Showing posts with label blockade. Show all posts
Showing posts with label blockade. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

The Heartbeat of Mother Earth

[Lynn Thompson Photography
Union Bay, B.C.
Clayoquot Blockade #93]


In the darkness before dawn, we gather around the fire. Men in dreads and thick sweaters tap their drums  softly, in a rhythm as steady as Mother Earth's own heart. Slowly, emerging from the darkness, we gather on the road.

The drumbeats
tap out
the heartbeat
of the earth mother.

Leaders give us our instructions: when they come, with their big trucks, their blowhorns, their injunctions, we will block the road. When they tell us to clear the way, we have a choice: we can move to the side; those willing to be arrested can remain. We are to be peaceful and respectful; this is a non-violent protest. We are as strong and steady as the trees we stand for. Our hearts are full: of fear, of solidarity, of love and passion for Mother Earth.

The drumbeats
tap out
the heartbeat
of the earth mother.
She is listening.

The trucks roll in. The police read the injunction. They tell us to clear the road. Some of us do. Many, many, do not. They sit down on the road. They link arms. The police move in. To our tears and applause, the Protectors are dragged off by arms and legs, to the police van; they are going to jail. We are weeping, outraged, joyous and fulfilled. Together, we are powerful. These are the most passionate mornings of my life. I was born to stand there on that road, for the trees, against the insanity of corporate greed, which lays waste the world to fill its coffers.

The drumbeats
tap out
the heartbeat
of the earth mother.
Her need is urgent.

Tomorrow morning, we will come again. All summer, we will come. It is the Summer of '93: the time is now.Time to say No More Clearcuts, No Jobs on a Dead Planet. This hour, today, we have delayed the carnage by a few hours. We are making it difficult for them to cut as many trees today.  We have shone an international spotlight on the logging practices in Clayoquot Sound, pristine old growth heritage trees, the lungs of our planet, being pulped for toilet paper and phone books, waste and carnage left behind on the devastated and stripped mountain slopes.

The drumbeat
taps out
the heartbeat
of the earth mother.
She is crying.

Thousands will come, from all over the world, to join us on the road. In the greatest incidence of civil disobedience in B.C.'s history, over 900  human beings will be arrested for standing on the road for the trees. Eventually, the multinationals withdraw. Clayoquot Sound is declared a Unesco Biosphere Reserve. But now it is 2011, and the trees are  in danger once more. Will those who care about the future ever be heard, against the clamor of capitalistic greed?

The drumbeat
taps out
the heartbeat
of the earth mother.
And now she is angry.


[Lynn Thompson Photography
Union Bay, B.C.
Clayoquot Blockade #92]

(Note: This is Sally Sunshine. The year after this photo was taken
of her on the Kennedy River Bridge, during the blockades,
sadly Sally fell from a deck and was paralyzed.]

Thursday, July 1, 2010

BLOCKADE



[In August of 1993, environmentalists in Clayoquot Sound launched B.C.'s largest  peaceful incidence of civil disobedience, in protest of the multinationals' clearcutting the pristine old growth of the Sound. All that summer, dawn after dawn, larger and larger numbers of people gathered at the Kennedy Lake bridge to block the road and stop the logging trucks. A Peace Camp was set up nearby, and people came from all over the world to join the movement. Bobby Kennedy came, so did Paul Watson of Greenpeace. The Greenpeace boat was in our harbour, very exciting! By the end of the protest, over nine hundred people had been arrested for standing on the road for the trees. Some spent time in jail, went back to stand on the road and were jailed again.

The multinationals, who were destroying the area and laying it waste, served no time.

 I was working two or three part-time jobs, so could not be there as often as I wanted. But I was there some mornings, the most emotional and passionate mornings of my life, united in standing on the road for the trees....for the planet!

I was there the morning of the Women's Blockade, when we spiral danced on the road. That night my conservative son called me: "Mom, I saw you on the news, dancing around the road with a bunch of hippies." Hee hee. My kids never know what to expect of this wild mother of theirs. Keeps it interesting!

It is now many years later. The trees are still coming down. Here is the poem I wrote the morning after the Women's Blockade: I can still remember the pride, the joy, the POWER we felt that morning, as the men formed a circle respectfully off to the side and accompanied us with drums.]

August 1993 - Clayoquot Sound
Grandmother,
I can feel you near me
as I dance and sing
with this group of women
on the road.
We mourn man's treatment
of the earth
as, at the same time,
we celebrate
our power.
We have a voice
and we will use it.
Our drumbeat is
the heartbeat
of the Earth Mother.
After all the untold years
of pain and tears
that held me down
I have risen
as an eagle
seeks higher ground,
no more earth-bound.
I have found my voice
and I will sing with it,
laugh into tomorrow,
feel my strength,
my peacefulness
and my joy,
along with love and pain
for Mother Earth.
Grandmother,
now that I am
a grandmother too,
I can hear you.