It’s been a heck of a
year…
Well for a season of goodwill and all that... it worked out
fairly challenging for so many I know. Sickness and injury, the need for more
protection camps in a hurry and in freezing conditions, tempers pressed and
friendships frayed. For me, I had a hint of the illness my poor sister had and
that was enough to floor me for a bit and I think, after the court case etc. it
was almost to be expected that my body would put the brakes on and hold me
still and quiet as long as it could. For those not yet recovered, I wish you
healing as we approach what I think is the pivotal year for the stand to keep
the UK frack free.
More than anything, the one key resource we should all
ensure is in plentiful supply... is our solidarity with each other. Nothing
matters more.
Thanks to the friendship and love in our movement... my personal
worst bit passed with a beautiful outcome at court and although I needed to
physically recover, I certainly got mentally carried through without too much
stress; the pressure was eased along with the burden, by the broad shoulders
and warm smiles of those around me - in life and online.
‘Thanks’ will never be enough to reflect my deep gratitude to our movement. It is the love and true nature of people that sustains me in all this.
‘Thanks’ will never be enough to reflect my deep gratitude to our movement. It is the love and true nature of people that sustains me in all this.
In the beginning though it was anger that powered me into
activism. My faith in a lot of things, most things – had been shot to pieces
when I first started to really look beyond my life and into the effect of life
on others. I stood up, too angered, too
disenchanted, too incredibly pissed off to take it as a member of some unheard
bloody audience any longer… I had no
idea what to do or how to do it but staying in place and in acceptance wasn’t
an option any longer.
At first it was isolating amidst family, work colleagues and
friends… conversation had less joviality when it comprised of questions to
which answer were impossible to fathom. Just getting on with life would have
been easier …but there comes a point where the realisation of suffering both
current and impending, is too much to ignore any more and to act is the only
option.
I said when I walked through the door marked ‘activism’ that
I realised two things:
1- I had been in the wrong room all my life
2- There were a lot more doors now
1- I had been in the wrong room all my life
2- There were a lot more doors now
What led me here was an accumulation of realisations I
think, over time and I feel I got here late when I see others who have strived
to alert us to issues for many more years. Ignorance is no excuse we’re often
told but I disagree… when our ignorance is as a result of being fed lies and
having reality kept out of sight and when everything from our education to our
media … allows myths to masquerade as
true… and even ‘freedom of information’ comes with redactions; it’s a wonder we
all found our way here at all.
There is a word sometimes used ‘sheeple’ – it is
supposed to indicate people who just go along with things… but it’s wrong.
Those not yet here are the lied to, the misled, the hoodwinked, the distracted,
the exhausted enough trying to fathom what seems like reality, without looking
for a new one to worry about… just us, before we realised there were concerns
that could not be ignored and obligations and responsibilities beyond ourselves
and our immediate surroundings.
The awareness of
suffering and the awareness that it has a cause and we can have impact, is both
horrid and empowering. My faith in beautiful possibility is reliably renewed
when I see who I walk beside in activism – so many amazing, intriguing people that
I could not have encountered on any other path. So I am grateful for the painful
realisations that eventually got me here:
When the media kept insisting the ever-more-obvious lie of
WMDs in Iraq and despite millions and millions standing up and saying to
government ‘Don’t do this’…watched as families were blown to pieces on
primetime television; live images of death from Bagdad.
When the banks got a bail out from our taxes but disabled
people had their incomes and consequently for many, their lifespans cut. Essential services too were told to economise,
tighten belts and trim health, education and care services… so those bankers
could breathe easy with relief.
When an industry so dirty, so ugly and so toxic, hired the
most expensive spin-masters to weave a fictional tale of nature and
sustainability and wealth and goodness – then tried to flog this to real
people, in real communities, raising real families, sensing real risks –
reality though, was never part of the story of fracking.
When industry showed its true power in the House of Commons
as I watched the *infrastructure bill glide smoothly through to become laid
down in law… a law that served to facilitate ‘progress’ by permitting deep down
drilling under family homes, without the bother of telling the families. A law
that made it ok to ‘store & leave’ ANYTHING in those deep down holes under
family homes.
When as a result of the infrastructure bill that became law,
my acceptance of the statement ‘the Rule of Law’ was shown to be a mockery,
made me feel an idiot, made me wonder how this had come to be… that our
imagined sanctity of the legal system, could have law books filling with items
not remotely about what is fair and just, simply to help a shareholder make
greater profit, without the sound of us imagining we have a say.
There is more now that I realise – but I see these things as
symptoms of a disease at the heart of our systems of government (all over the
world) that appear to have been hijacked for purpose of power and profit - no
longer to serve the people - intervention is needed. Although with fracking we
are fighting a symptom rather than the disease… it serves to show the disease I
think and is a way for those not yet here, to find their way.
If there was a job description for ‘activist’ it should
include:
“You can’t resign, can’t take retirement”
… because once you know truths, you can’t unknow them, in fact far worse… once
you begin to know what you didn’t know… you start wondering what else you don’t
know! You don’t want to of course, no-one really wants to keep seeing bad
things but once you see one, the others become more clear and you KNOW, that if
they can *change laws without due regard to the health of our children for
goodness sakes… then all sorts of ghastliness is possible.
Every step in the direction of what is true and fair …is the
better way. To me it makes sense and feels like ‘the plan’ when we walk in-step
with each other, growing the weight of our direction and being the change we
wish to see.
I wish to see… the true core of each person - the bit that is acting for the good of our young and on this path, that happens every day.
All my love to all our lot. 2017 is going to be a bumpy ride but I think we succeed xxx
I wish to see… the true core of each person - the bit that is acting for the good of our young and on this path, that happens every day.
All my love to all our lot. 2017 is going to be a bumpy ride but I think we succeed xxx