This is a very powerful letter and one I believe needs to be read far and wide. What is happening here on our tiny province is probably happening all over the world. Large powerful corporations run things as they wish, politicians are in their pockets, the people are discarded and the land raped. However, do we not have an obligation to act and do something to stop this destruction for profit and greed. Of course we do! but the burning question is what to do, do we rebel, strike, march in the streets, overthrow the government?????? Difficult issues for such law abiding citizens, we find all the options disagreeable and unpleasant. I believe we have one hope, start electing good honest people to run the province, throw out these tired and dishonest Liberals/Conservatives. Give the Greens and NDP a chance to make a diference. Tell MacLauchlan we do not need a referendum on PR or the costs it will involved. All we need is for him and his government to honour the Plebiscite.
A Place Fit Only for Dinosaurs
What is happening in many parts of this Island must be judged as nothing less than an assault on the Island and its people. We would be no more under siege if our fields were filled with tanks, and poison gas was being released into the air.
It is an invasion, and the destructive, invasive force is taking over the Island, the way it has already taken over New Brunswick, and the name of that force is Irving.
In an attempt to disguise the harm and ugliness they wreck upon the Island they have called their principal company Cavendish Farms, a dark irony to be sure.
‘Cavendish’, a name associated around the world with the variegated, pastoral beauty of the Island, has been usurped by a company that is in the process of demolishing most everything the word has come to stand for. There is something really twisted and dark about that, and if Islanders do not wake up soon, a terminal pallor will settle over the countryside where once there was beauty and vibrancy.
If you think I exaggerate take yourself to New Annan, Indian River, Hamilton, Malpeque, Spring Valley or a score of other communities across the Island. Hedgerows are being systematically eliminated, small woodlots are being bulldozed into massive, grotesque piles, and the houses of once flourishing homesteads stand empty and vacant-eyed, staring down abandoned lane-ways and across the stripped landscape.
What is being created by industrial agriculture is hostile to human habitation, hostile to wildlife and songbirds, hostile to communities, hostile to beauty, and hostile to the earth itself. It is congenial only to the monstrous machines that roll over the land like the dinosaurs of a collapsing civilization.
And yet, we make this Island over to accommodate them, and the stench of their bad breath.
What kind of deranged, short-term thinking is it that believes in order to prosper in this place we must permit the destruction what is most dear to us, and, in the process, offer up the water that sustains us as a sacrifice.
And a sacrifice it could well prove to be
God Bless and keep reading