On the morning of the Evergreen Harvest Festival, I find the news of a 7-acre oil spill in North Dakota. Despite Tesoro Corp.’s assurance that “no wildlife was hurt,” even a student relishing his/her first handfuls of the Organic Farm’s good earth could tell you that the wild kingdom of soil is chock full of life. Thus have 20,600 barrels of murderous crude rendered the North Dakota farmer’s saturated acreage “no longer usable for planting.”
It is to our peril that we continue risking the basic stuff of our existence—water as well as soil—to feed our appetite for oil and coal and gas. No Keystone. No coal trains. No fracking.