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Cambridge, New Zealand
Sociologist, teacher, researcher, writer. Never thought of myself as an environmentalist until I moved to New Zealand. When a country uses so much poison that is banned in the rest of the world - with seemingly no regard for humanity, there's got to be a sociological explanation - this exploration is about finding one. For useful scientific info on aerial poisoning, see: http://1080science.co.nz/

Monday, 9 October 2017

Fracking Inspiring: fighting for social justice in ‘The Bentley Effect’


I went to see the multi-award-winning documentary The Bentley Effect last week. The humble and talented Director, Brendan Shoebridge and his team (and family) are currently on tour in New Zealand and were supported by the NZ Film Society, The Green Party and Russell Armitage Arts Management to present their film at the Lido Cinema, Hamilton. For those who don’t know, Bentley is a small town in Australia’s New South Wales district of the Northern Rivers. And when corporate industry rolled out plans for exploiting Coal Seam Gas (CSG) (known commonly as ‘fracking’), the community protested on the grounds of the unknown risks to health through water contamination and the long-term ecological damage fracking causes. And if you're reading this thinking 'well, no-one in their right mind would be fracking in earthquake-prone New Zealand', then think again and read this

This documentary showed how Bentley people from all walks of life, and from all over the affected areas - farmers, businesspeople, landowners, mums, dads, activists, scientists and students – organised themselves to demonstrate against the invasion of trucks, machinery and toxic chemicals. An intense education initiative was launched by the community group through a distribution of flyers, free DVDs of ‘Gasland’ (a 2010 documentary about the methods involved in fracking) and newspaper articles. Subsequently, a survey undertaken by the local authorities revealed enormous public opposition to fracking. This is unsurprising because after all, fracking is effectively a backward step to unsustainable fossil fuels – there are far safer, less invasive ways to generate power in the 21st Century. However, the gas industry and the State Government ignored community concerns in favour of continuing with potentially profitable deals with landowners. Support for Bentley against the environmentally damaging policies grew: through social media campaigns, text alerts, road marches and creative, innovative strategies like knitting groups, costume parties and a VW campervan rally.
'Knitting Nanna' Anne Thompson shows her lock. Photo David Lowe
The crucial strap-line repeated and published on stickers and posters by the community protestors was ‘lock the gate’ illustrating strength in numbers: if enough private property owners refused entry to the fracking industry they could prevent the corporate expansion plans. This was incredibly effective as a symbolic image, yet it was profoundly sad when someone from the audience pointed out during the film showing: ‘But we can’t ‘lock the gate’ against helicopters!’ They were referring to the increasing opposition to the Dept of Conservation’s aerial poisoning operations over New Zealand’s land and waterways in the name of ‘pest control’.  Importantly, and in contrast to the protests against aerial poisoning here, the Bentley group did not engage in any dialogue between parties about the scientific evidence for/against fracking; the chants from hundreds of voices during protests simply repeated ‘No, means NO!’

Image from Mission Magazine: How fracking happens

Over five years passed; the CSG industry had been slowed down, but not yet stopped. The documentary summarised the numerous dramatic road blockades that took place until eventually, the battle lines were drawn in the Bentley farming valley. Literally thousands of people flocked to the improvised (but highly organised) campsite to try to overcome the threat from 850 riot police who had been bussed-in and ordered to break-up the peaceful protest. Individuals handcuffed themselves to trucks or dug themselves into trenches under roads; some tied themselves to trees with their campaign knitting! 

An image from the film trailer


But whether the protesters took dramatic, personal risks or just held hands and sang together against the corporate invasion, they all shared a passion about keeping their​ unique part of Australia gasfield-free. They knew that no matter how small their part in the protest, that they must try and support the fight. And in the end, their hard work for social justice won through. This inspiring story shows how a community’s committed, peaceful and heroic stand with direct and strategic actions of ‘civil disobedience’ can overcome industrial strength and political short-termism. It is a strong message for our small population in New Zealand: stand up and be counted, or risk losing the natural environment we all love and depend upon.


Wherever we live in New Zealand (and elsewhere) we are up constantly facing all kinds of pressures to retain our safe, poison-free natural environment. Whether it’s CSG, deep sea oil mining, intensive agriculture, mineral mining in Conservation land , fluoridation or aerial poisoning operations, these schemes jeopardise our land, water and inevitably our food chain.   It is time to stop the widespread acceptance of gravy-trainers, conflicts of interest, ignorance and bureaucracy and demand accountability. Our environment is the central source of all our health and well-being - now and for our future generations, embedded in the Treaty of Waitangi through the Māori world-view Kaitiakitanga. Are YOU going to stand by and be over-ruled by greedy Governments and commercial profits? Or, like the people of Bentley, are you going to take back control peacefully, feel empowered and ensure your voice counts too? 

Thanks to Brendan for his altruistic visit here. If you can get to a screening near you (or organise another one) I urge you to go!

Tuesday, 3 October 2017

30 May Picton Sailing to Welly

NZMCA Plimmerton

It was a calm day and we sailed without any issues (our first time on Bluebridge). It was good to see the more modern facilities on board and a wifi connection that was more reliable. We even watched the film (one of the Star Wars).

That night we enjoyed the wonderful Topor bistro again and had a wonderful meal and some home-made salted-caramel vodka! Back in North Island, with North Island prices though!

29 May My Birthday! Renwick

The Woodbourne Tavern in Renwick

We stayed in the Tavern - at the back of the working-mens club style place. It was free if we had a drink there and the folks were friendly enough. Nearby  - indeed, gladly within staggering distance -we found the lovely 'English pub'. This is definitely worth making a note of for next time. Friendly people and a good priced menu. Especially convenient for being  enroute to Picton. 

It was my birthday! So we stayed for a pint or two and then made back to the tavern. The sun was shining and we were pleased to be heading North and into warmer weather at last.

26-28 May Kaikoura

Campsite at Beach

Well the journey between Geraldine and Kaikoura was appalling. The road signage from NZTA about the diversion was virtually non-existent and the tourists we met enroute were very confused about the diversions in place and how to get there. Many tourists rely entirely on their GPS or phone for directions - and here not only were there no correct maps after the damage, but no wifi or 3G either. It was chaos in some areas. The Earthquake had closed the main route, so the only alternative was a serious amount of extra mileage through some beautiful but rural roads with no facilities. There's no doubt that if we hadn't previously made a promise to ourselves that we would support the earthquake-stricken community of Kaikoura, we would have given-up and taken the 'easy route' home. BUT we persevered!

We stopped at a cafe enroute and found the owners were preparing sandwiches and rolls to deliver to the builders working in Kaikoura (about 50kms away). Their coffee was poor quality and expensive. That was disappointing.

After many hours of travelling, dozens of faulty traffic lights and stop/go manual controls,  and then negotiating numerous large herds of cows that were constantly being driven down roads and holding-up the already frustrated drivers, we arrived. Phew!
Herds of cows on the Kaikoura roads - so much for infection and bTB prevention measures

But we arrived to another empty campsite and in beautiful weather... 

We camped right on the beach and had the campsite to ourselves!
The campsite manager would not offer us our usual discount - I guess she needed every penny after the Earthquake fiasco and tourists not finding them. But the camp was well-equipped and we set up camp right by the beach so we could sleep to the sound of the wave. Then we explored the beach (we weren't far from the massive landslip that the diggers were fighting to clear for the road and rail links) ...
Looking North from our camp - the landslip is clearly visible in the centre of the photo


...and then drove into town for some provisions from the shops. Many of the shops have closed down due to lack of trade and/or the safety risk of their buildings. It was heartbreaking to see. 


But we re-visited the Irish pub Donegal House that we had been to all those years before and found a very successful business which had expanded. It was interesting to note that the New World Supermarket had been rebuilt near to town and was doing well. But I couldn't help thinking whether that money could have been better spent elsewhere when so many residents were moving out and hardly any tourists were here now (where would they stay?). Nothing can prepare you for the devastation evident at the centre of the town's beach area. This is where the seabed was actually pushed-up out of the sea level, in some areas by many metres, as you can see here which is actually the old seabed with coral and shells intact:

The quayside where the fishing and tourists boats were launched is virtually unusable and is now the subject of some serious machinery and noise in order to make it effective in some way soon: 
Quayside in Kaikoura's earthquake-hit town
We discovered by talking to locals that the builders working on the damaged buildings were mainly staying out of town - and some of the cafes were a bit frustrated (understandably) that they hadn't won the contract to supply their food rather than an out-of town outfit. The campsite in the centre of town had closed down completely, as had the hotel where we had previously stayed.


The main street in Kaikoura - scaffold and fences throughout.


The town was still seriously suffering in terms of infrastructure - as this sign over the central bridge in town illustrated. Sewage in the middle of the town is not a great look for the nearby pavement cafes. 

We still wanted to support what little retailers had stayed. I bought some fabric from the wonderful little shop A Patch of Country (which sadly, as I write this, is now closing down also).

We had a fish & chip supper (average) from a cafe. Reading this sign didn't do anything for my appetite!   

We stayed a couple of days and then moved on up North. I was sad that the local community had been let down by Government. It seems that the Christchurch disaster had not taught anyone in any position of power any lessons. 6 Years is long time - will the Kaikoura people survive that long without proper support? Unlikely, from what we witnessed.

22 - 23 May Geraldine

Grumpy's Campsite Again! 

Always a nice stop and we love Geraldine for its dog-friendly walks and friendly community feel. Shops galore and and of course the excellent butchers and chocolate and cheese shops and also the famous Barkers Jams and Juices factory shop. Superb!

We stopped at nearby beaches, and of course the famous pie-shop. Then we went to Temuka to see a friend and had the New Zealand traditional coffee and cake....

 


and then saw the historic pottery buildings. I learned that Temuka literally means in Maori 'big oven' in that the pottery was the main industry here until tourism took over. 

No poison hereabouts - phew! mainly because of the landscape - DoC can't use the excuse of being inaccessible here when the land is flat and on flood plain..
Seafood chowder served in a bun at the local cafe