*This was originally published in The Ithacan on March 25, 2015
Dwain Wilder, Colleen Boland, Sandra Steingraber, Roland Micklem,
Susan Mead, Judy Leaf, Jimmy Betts, John Dennis, Michael Clark and
Kelsey Erickson. They all have at least two things in common. 1) They
are outstanding and involved citizens in both their regional and global
communities. 2) They went to jail for their efforts to protect Seneca
Lake and expose the problems with Texas-based company Crestwood
Midstream’s plan to store highly-pressurized gas in crumbling salt
caverns.
Outstanding, involved, passionate and concerned citizens, going to
jail. For a violation trespass — not a criminal trespass. They went to
jail over something equivalent to a parking ticket.
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Showing posts with label Seneca Lake. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Friday, January 23, 2015
Do humans cause climate change? Let's vote.
Our country is currently being shaken to its core with ongoing social
rights issues, like racial profiling and police brutality, unequal
treatment of women, gay marriage and immigration. Can you imagine what
would happen if our representatives sat down to vote on whether
homosexuals are born with their sexuality or if they choose it? Or what
if there was a vote deciding that, despite hard numbers clearly
demonstrating women are paid less than men for the same work, this was
not actually the case?
The idea is absurd. Votes are supposed to be taken when deciding on a course of action, not on choosing reality... right?
The idea is absurd. Votes are supposed to be taken when deciding on a course of action, not on choosing reality... right?
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
53 miles to Ithaca
I remember my first day on the Climate March
like it was yesterday. I was dropped off at the Taos visitor's center
where I was to meet up with the Marchers, who were arriving into the
city from their day's walk. Hail was falling from an angry grey sky and
the cold wind bit right through my clothes. I went inside the visitor
center to take shelter while I waited.
...Then they fight, and then we win
*Originally published in The Ithacan on December 23rd, 2014
My lungs burned from climbing up the quarter mile of stairs, and the cold December air I inhaled soothed them momentarily, but then intensified the fire as I exhaled.
I smiled as I came around the corner of the gorge wall, the distant rumbling I had been hearing erupted into a gushing roar as Lucifer Falls came into sight. With a sigh I leaned against the icy wall of the trail, which wound along the cliff faces like Ithaca’s version of the Great Wall of China. The spray of Lucifer Falls that landed on the gorge walls froze in brilliant swirling ice sculptures, fashioned by the hand of nature herself. Thousands of feet below me, the water crashed into a lovely aquamarine pool, a chilly mist rising off the surface.
I took another deep breath, enjoying the sting of the frigid air. If things had gone as I planned this week, I’d be in jail right now, not enjoying a hike in Robert Treman State Park. The longer We Are Seneca Lake’s campaign to stop Crestwood Midstream’s ill-fated project to store methane along the lake’s western shore drags into the winter, the stranger our court proceedings get. Just two weeks ago, if I had gone before the judge, I’d surely be in the slammer.
My lungs burned from climbing up the quarter mile of stairs, and the cold December air I inhaled soothed them momentarily, but then intensified the fire as I exhaled.
I smiled as I came around the corner of the gorge wall, the distant rumbling I had been hearing erupted into a gushing roar as Lucifer Falls came into sight. With a sigh I leaned against the icy wall of the trail, which wound along the cliff faces like Ithaca’s version of the Great Wall of China. The spray of Lucifer Falls that landed on the gorge walls froze in brilliant swirling ice sculptures, fashioned by the hand of nature herself. Thousands of feet below me, the water crashed into a lovely aquamarine pool, a chilly mist rising off the surface.
I took another deep breath, enjoying the sting of the frigid air. If things had gone as I planned this week, I’d be in jail right now, not enjoying a hike in Robert Treman State Park. The longer We Are Seneca Lake’s campaign to stop Crestwood Midstream’s ill-fated project to store methane along the lake’s western shore drags into the winter, the stranger our court proceedings get. Just two weeks ago, if I had gone before the judge, I’d surely be in the slammer.
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Monday, December 8, 2014
Learning the Jails
I've never had much experience with jails. I was briefly introduced
to a holding cell in Washington D.C.'s Anacostia police station in March
of this year after refusing to move from the White House sidewalk while
protesting the KXL Pipeline. I stood in there for ten minutes with five
other female college students before I was processed and released.
However, I now find myself quickly becoming familiarized with the procedures and expectations of Schuyler, Chemung, and Yates County Jails as the We Are Seneca Lake civil disobedience campaign continues into December.
However, I now find myself quickly becoming familiarized with the procedures and expectations of Schuyler, Chemung, and Yates County Jails as the We Are Seneca Lake civil disobedience campaign continues into December.
Labels:
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Seneca Lake,
Watkins Glen,
We Are Seneca Lake
Friday, October 31, 2014
When all else fails
When I was in Ohio and I called my dad to tell him I was coming home
from the Climate March early, I was in a state of both sadness and
disbelief. I couldn't believe that Houston-based Crestwood Midstream had
received federal approval to store methane in salt caverns along Seneca
Lake, my home, and I did not want to leave my March family. He assured
me I was doing the right thing.
"You'll still be fighting the same fight."
I
know he's right, but it's hard to believe that it is the same fight.
The type of work and the mood of the situation here at home is entirely
different from the Climate March. The March is addressing the broader
issue of climate change, which encompasses gas storage on Seneca Lake
along with hundreds of other projects around the country and the world.
Our primary activity is walking and experiencing our world and the
stories of the people living in it. It is our responsibility to bring
the concerns, questions, hopes, dreams and prayers of the American
citizenry to President Obama's doorstep. We live in community, and we
are constantly surrounded by love and friendship.
Back here in Upstate New York, the story is much different. Although I am making many new friends (none of them my age) and finding a place in a new community of inspiring people, the tone is more focused and serious. While the Climate March is mostly an awareness-raising, mind-awakening crusade across the country, the fight to save Seneca Lake is exactly that; a fight. A battle. We are waging a weaponless war.
"You'll still be fighting the same fight."
Seneca Lake
Back here in Upstate New York, the story is much different. Although I am making many new friends (none of them my age) and finding a place in a new community of inspiring people, the tone is more focused and serious. While the Climate March is mostly an awareness-raising, mind-awakening crusade across the country, the fight to save Seneca Lake is exactly that; a fight. A battle. We are waging a weaponless war.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Letter to Gov. Cuomo — LPG Facilities on Seneca Lake
I grew up in the Finger Lakes Region in Geneva, which is at the north end of Seneca Lake. A company called Crestwood (formerly Inergy) has proposed an expansion of liquefied petroleum gas storage in the old salt mines on the Western shore of the lake near Watkins Glen (on the south end of the lake).
Not only are these facilities incredibly dangerous, with potential for leaks and explosions, but Crestwood has plans to transform my home into the "gas storage and transportation hub [of] the Northeast," threatening the health of our tourism and wine industries, which are deeply intertwined. The last time I checked, open brine pits, a flame stack, noise pollution, and increased truck and train traffic are not appealing to the tourists that our region relies upon so much.
Furthermore, this project would only provide 8–10 permanent jobs (not for locals), whereas Hazlitt 1852 vineyards alone employs about 60 people (keep in mind this is one of our many wineries on Seneca Lake).
Over my spring break, I attended a public forum organized by Gas Free Seneca about this issue in Watkins Glen called "Seneca in the Balance" on March 11th. At this forum, local businesspeople, scientists, legal experts, health experts, local officials, and activists all spoke, and every one of them, despite their varying backgrounds and ideologies, agreed that this project would be terrible for Seneca Lake and the 100,000+ who rely upon it for drinking water.
At the forum, pre-written letters to send to Governor Cuomo were distributed for attendees to sign and return to be sent in. I filled out one of these letters, but I wanted to write a more personal one that told my story as a lifetime resident of the Finger Lakes Region. I have sent in that second letter, and I wanted to share it with you hear.
After the letter I will include information on how you can help this cause and learn more about it.
Not only are these facilities incredibly dangerous, with potential for leaks and explosions, but Crestwood has plans to transform my home into the "gas storage and transportation hub [of] the Northeast," threatening the health of our tourism and wine industries, which are deeply intertwined. The last time I checked, open brine pits, a flame stack, noise pollution, and increased truck and train traffic are not appealing to the tourists that our region relies upon so much.
Furthermore, this project would only provide 8–10 permanent jobs (not for locals), whereas Hazlitt 1852 vineyards alone employs about 60 people (keep in mind this is one of our many wineries on Seneca Lake).
Over my spring break, I attended a public forum organized by Gas Free Seneca about this issue in Watkins Glen called "Seneca in the Balance" on March 11th. At this forum, local businesspeople, scientists, legal experts, health experts, local officials, and activists all spoke, and every one of them, despite their varying backgrounds and ideologies, agreed that this project would be terrible for Seneca Lake and the 100,000+ who rely upon it for drinking water.
At the forum, pre-written letters to send to Governor Cuomo were distributed for attendees to sign and return to be sent in. I filled out one of these letters, but I wanted to write a more personal one that told my story as a lifetime resident of the Finger Lakes Region. I have sent in that second letter, and I wanted to share it with you hear.
After the letter I will include information on how you can help this cause and learn more about it.
Labels:
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wine,
winery,
Yvonne Taylor
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