A year and a half ago, Stanley Fish, who is a part-time resident of Andes, wrote a beautiful column about how the community had come together to question the wisdom of fracking in our magical little town. (You can read that article here…)
This morning, he’s offered another one. We won’t ruin the punchline for you, but it brought us to tears, but here’s a taste:
Now, I know that this pattern of insistent, circular, hammer-like, repetition is dictated by a legal concern to avoid the drafting pitfalls of “overinclusion” — crafting a regulation that can be interpreted as sweeping into its ambit more than it is intended to cover — and “underinclusion” — crafting a regulation that can be interpreted as omitting a significant aspect of what it is intended to cover. But I can’t help reading the document as an imitation in words of the physical act it is trying to prevent: fracking is being pummeled on all sides and from every direction; the assault on it is relentless; the target cannot escape; it will be overwhelmed and drowned; the intention, like the intention of the physical process, is to smash it into bits. Take that, fracking!
Indeed! Take that, fracking! He goes on to mention Andes Works! (thank you, Stanley Fish) and captures a sense of what all of us are so excited about with this ban, both here in our community and also as a reflection of our country.