210 years to grow, 23 minutes to fall.
I was only seven years old when I had my first real understanding of politics and democracy. It was with my Mum, as she voted in what I would consider one of the most important referendums in Tasmanian and perhaps Australian history. As she explained, there was a question, and two choices. What I didn’t understand though, was why she chose neither, but rather, like 38% of the voting population, wrote ‘no dams’ across the paper. When I asked why, she simply explained it was because both choices were wrong. In the end it was because of people like her that a beautiful river was eventually saved from certain destruction and is there for us now and hopefully many generations to come.
Now it is no longer about a river, but this time it is the trees. Trees that have been there for so long, they can never be replaced, no matter what anyone will tell you. Once again the argument is about what matters more: immediate commercial gain or long-term protection of priceless, irreplaceable resources. Once again it also comes back to a seven year old girl, this time my goddaughter. She’s already seen the river that others saved for me, now it’s time to save the trees for her. If you would like to know more, then there are some links below.
After all, these are not just Tasmania’s forests. They belong to the whole world.