Does one not find it in him or herself to become enraged by the reports that sewage water effluent containing toxic and radioactive waste is being re-routed to Denver’s Park’s lakes, where it is killing hundreds of ducks and–if it is killing ducks–surely other species of fowl that migrate to or live year-round in Denver?
Does not one feel compelled to understand the killing of these precious creatures so ably articulated at Denver Direct, here and here and here. Or, simply to wonder, as did George In Denver, what direct or indirect neglect of Denver’s infrastructure is causing the no problem, don’t be concerned rise in mercury levels at Northwest Denver’s park’s lakes?
Have we become so callous, so inward directed that we cannot understand the essential worth of the interdependence between our human selves and those creatures that, as Henry Beston tells us, “…are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.” Do we not understand that our fate, our future as a species is no less dependent up the health, the well-being of these “…other nations…” than their health, their well-being is dependent upon ours?
Do we throw breadcrumbs to these precious creatures and laugh at their antics and then simply climb back in our cars and forget them as insignificant, momentary distractions in our lives that brought smiles to our children’s faces?
And yes, yes, where are the politicians, the policy makers, the decision makers who remain silent on this issue? Where are our City Councilpersons whose outrage should reflect our own; whose enmeshment in the steel and stone, tartop and concrete, zoning minutia and “legacy” developments pale against the disgusting indifference to the fate of what some may call “God’s creatures?”
And, Mayor Hickenlooper, sir, where is your voice? Where is your outrage? Where is your concern? Ah, yes, the homeless needs houses; the DNC needs millions; the children need day care; the developers need coddling. But, sir, what about the innocence of those pure souls who live amongst us: expecting nothing, demanding nothing, craving nothing except, yes, except for that which is theirs and always has been theirs and should always remain theirs–the promise of the simple gift of life.