I come to my environmentalism honestly from a family history where one's church was the natural world, and worship was about climbing mountains, hiking and rock gardens. Our house was purchased because of the wild forest the person next door was growing. He turned out to be one of Canada's foremost environmentalists, with numerous Governor General's Awards for his Elm Recovery Project and Genetic Seed Bank. His name was Henry Kock. We shared the deaths of family members within the first six months of moving in. He became a substitute dad, mentor and taught me to grow trees from seed.
His yard was littered with quotes from Edward Abbey. He, and his partner, were tireless planet loving, anti-nuclear, cycling, veggie eating, anti-corporate protestors and artists. I learned more life lessons from this man, about just how truly devastating the absolute deforestation and destruction of the forest and it's humus layer in Southern Ontario has been. This book of his was published posthumously and is basically a guide book of how to recreate forests and landscapes. In our neighbourhood we continue to follow his precepts, care for his yard and grow trees from seed like it's a religion.
It was the profit of corporate gods that told his family, who ran a nursery, that it would be fine for teenage Henry to spray all the young seedlings etc. without a mask while using what we now know to be some of the most carcinogenic agro-toxins -all since banned. Henry contracted a very rare and most deadly form of brain cancer while in the middle of writing his book. And so I will forever hate the duplicity of the corporate gods whose lies continue to tell us that everything is fine, nothing to worry about - the planet is doing just fine. I know these lies well and would dishonor my friend's life and reputation if I did not persistently rage, rage against the dying of the green trees. You can call it kool-aid if you like. I just see blindness and folly when the voice of corporate greed speaks, whether knowingly or unknowingly; it makes no nevermind to me. The Lorax must live on.
Each year I grow trees and plant them and give them away in a response to the dying of the land. I do this in memory of my dad and of Henry. I do this because it is the best use of my spare time during the growing season.
What motivates you? Who do you speak for?