THERE is talk of mining The Styx.
Half way up the east coast of Queensland is an iridescent turquoise triangle. It glows.
Look on Google maps for the turquoise glow. It is The Styx, a tidal bore river system, flowing in and around Ogmore.
It is an ecosystem out of most people’s view, a fragile unique ecosystem. Soon it will be slaughtered.
That’s what coal mines do: they slaughter the fragile, the innocent.
Our Styx region in and around Ogmore will be quietly slaughtered with poison run-off that few real people know about.
That’s what happens with coal mines after a rain event. The profit-people apply and are granted permits to release poison: a rotting string of one offs, approved.
A coal mine is more than jobs. It is mega-profit for the already rich. Importantly, though, it is a seduction of our vulnerable with the thought of jobs. Even temporary jobs will do it: the hope of a temporary livelihood for our suffering communities.
The bit they don’t tell us about is that, without our knowing, the profit people violate us; all of us. They exploit our iridescent turquoise triangle and flush poison in, over and through our land, creeks and rivers. They poison us.
They eat our glow.