|The Rotterdam Shopping Mall was once my Great Grandfather's home|
|My great-grandparents who owned a shake mill|
I honor my ancestors, and their will to survive, but I do not honor what happened to this land and what happened to the people who are indigenous to it. I wish that Shelton could learn to do the same thing. The forest festival could and should be a celebration of the forest that used to sustain us, not a motorized, pollution spewing celebration of timber barons and their destructive logging practices. In other words, a deforestation festival. Every year they bring in the biggest trees they can find and haul their carcasses through town on a logging truck. Every year the trees are smaller. Will they ever learn?
The forest festival should be a celebration of nature and the little piece of it that we saved in the form of Olympic National park and the few odd trees that survived outside the park. The forest festival should not be a celebration of the past, it should be a dire warning. Never again! We must honor the land and not our destructive past. We should cringe when we see the old pictures of idiots standing so proudly on giant stumps with saws in their hands.
We can't ignore what we did to the land, the old growth stumps have not even finished rotting and the water and air are already poisoned. We need to pull our heads out of the sand and try to rectify the situation, stop the capitalist class and reverse our course, before it's too late. Paul Bunyan is no hero of mine.
|Old growth cedar stump hidden in what passes for a forest these days|