My Arrest at Fairy Creek

Andrew Lee • July 3, 2021

And it was a glorious arrest indeed

In my previous blog, I wrote about my overall experience at Fairy Creek, continuously going back over a two-month period. I easily spent two weeks out of the last month, spending as much time there as I possibly could, knowing I was going to move away soon for a new job. I also kept going back because I discovered something very special at Fairy Creek - community. This popup community was uniting over a common cause, coming together in the wilderness, with no phone reception, and living in a tribal way that we have forgotten in consciousness, but still hold deep in our ancestral memory.

As I was helping out wherever I was needed, I was deeply connecting with fellow protesters and forming long lasting friendships. As spring heated up into summer, police action ramped up. As arrests piled up, more of those arrested were among my friends. When I first began coming to Fairy Creek, I had no intention of getting arrested, but as I spent more and more time there, the possibility became more and more real. At one point I learned that getting arrested didn't mean getting a criminal record. This type of arrest was a civil contempt, which does not result in criminal charges.

Night Mission

On June 18th, everyone at Fairy Creek Headquarters circled up for the 5 pm meeting. There was a call for a night mission, hauling in construction materials in the dark through bushwhacking trails. I immediately volunteered for this, given my backcountry experience and propensity for adventure. A group of 10 of us set off in a small convoy of vehicles, and got dropped off at an intersection with a deactivated forest road. Carrying heavy packs loaded with not only our camping gear and food, but also concrete and rebar, we started heading up the forest road after 7 pm. My pack was so heavy I could barely pick it up. Once on my back, it actually wasn't so bad, but it was slow going. I've had more difficult hauls than this, which prepared me for this moment, and I wasn't panicked. I was more worried about the 18-year old girl, named Lupine, on her first big adventure, and already in pain by the first kilometre of the hike.

After making adjustments to her backpack, and with added moral support, Lupine, along with myself and a few other experienced hikers took the back of the 10-person crew. The forest road eventually shrunk from a graveled flat path to an uneven, branchy bushwhack. We pushed on at a slow but steady pace. The sun gave way to dark sky, but the air remained perfectly cool without being chilly, and the moon barely lit the way. We eventually caught up with the first half of our crew, just before a police patrolled forest road. After some planning, we continued down this forest road for a bit, on high alert for a patrol vehicle. If we were caught with the concrete and rebar, the materials would be confiscated, and we would risk arrest.

We reached a creek bed crossing and started going up it. As soon as we were all in the creek bed, we heard and saw a police car go down the road we just got off of. We were relieved to have barely avoided detection, but had a grueling bushwhack ahead of us. The creek bed became very steep, so that we had to go scrambling on all fours, and there was lots of loose rocks. Fatigue was building, and morale dwindling, especially among the less experienced trekkers. Once, a bunch of loose rock came down, forcing Lupine to scramble out of the way. Immediately she began bawling her eyes out, completely overcome by the pain and adversity. A few experienced people stayed behind to give her support while I helped bushwhack a way out of the creek bed, which cliffed out just ahead.

Finally we emerged onto another forest road, partially overgrown and taken back by the forest, where we reached a very remote campfire surrounded by a small crew of protesters. It felt like an outpost of the last survivors in a post apocalyptic zombie movie... After some chit chat, we started hiking again down the forest road, but not for long until we reached the embattled camp known as 2000. From here, we took out the construction materials and started building. We worked through the night with pickaxes and steel bars, hacking holes in the road we could cement Sleeping Dragons into, devices that allow protesters to lock their arms into the ground. Another crew took three large tree trunks and lashed them together into a long tripod.

They stood the tripod up and stabilized it. I asked if they needed someone to sit in it. They did. Nobody had yet stepped up to the task. I remembered a dear friend of mine who I connected with at Fairy Creek, Momma G, who was arrested off a wooden tripod a few weeks earlier, looking glorious. I felt ready to reproduce that kind of performance.

The Fated Day


I did a few practice runs, shimmying up the tripod. It wasn't easy the first go round, but the monkey in me relished the challenge and managed to climb it with vigor. I managed to squeeze in a little sleep while right next to the tripod, ready to ascend it at a moment's notice. Just after 8 am, the police arrived. I rose up from sleep and shimmied up the tripod like a monkey. My sleeping bag in a dry sack, formed a nice cushioned seat.


Watching from 20 feet up, the support group sang songs and danced in front of me, while in front of them, across from the police injunction line special tactical forces were removing five protesters locked into Sleeping Dragons. After a few hours of extracting and arresting those protesters, police advanced the injunction line into my zone, and the support group were forced back behind me, on the other side of the line.


Moment of truth.


I was at the centre of attention. And there were quite a lot of photographers around to capture the scene. I raised my energy to match the moment, shining my light and love on everyone around me. I met every interaction with a pleasant and even joyful demeanor, smiling and joking with authorities. I moved gracefully while on top of the tripod, like a circus performer hanging from silks, extending arms out as if reaching to the heavens. Other times I meditated, silent and still, with one hand on my heart.


I was read my rights by police and announced that I was under arrest. Special tactical forces arrived and communicated with me about my extraction. One of the tactical forces was raised up to my level, attached to a hook on the end of a long pole rigged to a backhoe machine. From there I allowed him to harness me onto him and lift me off the tripod. Any resistance to this could constitute arrest. As we were slowly lowered to the ground, I let go of him so I suspended freely in the air, and began fully breast stroking, as if swimming through the air. The support group had a good laugh at that! And as I was lowered to the ground and officially arrested, I turned my head back as I was escorted away and raised one fist high in the air, a display of strength and solidarity towards my support group.

I was driven down to a large camp of police cars and staff, where I was processed along with other protesters, and handed paperwork for my arrest. We were all driven to the nearest town, Port Renfrew, where we were subsequently released, picked up by designated support people and driven back to headquarters.


The next day at headquarters I became a bit of a celebrity. Protesters who were friends, and even many I didn't know congratulated me on a glorious arrest. Many of my support group at 2000 camp during my arrest saw me and hugged me, and complimented me on my beautiful breast stroke! Some of the photographers caught up to me and interviewed me for their videos or documentaries. I said everything I needed to say for the movement - that we were a nonviolent, peaceful protest, and that we needed as many people as possible to come and be willing to be arrested.


My own experience being arrested off the tripod felt like destiny. It was as if I lived my entire life, all my crazy experiences in nature, cultivating love and compassion, all for this moment. My arrest was as good as it gets. I was high spirited throughout, and whether through luck or manifestation, the authorities treated me with respect and friendliness the entire time. The whole process went smoothly and I have no regrets about any of it. Indeed, I was living my life's purpose.


Not all protesters have such a smooth arrest experience. There are accounts of violence and harassment. But I can tell you that many of the police don't believe in what they're doing, and are only doing it because they have to do what they're told. Many of the police joked and bantered with us, even requesting songs to sing. They know as well as you do, that they are operating within a broken system. And if you show them compassion and empathy, if you see them and treat them as humans, they will do the same for you.


What You Can Do


Despite deceptive deferrals by John Horgan (see previous blog), and the start of the fire ban, protesters intend to stay and continue to fight, and their presence is supported by Elder Bill Jones. As of this writing there have been over 350 arrests!


Show up! The Fairy Creek Headquarters is listed on Google Maps, and is a two-hour drive from Victoria, BC. Your presence is valued, even if you are there just to see the old growth forests with your own eyes. However, if you are keen to do some dirty work, people there will find a way for you to contribute. If you are willing to be arrested, don't worry, first time arrestees typically get released on the same day, with only a charge of "civil contempt of court" which does not result in a criminal record.


Join the Facebook group for the Rainforest Flying Squad. There are thousands of passionate people on here contributing every way possible. Here you can find regular buses offering rides to the blockades, organizing of protests in your local region, petitions to sign, template letters to send to politicians, as well as emails of politicians you can contact.


Check out the Rainforest Flying Squad's official website, Last Stand for Forests. You can donate money to the cause here, which will go to bail money for arrested protesters among other things


Check out the Rainforest Flying Squad's Instagram account for latest news and updates. Share their stories, spread the news to everyone you know. The protesters' battleground is social media. The fight will be won by spreading awareness of the issue, until Premier John Horgan is publicly embarrassed and forced to concede or step down as Premier of British Columbia.

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