we walked and rode our bikes to a fracking and oil pumping site where there is a windowless plant and a holding tank area where the toxic chemical mix being used to frack the oil out the the earth--which lies beneath a very nice neighborhood--is being used, collected and then dumped, untreated, into the Santa Monica Channel that carries it straight to the Pacific Ocean, unbeknownst to most of the residents who live there! Their health is being compromised and they're unaware of the dangers that hold all their lives at risk. Well, we were there to inform them and change that. We were noisy in a nice way, and for the first time for many, we introduced them to the word "Fracking" by handing out flyers and alerting them to the dangers facing them.
One block away from where the plant and tank containing the poisonous mix of water and chemicals is released is a city park where people were playing baseball and having barbeques--you know, generally having a great time out in good 'ole sunny California. There was a noticeably noxious gassy smell that was drifting from the dump site that made us we want to get away from it as quick as possible before it made us sick that the people in the park didn't seem to notice. I guess, they've gotten used to it and don't pay any attention to it anymore; but we were there to change that.
We made ourselves known with chants like "Hell, no; oil fracking has to go!" accompanied with the sound of the chimes tinkling from the bells on our bikes. Many of the residents who were in their cars honked their horns in support of us as we rode through their neighborhood. We raised the alert about fracking in a very non-violent way and they appreciated it. That's how its done. Violence, I believe, is a way to turn the public off when we really need to be turning them on.
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