This culture-making environmentalism should not resemble "Protest," which is used like a consumer label by the commercial press to dismiss us. And god knows they've been doing that for years. If culture we're making is more interesting than the cliche'd march-and-rally, and the first response isn't to point and call us "Protesters," - now we're getting somewhere!
The Spectra Pipeline? - nobody wants it. But democracy doesn't work around here. All the towns and community boards and citizens' health groups along the route of the pipeline, from the Pennsylvania fracking fields to playground at the end of Horatio Street that would be incinerated by a gas explosion - everyone's agin' it. But JP Morgan Chase is for it, Mike "Wal Street" Bloomberg is for it, and a big Texas energy company is for it. It's a pure trinity of 1% Devilishness - money, politics and fossil fuel.
This threesome of natural Hellfire - they mainly deal in subterfuge. They get all the regulatory panels to vote yes on the pipeline before most New Yorkers know anything about it. People can't tell you with much specificity where the construction site is located; how the pipeline is supposed to come into the West Village at an old pier where they park garbage trucks, then cross the Westside highway along Gansevoort Street in the meatpacking district and turn left toward the Con Ed grid.
Our offering so far is to take audiences to the site and dress them up. Sing songs and leave clouds of hot pink dots. We're just getting started. The important thing now is for people to know where the construction site is located. What, physically, does it look like. Our costume comedies make that easier to do. We need to feel the incision point of this big pipeline; the 800 million cubic feet of natural gas shooting through the steel tube out of the river" Our reaction must become visceral. Now we are far more angry. And scared. Experience this thing.