I recently had a glimpse into our potential, collective future and the picture isn’t dazzling.
While attending, out of curiosity, the anti-Ajax rally at TRU on Sept. 12, I witnessed a disturbing episode. Not too long after the rally began, a group of apprentice miners of various vocations showed up led by someone driving the lighter duty Hummer (you know the more environmentally conscious one).
They were honking the horn, uttering pro-Ajax chants, making disruptive sounds, because naturally they want to be heard, too.
It appeared that the group, about a dozen, was from TRU’s own school of trades. They were mostly young, although the presence of a few older faces led me to think that this unnecessary disruption was not impromptu.
I got closer, intrigued by their less than amicable demeanor, eager to catch a glimpse of their intellectual depth.
Unnecessary swearing underlined their loud chatting. They were perhaps quite genuinely concerned about future employment prospects. A super-well paid trades job near all the amenities and to all your buddies? Pretty delectable!
“There was a mine before,” someone shouted! “The hole in the ground is there already,” chimed another one.
“What’s with all these health concerns? Weyerhaeuser/Domtar has being dumping pollutants in the Kamloops valley for decades.” Therefore, the argument goes, another sure source of pollution won’t matter any.
What about taking a break from meaningless TV time and paying attention to what’s happening in the world and why. Every action each one of us takes has an environmental consequence.
How many environments do we have? One. How many environments in our collective future? One.