These are the prepared remarks for a speech given by Sandra Steingraber at the Boston stop of the People’s Climate March tour, “Building a Movement of Movements: Towards the People’s Climate March in NYC.” This post first appeared at EcoWatch.
Only a few years ago, that sentence would have sounded strange, even to me, because the fight against fracking has its roots in another place.
Those who oppose natural gas extraction via fracking first came together because we didn’t want to be poisoned.
We had concerns about exploding pipelines, leaking waste pits and about our children’s school buses sharing icy roads with tanker trucks hauling toxic fracking fluid.
Most of all, we came together to protect our drinking water, and, now that the science is beginning to catch up to the speed at which fracking is rolling across the nation, an ever-expanding collection of empirical data shows that our concerns were well founded.
But a funny thing happened on the way to the shale gas boom.
It turns out that the same unfixable engineering problem that sets the table for contaminating our water also contaminates the atmosphere with climate-killing methane.
The problem is that fracked wells are fragile wells. Too often, they leak. The brutal actions of fracking itself, which uses a slurry of highly pressurized water, chemicals and sand as a club to shatter the shale in order to free the oil or gas — can sometimes deform or crack the cement gasket around the wellbore. That’s how fracked wells can lose their integrity. That’s how they leak. And once they start leaking, you can’t turn them off.
In short, each wellhead is an inextinguishable methane cigarette in the Earth. And there are no non-smoking sections.
This is a big problem for the climate because methane is highly potent greenhouse gas — 86 times more powerful at trapping heat over a 20-year period than its more famous big brother, carbon dioxide. The only good news about methane is that it doesn’t last as long as its sibling. It lives fast and dies young. At the end of 20 years, methane is pretty much gone.
The bad news is that it’s so late in the climate change story that we don’t have much longer than 20 years to alter the outcome of the narrative. Hence, methane matters. It matters a lot.
Methane matters when it creates giant sinkholes in Siberia. Methane matters when it wafts up from the bottom of the Arctic Ocean. And methane matters when it leaks from hundreds of thousands of gas and oil wells.
Methane may come in smaller glasses, but it’s a higher proof greenhouse gas.
Clearly, what’s needed now, at this late hour, before the ecosystem equivalent of end-stage liver failure sets in, is Fossils Fuels Anonymous.
It’s time for some sobriety.
So, out of an awareness that methane leakage from gas wells and fracking-related infrastructure is swinging a wrecking ball at the climate, the anti-fracking movement is pleased to join the movement for climate justice.
Here’s what we bring to this movement of movements.
First, we bring a science-based message to the president and the US Environmental Protection Agency.
Over at Americans Against Fracking headquarters, we are big on science.
President Obama, the science shows that we can’t frack our way to climate stability. If you issue a warrant for the arrest of carbon dioxide and let its partner in crime run free and incentivize its use, you’ll create not a bridge to salvation but a treadmill that leaves us standing on the near bank of a troubled land.
Any plan to combat climate change by swapping one fossil fuel for another — phasing out coal and ramping up gas — is not a good start. It’s no start at all. It’s only the illusion of a start that leaves us paralyzed and defeated.
And, second, we bring to all of you, to this larger climate justice movement, a never-surrender, battle-tested spirit. America’s fractivists have been fighting for our lives in the gas fields. Now we are ready to fight for life itself.
In June, I saw that spirit in eyes of a tiny, old women in eastern Romania. She wore a headscarf and pink coat as she walked unsteadily but without fear toward a line of military police who had closed the road of her village to all but Chevron’s fracking trucks.
And I saw it in upstate New York when I watched a man named Jeremy Alderson respectfully turned down a judge’s offer of community service and accept instead a 15-day jail sentence, saying quietly, “Your Honor, my act of community service was accomplished when I chained myself to the compressor station gate.”
This happened just two nights ago in a village near my own home. In lieu of reading a statement, the defendant asked only that he be allowed, while incarcerated, a kosher vegetarian diet.
On Sept. 21, may the light we shine in New York City illuminate for the whole world our call for climate justice.
My team, New Yorkers Against Fracking, which has sustained a statewide moratorium on fracking for six years and against all odds, is honored to serve as your welcoming party in the unfractured streets of Manhattan.
We are playing to win.
We will meet you there. We will meet you there. Amen, brother Jeremy. We will meet you there.
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