Drawing of a Haw River beaver by Mikhail Bazankov 1997
for Russian edition of Beaver Soul.
GIFTS XX. November 9, 2014
Yes, this could be a Taoist 101 reader.
She uses, over and over, the basic Taoist ideas and teachings:
humans are one with all .....the separation from this unity with nature is main problem ......mind as not being able to see nature ( reality ) as it is .....false ego self as non real and not nature ways...water as example of the best way...nature as teacher and guide.....health-balance and long life as required to gain awareness... the goal of human life is .." return to the child.... return to the source ( nature ways ) "
she does this very well with the beaver in the water. beaver ( nature ) is teacher and water is the example the beaver ( us ) should live in well and work WITH not against.
she also speaks of the way nature needs no " proof " that a thing is right or works. She even talks of my " wood element” saying " of the 5 sayings of the hall of the small inn:
" where ever you go there you are "
she speaks of the tree in self rooted ( rooting is another basic requirement of most qi gong ) the tree with in Holy ( true ) self home is where the tree is well rooted.
... This book is a teaching dream just repeated over and over, best way.
Wonderful book...now to live it.. the book is not the teaching.. the map is not the land and the words are not the wisdom.
Another gift, a seeing into the roots of my Muse.
I wanted to be wise. How elusive that wisdom is,
but doesn’t every new difficulty teach me? I
let go fear of not enough money. People have
been helping me. I remember Larissa’s wisdom
in Russia when I needed my return ticket, and
the man I trusted had not given it back to me.
“Is everything okay now?” I calmed down
with difficulty. Did I not feed myself out of my
summer garden, even a few figs where the
branches lived? Farmer Kenneth kept
undercharging me for his perfect vegetables,
saying, “I’m going to take care of you.”
I’d made pickles for him as well as for me.
He gave me cucumbers and jars. Two
former students suddenly wanted to take
my new class when my enrollments have been
dropping. Then Pete gave his Taoist friend
a copy of Beaver Soul, a book of love for
water and for memories that are like fishes,
and this friend says my poems are Taoist
teachings. I did read the Tao Te Ching
once, and what I remember is: “Be like water.”
The highest good is like water.
Water gives life to the 10,000 things and does not strive.
It flows in places men reject and so is like the Tao.*
I see my life afresh. Everything fits, including
how the living of wisdom is the hardest. Time
to let go my striving except to keep giving my
gifts wherever they are loved and desired.
Let people live with their own errors and trespasses.
We all have to do that, take our consequences.
Mine now are shoring me up, reminding me yet
again that receiving, trusting, valuing, using
my gifts and giving them away has transformed
my life into the Gift I was as a newborn and
grew to accept and live out as well as I could,
not without errors, and yet with an unerring
sense of who I was and where I needed to go
and how I needed to be.
*Tao Te Ching, by Lao Tsu, #8.
Translated by Gia Fu Feng and Jane English
Cover of American edition of Beaver Soul published by Finishing Line Press, 1913. $12. $15 to be mailed, includes tax. PO Box 253, Moncure, NC, 27559-0253. Cover by Mikhail Bazankov.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Our Malice 2015 paranormal panel: Left to right, front, Toni Kelner/Leigh Perry, Charlaine Harris, Judy Hogan; left to right, top row: Tonya Kappes, T.J. O'Connor.
It’s always hard for me to evaluate my experience at a Malice Domestic Mystery convention. It often takes some time after the convention is over. I’m writing this two weeks after the 27th Malice convention ended. As I have done with my four previous Malices, I stayed with my friends John and Sharon Ewing, who moved last August into a sky rise retirement community called Goodwin House–Bailey’s Crossroads in Falls Church, Virginia. I have enjoyed my visits with them other years and then traveled by Metro to Bethesda, this time from the Falls Church East station.
I drove my twenty-year-old pickup from North Carolina, which got me there in good order Thursday afternoon. That evening after supper in the bistro with their friends, Sharon and John drove me to the Metro station. We used John’s cell phone GPS and “the voice” told us where and when to turn. I also took notes. We noted that to get to the Park and Ride lot, I would have to go around the block, which turned out not to be easy either. We didn’t use John’s phone going home and got lost. This worried me.
Sharon and I got another Google map to the Park and Ride lot, and this map instructed me to pass the Metro station, go several more blocks and make a U-turn to come back to the Park and Ride lot. This couldn’t be right. We called Metro info and finally the man confirmed it. “You’ll have to go up to 22nd Street and make a U-turn.” I wanted to catch the 7:30 train to get to the Hyatt Regency hotel by 8:15. I set off at 6:30. It was a 15-minute drive, but if my friends got lost? I got lost. I did most of the turns but when I got to Seven Corners, where three highways intersect, I made the wrong choice. I drove through endless residential neighborhoods until I got back to a street with stores. When I saw a Starbucks, I found a young woman who drew me a map. I wasn’t that far from the Metro, but I had to get into the left lane to make the turn at the next intersection. This proved tricky, and I wasn’t very wise, but I made it. I did get to the Metro, drove past, through several lights, with menacing signs that insisted: “No U-Turns.” By the time I saw a place I could have turned, just before 22nd street, it was too late, and at 22nd, yet another “No U-Turns” sign. I made a U-Turn.
By this time it was 8:30, and I wondered if there would be any parking spaces left. There were four. The rest of the journey was a piece of cake, but by the time I’d gotten to the hotel, delivered my mystery novels to Kathy Harig of Mystery Loves Company in the Dealers Room, registered, and collected my Malice bag of free books, I was too frazzled to participate in the Malice Go-Round, which is a rather dizzying event anyway. I had been able to do it as an author in 2014, and it did gain me some readers. I didn’t this year have a new book out since the last Malice, so I wasn’t eligible this time. I did need to meet up with my friends Gloria Alden and Kathleen Rockwood so I could leave my extra books in their hotel room. I had run into Gloria in the bathroom and made the plan to meet her after the Go-Round. I sat down in the Hospitality Room and sorted out what I needed to keep with me.
Once I’d ditched my extra stuff, I joined my friends at Boogeymonger, a sandwich and salad restaurant near the hotel where Guppies (the Sisters in Crime’s subgroup–the great unpublished) meet for lunch. Gloria (Murder in the Corn Maze) and I ate with Carolyn Mulford (Show Me the Gold) and Maya Corrigan (By Hook or by Cook). We are all still Guppies and back when we met in 2008-9, hadn’t published any mysteries. Now I have two out, Gloria has five out, Carolyn has three out, and Maya has one out.
We hurried back to the 1 p.m. panels, and I went to the panel of those nominated for first best mystery: Annette Dashofy, Terrie Farley Moran, Sherry Harris, Susan O’Brien, and Tracy Weber. When the moderator, Shawn Reilly Simmons, asked why they wrote, Annette said she wrote “out of necessity.” I also feel that way. Why do a series? Annette said, in both reading and writing she likes to spend time with characters, follow the arc of their lives. I hadn’t read the new author books this time, but I was struck by how supportive they were of each other. They had done a group blog and knew each other well. It was Terrie who won the Agatha tea pot at the banquet.
Carolyn and Charles Todd (authors of the Ian Rutledge and Bess Crawford mysteries) were Guests of Honor this year, and I went to the Best Historical panel of nominees because I love their books. I also like Rhys Bowen’s, especially her Molly series. She won Best Historical teapot this year. Other panelists were D.E. Ireland (Meg Mims and Sharon Pisacreta), and Victoria Thompson.
At 3 p.m. Friday we had the Best of the Year nominees: Louise Penny, for whom I voted, doesn’t come to Malice any more after winning five Agathas. She no longer wins, and I think there’s a connection. Those present were Hank Philippi Ryan, Donna Andrews, Margaret Maron, and G.M. Malliet. Hank won the Agatha. One of them, I think Donna, said, “Every choice we make, we have to live with.”
After the opening ceremonies, I went home exhausted, and John made us poached eggs with the fresh eggs I’d brought.
The next morning was the Sisters in Crime breakfast at 7:30. The first train left at 7:10, and John got me there by 6:50, but I still didn’t reach the hotel until 8. There was food left, but no place to sit and no silverware. I found a spoon on the drinks table, brought a chair in from the hall, and devoured my egg, bacon, and croissant breakfast. Beth Wasson, our wonderful Executive Director of SinC, apologized, but I said not to worry. I was happy to be there and to eat.
I went to the 9 AM best short story panel. I’d read Barb Goffman’s “The Shadow Knows” and voted for it, but that short story whiz Art Taylor won with the “the Odds Are Against Us.” He won last year, too. Kathy Lee Emerson and Edith Maxwell, also a Guppy, who has now several series going, were also on the panel.
Sara Paretsky, another favorite of mine, was there for the Lifetime Achievement Award, and was on the “CozyNoir panel, which my Guppy friend Lane Stone was on, too. They struggled some with calling their books “cozy/noir,” especially Sara, who had never considered her seventeen novels cozy. She tries for believable characters, and finally admitted they might be toward the cozy end of the spectrum. They’re not “hard-boiled” and the sex tends to be suggested rather than explicit. Sara said, “Readers suck up dog kisses,” and admitted she doesn’t write good sex scenes. Sara’s next novel is called Brush Back, and it’s about the Koch Brothers, who, here, are called the Cook brothers. Cook in German means “a bad person.”
I took a sandwich and went to the mid-day discussion of Patricia Moyes (“Malice Remembers”) led by Katherine Hall Page and Martin Edwards, who both knew her. Moyes was the Guest of Honor in 1990, and there for Lifetime Achievement in 1999, and she died in 2000. I realized that I probably hadn’t read all of her 20 or so books, so I’m checking them out now to read/reread. She writes like the Golden Age writers but began publishing only in 1958.
Saturday afternoon we had some amazing interviews. Sara Paretsky was interviewed by Parnell Hall. I was so enthralled, I didn’t keep any notes. But Sara impressed me the whole convention as being so straight about what she thinks and so funny, too. Then I went to the panel focused on research which Carolyn Mulford was on. She writes about a retired CIA covert operative. “Everything they write is censored. You have to read between the lines.” Later Carolyn said, “Everything you hear is research, and she recommended “cultivating friends who are experts.” Laura Bradford, Laura Lebow, and Sujata Massey were also in this panel. Lebow writes about Vienna in the time of Mozart, tries to get the details as “right as possible.” Sujata writes novels set in Japan, where she lived for awhile. She writes authentically about Japanese gangsters, and “love hotels.” She told us how she managed those things–an intrepid woman. Laura Bradford writes Amish mysteries. She goes into the community often and asks questions.
This Malice I was moderating a paranormal panel on Sunday morning, but another one occurred Saturday at 3, with Ann Cleeves, an author I also like, who was this year’s International Guest of Honor. Other panelists were Dee Phelps, Fran Stewart, and Maggie Toussaint. Fran writes novels set in 14th century Scotland and wore a Scottish clan plaid dress all weekend. Maggie Toussaint’s heroine has the dead talking to her. One of the panelists said, “Ghosts lessen the finality of murder.” Dee Phelps writes historical tales of life on a Low Country cotton and indigo plantation.
Next Margaret Maron interviewed Charles and Carolyn Todd, which I found surprising. True, they are all Southerners. I like all their books. The Charles Todd books, however, take place in the U.K., mostly in England, sometimes in France. Margaret’s first Sigrid Harald series takes place in NYC, and her second and better known series takes place in rural Colleton County, NC. Her heroine there is Deborah Knott, a district judge. The Todds said they need to know the rhythm of the spoken language, which can vary a lot in the different parts of England, to make their dialogue work. They work on the Bess books in August, and the Rutledge books in January-February. They don’t use an outline. If they write one, it has nothing to do with the book. They find two books a year all they can manage. One of them said, “Murder occurs when there’s a breakdown between two people.”
Then we broke for the banquet a 7 p.m. Cocktails were served at 6:30 in the lobby outside the banquet room. I didn’t drink, but I did join the crowd to chat with people. I was at Table 42, which Tonya Kappes was hosting. (See my blog for March 22, 2015). Tonya was also on my paranormal panel. The hall held fifty tables, with ten people at each. Some folks only come for the Agatha Awards banquet. Tonya had lots of little gifts for us including a tiny chocolate skeleton in a casket, a charm bracelet, a pen with a witch’s broom at the end of it, a mug. This was her first Malice, and she was thrilled with everything. I took some photos of our tablemates.
Here’s Tonya and me.
Tonya and Kim Shaw, a fan who works for the State Department.
Then came John Pugmire, another fan, and Michael Dymnoch, author of ten novels, the John Thinnes and Jack Caleb mysteries, and Anne Cleeland–with her contemporary series set in Scotland, and an historical series set in the Regency Period.
Next, Lane Stone is a mystery writer Guppy friend, with a beauty queen P I series and a new one featuring Maltipoos. Louise Dietz is a fan. Kate Milford’s children’s book, Green Glass House, was one of the nominees for best children’s novel. I was comforting her about not winning the Agatha, and she told me she’d already won the Edgar for that book.
And here's the chocolate mousse with chocolate cup. Watching my sugar, I had fruit, but the cups were a great hit.
Sharon accompanied me Sunday. We drove. I was moderating the paranormal panel at 10 a.m. Quite a distinguished panel. Charlaine Harris, famous for her Sookie Stackhouse mystery series, was Guest of Honor in 2008. Her book for the panel, Day Shift, was released at Malice. Toni Kelner was the Toastmaster for this Malice. She has several series, and the new one for the panel is the Skeleton series. The most recent book is The Skeleton Takes a Bow. T. J. O’Connor’s series is about a ghost detective, and the book for the panel was Dying for the Past, which had just won the Independent Publishers Award for best novel–the IPPY. Tonya Kappes was doing so well self-publishing her mysteries, that she sold 80,000 copies in a few weeks, and Harper Collins snapped her up. Her book in the Ghostly Southern series that we discussed was A Ghostly Undertaking.
We had two ghosts, a talking skeleton, and a witch, psychic, and vampire. They kept the audience entertained and me, too.
In the afternoon we had the interview with Ann Cleeves, by Martin Edwards. She’s a British Crime Writers Gold Dagger winner, and has two series going, plus TV programs based on the Shetland and the Vera Stanhope series. She said she thought reading for pleasure was the best indicator of academic success.
Then Charlaine Harris interviewed Toni Kelner, who as a child read everything that came into the house. She said about her writing that she trusts herself more than she used to. As she’s writing, she thinks, “I’ll figure it out when I get there.” She writes stories, too, and said, “Stories are about the destination; a novel is about a journey.” Another Sid the Skeleton novel is due out in October, under the name Leigh Perry.
Then followed the Malice tea party. It’s the 125th anniversary of Agatha Christie’s birth, and the publisher gave us a new Poirot novel wrapped in gold paper, written by someone else. The publisher seems determined to keep Dame Agatha alive. To me, she is more alive in those black tea pots given to the Agatha winners, and the Poirot awards given to those people in the mystery community who are especially supportive of its writers. Next year it goes to the publishers of Poison Pen Press, Barbara Peters and Robert Rosenwald. Victoria Thompson will be Guest of Honor; Hank Philippi Ryan will be Toastmaster, Katherine Hall Page, Lifetime Achievement, Douglass Greene, Amelia Award, and Malice Remembers will be Sarah Caudwell.
The numbers of authors at a Malice (200? More?) can be intimidating, but I’ve gotten used to that. Among those 500 people, I like to meet the people I sit next to, chat, find out what they write, or if fans, which authors they love. I give them my bookmarks. I enjoy being on a panel, and when I have a new book out, hopefully by Malice 28, I like doing the Go-Round, if I’m chosen in the drawing. I like listening to writers I admire and love to read. I like seeing the friends I’ve made in the mystery community, mostly through the SinC Guppies. I like learning about new writers I might enjoy. Sometimes I find treasures in my book bag, and I did sell a few books in the Dealers Room. All the honored guests at all the Malices have been modest. They seem surprised that they’ve become well-known and beloved of readers. That’s what I’d like, to be beloved of readers. Maybe one day.
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Judy Hogan, author of Killer Frost (2012) and Farm Fresh and Fatal (2013).
Sunday, May 10, 2015
GIFTS XIX. November 2, 2014
My vocation [his sense, as a child, that he would be a writer] changed everything: the sword-strokes fly off, the writing remains; I discovered in belles-lettres that the Giver can be transformed into his own Gift, that is, into a pure object. Chance had made me a man, generosity would make me a book. –Jean-Paul Sartre. The Gift, Lewis Hyde, p. 40.
If the giver becomes a gift, then I, too,
am a gift. The Universe gave me, and all
that I am, all the words I write about who
I am and what I see, the people I love and
those who hate me–all this is part of my gift.
When I tell my sufferings, my foolishness,
my errors as well as when I admit I passed
through doors while rarely opened for an
outsider, when I saw that I usually succeeded
when I was passionately determined to
succeed, people are receiving my gift. It’s
not a matter of God, unless, like I do, you
see the Universe as God. The way we are
made is the first gift. All babies begin as
gifts from the Universe. They bear within
them the seeds of their greatness, but not
all babies are cherished, not all children
are taught to believe they can be and do
anything they want to. Of course, we all
make mistakes, stumble, lose track of our
real nature, suffer, but if we began with
confidence and courage, we emerge,
not unscathed, but wiser, able to withstand,
even transform the slings and arrows of
the world’s censure. If I am a gift because
I give my whole soul to other people in my
life and in my writing, then I have nothing
to fear. Of course, I have work to do,
people’s hostility to elude or change. I must
provide for myself and my animals, care
for my aging body, my home, and my
small farm. Yet let me not worry or live
in fear. Ask for help but not give in to
feeling helpless. A gift person remembers
her value and does not spin her wheels.
She remembers to look beyond her own
needs and see the gifts others give her
and the gifts she may give without
fanfare or exultation. It’s a quiet
life being a Gift. That’s what matters:
the gift, not the hoopla.
Saturday, April 25, 2015
GOLDSBORO READING AND WORKSHOP–APRIL 1, 2015
Wayne County Library, sponsored by the Friends of the Wayne County Library
Going to Goldsboro for a reading has become a ritual as well as a highlight of my reading schedule when I have a new book out. Killer Frost (2012), Farm Fresh and Fatal and Beaver Soul (2013) were all celebrated in Goldsboro, thanks to the efforts of Katherine Wood Wolfe, who’d been my writing student in the late 90s. This past April 1 (it was poetry month), Katherine had arranged for me to do both a reading of my new poetry book, This River: An Epic Love Poem, and a workshop on how writers can get published these days from 6-9 P.M.
Left to right, Gail Carucci, Judy, Katherine Wolfe
Two students from my winter “Tell Your Life Story” class helped out, too. Gail Carucci of Sanford drove me there and helped set up for the reading and sell books during the evening. Mary Susan Heath, who lives in Goldsboro, kept Gail overnight, took photos, and also gave Gail, Katherine and me a bacon and egg send-off breakfast the next morning. For the evening program Katherine laid out a feast of refreshments with flowers to decorate the tables, and sent me home with my first begonia plant. To the reading came some Goldsboro folks I’d met before, some new faces, and then Margaret Baddour, with whom I’d worked back in the mid-80s to start our N.C. Writers’ Network, came and brought her writing class. We had sixteen folks there.
It was a whirlwind 24 hours. On arrival, Gail and I had lunch with Mary Susan and Katherine, and an early supper, too, and we left the next morning by 8 A.M. to return to Moncure and Sanford. The best part for me was being so valued and appreciated. It comes harder each year to coax readers to book readings and then selling the books person-to-person. When they not only come and buy books but also cherish you like I was cherished in Goldsboro, it makes all the difference, and the $81in book sales helps, too. I have to get another book out for next year so I can return to Goldsboro!
Judy and Mary Susan Heath at the book-selling table.
Sunday, April 19, 2015
Blooming sage plant several springs ago. Same brilliant green as is everywhere now in Central North Carolina.
GIFTS XVII. October 12, 2014
Only when the increase of gifts moves with the gift may the accumulated wealth of our spirit continue to grow among us, so that each of us may enter, and be revived by, a vitality beyond his or her solitary powers. –Lewis Hyde, The Gift, p. 39.
Gifts do hold me up when I fear falling.
It’s like relying on spider webs. I don’t
even know they’re there, and if I did,
how could I trust anything so fragile
and unpredictable? I may tell myself
that other people will help me, that
messages are forming, but there’s
no proof. The only clue is in my
spirit’s indefatigable faith in other
people, in the way the Universe works
if you cling to your best wisdom,
your uncanny knowledge, and follow
where it leads, one careful step at
a time. Don’t expect this to be easy
or without suffering. Don’t expect
acclaim or adulation. What you’re
doing terrifies most people. Some
will stay as far away from you as
they can or actively try to hobble
you. What matters is that other
kindred souls are lifted up and
remember how you and they connected
in those heightened, ecstatic moments
that pull us close sometimes whether
we like it or not, often completely
by surprise. Those few are your
companions. They share their
resources and are only too happy
to give you a helping hand. They
haven’t forgotten those exalted
moments when you were together,
no matter how many years ago.
Gary Simpson’s Speech at the Department of Environment and Natural Resources Hearing on Duke Energy’s Coal Ash plan. April 16, 2015, Chatham County Historic Courthouse.
I’m a resident of Pittsboro NC living at 82 Cynthia Lane, and my name is Gary Simpson.
These days if you reside in NC and your name is DUKE, whether it be the college team that plays basketball, or the corporate team that plays hard ball, people are sitting up and taking notice of the way that you play your game. We see that one of you now proudly has the cap of a champion covering your collective head, while the other is scrambling to literally cover your corporate ash by heaping coals (the remains thereof) on other people’s heads.
When I played basketball the scoreboard in our high school gymnasium was made by a company called FAIR PLAY. Every time we looked up and saw the company name on the bottom line of the scoreboard, we were reminded how we were supposed to play the game.
Because the game of Life is far bigger than the game of basketball, citizens come to this historic courthouse tonight to plead our case for FAIR PLAY. We’ve come to ask Duke Energy, the biggest and baddest kid on the energy playground, to look up at the scoreboards that they power up and “see the light.” Lift up your eyes and see that FAIR PLAY is still the true bottom line. Game plans and business plans should play to the bottom line of moral and ethical conduct. They should benefit the common good, the health and well being of all and not just the coffers of the corporate few.
The irresponsible unloading and subsequent dumping of one’s toxic waste into somebody else’s back yard under the guise of doing folks a favor is not FAIR PLAY. It is FOUL PLAY!
It is FOUL PLAY to treat people and the environment that sustains them as “collateral damage” in the “means-justifies-the-ends” game of corporate profitability.
It is FOUL PLAY to wash one’s dirty hands of toxic ash by unloading the responsibility for its disposal and management to a nebulous LLC that ultimately will take NO responsibility WHEN (not IF) the toxins hit the fan.
The citizens - the flora and fauna - the air, land and waters of Chatham and Lee counties (or any county for that matter) do not deserve to reap the whirlwind of the foul wind that Duke Energy has knowingly sown over its long history of burning coal to sell electricity. That’s not FAIR PLAY!
So, if the largest corporate energy player on the planet won't PLAY FAIR, what then? Then officials who are charged to govern the conduct of the game justly must call the fouls and enforce the consequences, lest the game be denigrated into a criminal charade.
While the “ash hole” that Duke has dug for itself is deep, and finding a way out is complex, the people’s plea is simple. It is perhaps best summed up in the three-part formula for FAIR PLAY proclaimed long ago by the Prophet Micah :
+ Do what is just…
+ Lavish others with kindness and compassion…
+ Walk with humility and reverence in the Deity’s Creation.
Speech given by Diana Hales at the April 16, 2015 DENR Hearing
April 16, 2015: Charah Permit for “Mine Reclamation” in Brickhaven (Chatham County)
Diana Hales, Chatham County Commissioner, 528 Will Be Lane, Siler City, NC 27344
We are here today because Duke Energy has a 70-year ash problem. Existing coal ash pits around the state have failed and their contents are seeping into our public waters. Instead of seeking a 21st century solution to permanently neutralize these toxic residuals, Duke Energy will dig more pits and transport their problems to Chatham and Lee counties.
Our Legislature made a law to allow Duke Energy to move ash into so-called “structural fill” pits and compress it against a 20-year HDPE plastic liner to form twin 50-ft tall mounds in Moncure. This Frankenstein-monster permit strips local government authority, endangers public health, diminishes economic prospects, and offers a temporary Band-aide, not a solution.
It is all in the name: Solid Waste Management Facility, Structural Fill, Mine Reclamation Permit.
“Structural Fill” is a lie. This is a solid waste landfill, but without the normal protections:
No local government approval is required for this permit
No environmental impact study is required for this permit
Setbacks from private residences and water wells have been reduced from 500-feet to 300-ft
Setbacks from property boundaries have been reduced from 300-feet to 50-feet
Setbacks from surface waters have been reduced to 50-feet
Distance from the seasonal high groundwater table is only 4-feet!
“Mine reclamation” is another lie. The site plans show extensive areas of new excavation. The existing quarry is but a small part of the plan at each site.
In the Army Corps of Engineers permit Charah stipulates the liner has a 500-year life expectancy. This is an outrageous claim, to say the least. But then, Charah has no liability beyond 30-years. Charah also claimed in that permit application it was bringing in 3 million tons of coal ash, when we know it is closer to 20 million tons between the Chatham and Lee sites.
Leachate pollutant limits are extremely relaxed for coal combustion products. The permit allows Charah to use the State’s 2T rules for metal toxicity. These rules allow high concentrations of metals…in milligrams per liter…because the waste is not supposed to be discharged to surface waters. However, the truth is that millions of gallons of Charah’s leachate will go downstream in the Cape Fear through a municipal waste water treatment facility. Most wastewater treatment plants do not do a good job at removing metals from their waste stream, because they use biological processes. In fact, two of the metals, barium and thallium, are not included in their testing standards at all. All those concentrated toxic metals will travel downstream or become the sludge spread on our farmland.
Deny this Frankenstein permit that has been cobbled together in a cauldron of special interests.
Deny this permit because it doesn’t solve our coal ash problem.
Our community has a right to clean air and water. Deny this permit.
THE OMENS ARRIVE VIII. April 19, 2015
There’s no other word for it. This plan
of Duke Energy to bury twenty million
tons of coal ash in our communities is
evil. We are like the early Christians
battling their persecutors in ancient
Rome, castigated, despised, treated
as less than human. They found it
painful to hope. So do we. Yet, as
this April’s green rushes to the tops
of one hundred-foot trees, the grasses
hurtle toward seed, the pea vines rise,
and the dogwoods flash their white
blossoms through the woods, hope
surges in me. I’m behind in my
planting and weeding. Instead, I’m
making speeches and comforting
my fellow warriors. This indefatigable
green is my omen: We have reason to
hope, to let go our fear and dread.
Hope is risen with the bold, truthful
words of our allies. On the hearing
night, when it mattered, they came
to speak. They called Duke’s game
plan “foul play.” They said it broke
the provisions of our state constitution.
It would take our lives, our liberty, and
deny us our pursuit of happiness. They
said Duke’s whole scheme was built
on a lie. All that empty talk from
Duke officials vanished before our
eyes like a bullfrog when a giant water
bug sucks out its juices until its skin
collapses.** I try to imagine how those
corporate defenders think. The man’s
title is Director of Community Relations,
but his job is to kill us off, quietly.
Now the truth is out. The spoken
word with its best rhetoric–truth–
is heard on radio and television, read
in newspapers. Hope may live in us
because green rises undaunted again.
** Cf. Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, Annie Dillard, p. 6.
Coal Ash blowing off the old Cape Fear coal ash ponds on Corinth Road, Good Friday, April 2, 2015.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
No Coal Ash Sign on Buckhorn Road, Chatham County
Speech for Chatham Board of Commissioners, April 13, 11 AM
I have been privileged to hear several times our commissioners’ well-formulated questions to Duke Energy and Charah and their very inadequate answers. After reading their recent answers to our commissioners’ questions, I felt like the child, who alone of all the spectators when the king passes by, says, “But the king has no clothes on.” Duke Energy has no clothes on.
What I mean is, once Green Meadows has its permits, Duke Energy has no control over what Charah does. We know Charah is careless about coal ash flying out of their trucks and rail cars. We know that Charah engages sub-contractors, and if they mess up, as the wall-builders in the Asheville Airport did, Charah claims it had nothing to do with that. We know that once the ash leaves Duke’s property the liability is shifted to Charah, or maybe to their sub-contractors, or even to the limited liability company Green Meadows. We know that coal ash should not be moved. We know that many people live, work, shop, and farm along the train and truck routes outlined in the Green Meadows permit.
We know that if this happens, our communities in southeastern Chatham will be harmed irreparably. We don’t want to be Duke’s human sacrifice. We live in a democracy where we are guaranteed our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. We are being treated like people are under a totalitarian regime. Corporations helped the Nazis exterminate six million Jews. Duke Energy is, in effect, practicing genocide on the good people in southeast Chatham and northern Lee county. We refuse to be killed off in the name of Duke Energy’s corporate profits. We shall overcome. We see clearly Duke Energy’s naked purpose: to kill us. We refuse to die.
Speech for Lee County DENR hearing–April 13, 2015
My name is Judy Hogan. I live in Moncure, half a mile from the Deep River and Lee County. Both the Brickhaven and Colon Road designated coal ash dump sites are within five miles by air from me. I live on Moncure-Pittsboro Rd., with its heavy traffic of commuters, school buses, trucks carrying bricks, logs, plywood, chemicals. Now there are probably already 120-140 trucks a day passing every 5-6 minutes coming and going to our industrial district along Corinth Road, often exceeding the speed limit, which is 45 for the curve above me. People who live on that curve regularly have trucks wreck in their front yard. Add 120-140 30-ton coal ash dump trucks within 12 hours, that’s a truck every 2-1/2 to 3 minutes. The CSX train track is one mile away, and when we go to our local post office, we are less than one hundred yards from the CSX train track. If the permits go through, and we know DENR is no longer seriously willing or able to protect our environment, I won’t be able to live in my house, grow vegetables, fruit, and raise chickens, nor will I be able to sell this little farm where I had hoped to die at a ripe old age.
I live very simply on a fixed income. At 77 I’m still healthy, but I won’t stay here to be poisoned. The trucks and rail cars carrying coal ash to Colon Road are also likely to use my road. Hundreds of people live in these targeted areas. Few of us are rich. All of us value our land, our gardens, our pets and farm animals, and our children. We don’t want our women to abort their babies, our babies to be born malformed, our little children to have nerve damage and cancer. Coal ash should not be moved. I have good friends in Lee County. I have taught at CCCC in Sanford. I have fought against fracking with my Lee County neighbors and now we are all fighting against Duke Energy’s plan to introduce genocide into our American democracy. Duke’s plan is criminal. DENR needs to deny their permits for Green Meadows that allows Duke to shift its own coal ash problem onto the good people of Lee and Chatham countries.
Speech for Chatham County DENR Hearing on Coal Ash–April 16, 2015
I live in Moncure, a wonderful community. I moved here to my first owned home 16 years ago and immediately began to fight, first against a low-level nuclear dump; then against three landfills, then to stop our air pollution which DENR had neglected for 10 years. A lot of people I knew here 16 years ago have died since, many of cancer. I fought to get Progress Energy to stop shipping nuclear waste by train through our community. I fought to keep fracking out of North Carolina. In the process I met and came to love the diverse people here in Moncure, most of whom still hold to the traditional American way among country people, of helping each other.
I’ve had good neighbors, and we made friends as we worked to save our community from environmental injustice. Now we fight Duke Energy’s plan to force us to have 12 million tons of coal ash transported past our homes, businesses, churches, and farms. We know it’s a hazardous waste, even if EPA hasn’t said so yet. We know it shouldn’t be moved or get into our air, water, or onto our land. We know it would kill us off, babies first.
We know Duke doesn’t admit to how lethal coal ash is. We hear the word games. “Here’s a glass of water. This is the leachate from the Asheville Airport site. It’s too clean for a waste water treatment plant”. No mention of the lead, mercury, arsenic, selenium and other heavy metals in that glass of water. It isn’t the organic waste that will kill us, but the inorganic, those murderous chemicals that you can’t see.
No amount of wetting the ash or spraying it with chemicals will keep it from drying out and blowing on a hot and windy day after a journey of 150 miles. We don’t trust Duke, Charah or Green Meadows. If Duke wants to be a good neighbor, let them pay for their own neglect of their coal ash ponds all over North Carolina, and treat the good people of Chatham and Lee counties as if they weren’t ruling us in a totalitarian mode, turning our meadows and streams black.
Saturday, April 4, 2015
Pear tree blossoms; peach blossoms behind them. April, 2013
I was honored this past week in a way I never expected. In a celebration of Kostroma Russia’s sister city, Durham, NC, a group of secondary school students presented poetry, music, and dance about Durham. One young woman read part of my poetry book Susannah, Teach Me to Love/Grace, Sing to Me, Book 4. Here’s what she recited. She had memorized these lines.
It is neither spring nor some lush lane
of new, intoxicating green. It is the last
of a dry, hot spell. I am in downtown Durham
taking my walk past smoothly concrete banks
and large urban motels, and then shops, in an
area supposedly renovated, where half the stores
are empty and out of business and boarded up.
Durham is your city. You have haunted it,
photographed it; you told me some club downtown–
was it the Odyssey Club that I passed?--
had just been bought by one of your friends
for a theatre. I looked at another empty club
building, too, and wondered if that was it...
There’s more in the poem, but this is what she recited. A huge gift. Then a young woman played a keyboard quite beautifully; a young man, a saxophone. One young man played a guitar while a young woman danced wildly, her limbs loose and nimble. Clearly they were liking many things about Durham, about America. The music, dance, even the poetry. Here’s the link of the you-tube film, about 20 minutes long, mostly in Russian, but near the beginning at 1.43 minutes, there is the young woman reading my poetry, written back in 1983. Amazing.
we haven’t had an event about your poetry yet (I hope we’ll manage to do it in April) but there was an event about Durham at the library of a Kostroma school. We use a small part of your poem. Here is a video about this event, sorry, it’s in Russian but your poem is recited in English, it starts on 1:43 of the time scale. The girl was a bit nervous; she knew that the author would watch her reciting. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaSWlasi2Qg
I hope you enjoy it.
Tatiana [A Kostroma Regional Librarian]
Then last Saturday Jane Gallagher, a good friend whom I haven’t seen in along time, dropped by to hug me and wish me luck on the difficult work we do now to stop two huge coal ash dumps from coming to two places near where I live. She didn’t understand how I could be optimistic that we could keep these dumps out of Chatham and Lee County, how I could live normally, even peacefully, while I also worked to stop it. A good question. If you’re working to change a difficult situation, it eases the fear. I am afraid sometimes, but I can’t stay there. I write in my diary; I take a walk, I plant peas, beets, and carrots. Anyway, Jane left with my new poetry book This River: An Epic Love Story. She wrote me a few days later–maybe the next day–this. Thank you, Jane. Real readers finding something they enjoy in my books helps so much.
I treated myself to The River today. I read it on my hammock under a large oak tree. Beautiful. I loved it as I did Beaver Soul.
I especially liked
...We can't give each other what we don't create ourselves .....
...I must do as the river does move on and on. I must love my banks. She carries with her that which we leave behind
......take one's place in the world in a way that matters
....We must choose carefully every day, balance within ourselves our needs , the needs of others, our most urgent tasks and what we will let flow past us never to return.
.....Better to aim one’s life toward a radiant horizon, a sky made red by sun than let oblivion declare black the sole reality, or grey, our fated life. The river keeps brimming with gold. My eyes keep seeing the glowing embers of a sky in winter before the dark curtain falls ...
I am glad you had a true love.
Thanks for sharing,
I’d love to hear from others of you out there what you think of any of my poetry books, but I do think This River is my best so far among my published books. Judy Hogan