Nara Visa, New Mexico seethed, as did Caroline.
“So we leave the oilfields crippled. They’re splintered, all smashed up. The pipes are twisted and torn. Pumps are shot through. The blades in their impellers are bent and their motors are fried.
“And we’re hundreds of miles away. We’re lost in a dust storm or in the marine layer, or so deep in the woods even our shadows have melted. Or maybe we’re just a few hundred yards away, watching the oilmen survey the damage.
“They’re probably not bad guys. They’re just trying to make a living, hardworking, good at what they do. We shouldn’t judge them. It’s their bosses we should judge. They’re the criminals. They’re the ones who have crossed the line, deliberately stepping into evil.
“They justify our attacks. The laws we’re breaking, they’re nothing compared to the laws the oilmen keep breaking. Every time they frack, they poison the land, create more carbon and keep us hooked on fossil fuels.”
Nara Visa, New Mexico once again seethed at the thought of massive hydraulic fracking.
