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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Hi folks</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Thought you might be interested to read this letter
published, no doubt, in one of the local rags in Tasmania about the destruction
of the beautiful native forest at Mt Arthur.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Brenda R</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV>"There are times when Margy Dockray feels total desolation, being
overcome<BR>with grief. The majestic myrtle forests at Mt Arthur near her home
at<BR>Karoola, Tasmania, are incredibly beautiful. They are ancient and
brimming<BR>with diversity. Now they are being clear-felled and sold for
woodchip. All<BR>timber which will not fit neatly onto a logging truck is
burnt.<BR><BR>Margy is passionate about the rights of other creatures. As a
member of<BR>Pilgrim Uniting Church in Launceston, she recognises that this
environment<BR>is God's creation - beautifully and uniquely shaped. The forests
have<BR>integrity. Humans do not have the right to devastate them
irreparably.<BR><BR>Margy took me to Mt Arthur. Reverently we stepped into the
lush forest.<BR>Magnificent gnarled myrtle trees, already hundreds of years old
when the<BR>first European explorers came to van Diemen's land, shelter
solid-trunked<BR>tree ferns with their long, feathery fronds. Sassafras tower
overhead.<BR>Moss-covered logs on the forest floor slowly give up their
life-giving<BR>nutrients. A little mound of moist soil surrounding a small hole
in the<BR>humus-rich ground reveals the home of a rare Mt Arthur
Freshwater<BR>Burrowing Crayfish, found only here.<BR><BR>A little further along
the rough forestry track we rounded a corner. We<BR>were confronted by a bare
hill-side, totally devoid of vegetation. Charred and<BR>smouldering logs were
piled into heaps. Men were out laying baits of 1080<BR>poison to kill the native
animals. Soon glyphus-based defoliants will be<BR>sprayed from helicopters to
ensure that, when the forest struggles to<BR>revive, it will not
return.<BR><BR>Other hill-sides revealed the reason for this wanton destruction.
Neat<BR>rows<BR>of fast-growing Eucalyptus nitens, not native to Tasmania, have
been<BR>planted, to be harvested in ten to twenty years to provide woodchip
and<BR>profit. After two or three crops, the land will be devoid of
nutrients,<BR>leaving a lifeless desert.<BR><BR>I had read about this happening
in Brazil and Indonesia. Naively I had<BR>assumed that Australians were too
aware, too educated, too sensitive to<BR>the irreplacable wonders of our unique
natural heritage to allow this to<BR>happen.<BR><BR>As I watched Bass Strait
shimmering in the distance through the smoke<BR>haze, questions raced through my
mind. "Why are we destroying this wonderful<BR>asset which, if carefully logged,
could provided beautiful myrtle and other<BR>rainforest timbers for ever?" "Why
do we consider the lives of the myriad<BR>creatures here as expendable?" "Why
would we knowingly turn an incredibly<BR>beautiful and diverse rainforest, first
into rows of plantation and then,<BR>when the soil is depleted, into a lifeless
waste?" "Why would people<BR>knowingly place animal poisons and spray herbicides
in Launceston's water<BR>catchment?" "Why was the rainforest being turned
to<BR>smoke and ash when there is increasing concern about global
warming?"<BR><BR>I came to understand something of why Margy Dockray, housewife
and mother<BR>ofthree school-aged children, artist and theological student, was
suddenly<BR>making and receiving phone calls at all hours, driving Federal and
State<BR>politicians to Mt Arthur, helping to organise the Mt Arthur
Environment<BR>Management Group, and speaking to any reporter who would
listen.<BR><BR>Christians have rightly spoken and cared for the silent victims
in<BR>society.</DIV>
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<P><BR>I flew home from Tasmania sharing something of Margy's grief, but
also<BR>quietly thankful that the myrtles and pademelons and crayfish of Mt
Arthur<BR>had someone who, out of deep Christian conviction, had someone to
speak<BR>for them.<BR><BR>Rev. Dr Robert Bos, Coolamon College<BR>(560
words)<BR><BR><BR><BR>Rob Bos (Revd Dr)<BR>Principal<BR>Coolamon
College<BR>Coolamon College is an innovative provider of distance
education<BR>internationally.<BR><A
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