the range.

Just personal journaling, Laura Leigh (2017)

“It’s so hard to get the public to understand simple cases involving a NEPA violation or handling issues. This particular case is not simplistic. One of the burdens carried by our wild horses is propaganda. That spin machine is active in every venue they occupy from range through holding. We could say it is the ‘invasive species’ that threatens their survival and safety more than any other.

The public probably knows more about the horses from the area that went to sanctuary, that started this filing. So much more than they understand about the grueling fight to protect them.  I wish I could tell them all that went into this fight… the day-after-day of long travel, denial, threats and then filing more and more paperwork.

This case overthrew the “mootness doctrine.” This case spanned more than access and the right to know. This win allowed our fight against abusive handling issues to win over and over by jumping the “end of roundup” hurdle. Before this decision the end of a roundup was the end of the legal conversation. This case changed how we can fight all cases, it did not only gain the first access policy. Before this case we did NOT have daily access (and still have to fight to hold onto that progress and to push forward). 

I am so very, very, grateful for those that take the time to understand. Without them? I am not sure how we can keep going. 

Sheldon horses awaiting shipment from Virgin Valley holding corrals in 2013. We had to fight to get the most notorious killbuyers off the roster and simply to see capture and holding.

I just found out that the Ninth Circuit Judge Noonan has passed away. Judge Noonan was one of the Judges that sat at the hearing on that case, I remember him. He was also the only dissenting opinion. His dissent was not necessarily to the issue, but how the legal conversation was being handled. He was unaware that I had tried numerous times to insert historic information and that the Bureau of Land Management (BLM) had objected to, and the district court Judge allowed the obstruction, time and again. He felt that remand should be for permanent injunctive relief, not any temporary order, and that to move it on remand for Preliminary was a waste of time.

The opinion, authored by Ninth Circuit Judge Milan Smith, has been noted in so many cases.  You could hear the Liberty Bell ring when you read the ruling. It was a testament to those breaking ground in news and law.

It was used as part of the basis to shoot down spaying of wild horses in an experiment, the case was based on lack of public participation and BLM withdrew the project, not because of a court ruling. The basis in law we have built is very useful… in so many ways.

Beautiful Stone Cabin grey today;  the target zone for a ten-year removal plan that we must fight.

When we won the case, as with every case we have won, a vitriolic public spin came with it. The same thing happened when we won the first case against inhumane treatment in history. It is something I do not understand about advocacy. Why not just celebrate with us, grab the new tool and swing it hard? 

When I write these pieces they are part information and part simply an expression of a moment of this journey. If I go into the legal discussion, where my heart finds so much joy, the public doesn’t understand. I wrote half this brief as well as being the sole author on Fish Creek and others. I love law, arguments done well can be like a gladiatorial ring.

On remand this case gave me a moment I don’t think I have seen, and sadly rarely have ever seen, in advocacy. On remand, back in district court before we had to take it back to the Ninth, there was a moment… one moment… I will never forget. I know this is something everyone can relate to.

I was asked on the stand “why.” Why do I do this? I spoke of the love I have for our wild horses and what they give me, that I get nowhere else in this world.

I looked in the gallery. People that I know do not always agree and are often involved in arguing or differing philosophy, they were holding hands. They all had tears in their eyes. For one moment, in this million mile journey the humans involved all knew why each one of us sat in that room… and it was not for us, it was for the wild ones. People from the BLM also looked at me with a nod, they also knew why I do this.

Since that day some of those that sat in that gallery have degraded each other, me, and fractured that moment. But that day still shines in my memory…. but now with a tinge of sadness. 

Stone Cabin 2/10/2012. 4 days before the ruling.

February 14, 2012 I was at a roundup, the only advocate/observer or whatever you want to call me on that day. I was denied meaningful access at an operation where I met Dave Philipps and we began to work on the investigative piece; the Tom Davis/ Salazar wild horse slaughter connection. At that operation death threats were alive on the internet and an organization was born to destroy my work, the FBI got involved. Another “advocate” called the Sheriff and tried to get me arrested on trumped up vitriol (what you all experience on social media I experience in real life). I was working on other litigation involving humane handling. I was trying to work with BLM on adoption efforts.

On my drive back from the trap, dirty and exhausted, my phone began to ping insanely as I came back into cell phone range. I returned two calls; one to my attorney and one to someone that worked for BLM. Both of them read me the ruling. It felt like a turning point.

Years later I found myself at a roundup. My access was being denied, again. I was being threatened again, including threats from a BLM contractor.  

The words in Alan Kania’s book on Velma Johnston haunted me. “I’m bitter. YUP.” 

It took me a few months to get though all of what I was feeling, remember from 2013-2016 I fought breast cancer on the road, in court and inside this mess. But I’m not dead yet… but so much to try to “process.”

I’ve come to a place of acceptance. Not acceptance that wrong is somehow an ‘ok’ thing, but acceptance of this role I play.  I’m not writing a lot about what I am doing but you will know soon enough, this “dog is off-leash” now.

But I remember you Judge Noonan. I will remember you always. Thank you for a moment of justice. 

Back to work.

It has been a long, hard road. 

WHE has covered many miles… learned many things… and continues to fight back regardless of the odds. 

Happy Birthday WHE. 

In honor of our birthday, a generous supporter will match contributions up to $5K. Thank you for keeping us in the fight! Match EXTENDED through Mother’s Day, May, 14. 

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