The 1080 poem: "You said it was safe" Redwood Reider

Sometimes our public servants need to hear the truth. In rhyme.

Serendipitously I recently was invited to be on a panel alongside Dr Jan Wright, the New Zealand Parliamentary Commissioner for the Environment, at Te Papa, the NZ national museum. We were asked to speak on our passions and thought leadership regarding Te Whenua - The Land. As PCE, Jan Wright issued a major report in 2011 enthusiastically endorsing the use of 1080 poison in NZ. 1080 is banned in many countries, severely restricted in most others, and classed as "Class 1A - extremely hazardous" (the highest possible toxicity rating) by the World Health Organization. The risks to wildlife and to humans are massive. Yet the NZ government tosses it across our country from helicopters as though it were candy. I live in the community of Golden Bay and many of us are sick of this highly toxic substance being dumped throughout the forested mountains that surround our community (as well as in the streams that supply many people's drinking water). So I took this opportunity to present Dr Wright with a special poem I wrote for her to express my feelings on the subject....

Both Dr Wright and I are alumni of the same scholarship program, which is how we got to be on this panel together. This poem is my own (Redwood Reider). Nothing in my speech is to be construed to represent the views of Te Papa or of the organisers of the event.

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Comment by George W. Reichel on November 1, 2018 at 23:41

The psychopaths are in charge

Comment by rose on December 29, 2012 at 8:07
Comment by rose on June 5, 2012 at 9:30

awesome - I sent her a message and joined the newsletter mail out.

we are dust from stars, sitting on the ground round fire
so close my warmth bleeds into yours
it's a myth that things are just what they seem
and this world will be whatever we can agree                                                                                            to dream.

Comment by ilnissky on June 5, 2012 at 9:00   You can contact her through here 


as though a soul could be defined by he or she

as though there was a line between you and me

as if my veins don't grow into roots of a tree

as though my blood's not a drop of water swimming sea

Comment by ilnissky on June 5, 2012 at 7:21

i dont find words to describe how sick it makes me feel, she did such a great job with that poem and presenting it in their faces, totally revealing and ..really powerful.. 

Comment by rose on June 4, 2012 at 21:39

That was a spectacular show of activism for an absolutely barbaric practice 

New Zealands SHAME

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