My husband and myself represent a total of 133 years worth of life experience in the mountains of Highland and Lexington. We were born here, and we live here still. We’ve gained wisdom here. Our bones were literally formed of minerals from these mountains, since minerals flowed from the mountains to the valley below, where they found their way into our respective mothers’ gardens and orchards.
Industrial wind has come to town. If I were convinced that massive areas of inland wind mills was “for a greater good of all,” I would go along with the idea, the sights and sounds of the giant turbines.
As more and more truths become exposed and remain unaddressed by those who stand to gain, however, it becomes evident that windpower is a way for uncaring speculators to capitalize at Maine’s and the nation’s expense, defiling natural wonders in the process.
To maintain quiet and acquiescence of people near the sites, developers offer perks that I compare to beads and trinkets, in view of what will be taken away by enormous and irreversible changes wrought for the short term.
“Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.”
Arlene Gray Trudel
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