Archived Letter – 700

It is regrettable that the misreading of my previous letter to the editor has reminded one writer of their difficult early years. However, I believe I’ve used the term “ghetto” correctly as I was referring to a small area within our Province where the minority who are susceptible to the damaging effects of wind turbines will be driven to live. Granted, it would not be as dangerous as a city ghetto, but it would not be pleasant either. Perhaps in the future, I should describe this area as a “Wind Refugee Reservation” – that should eliminate any misunderstanding from the use of the g-word. It’s remarkable how wind supporters living far from the problem can steadfastly cling to the fantasy that turbines are beautiful and harmless, inserted into their heads by wind industry media campaigns, while ignoring the actual harm that these machines do to people living next door.

Now, we know that turbines won’t be placed in the view of Scarborough residents and one would expect that cities are exempt as well, because of all of the votes that live there (remember the gas plants?) The proposed turbine siting maps seem to place them everywhere rural. Well then, where can farmers with health issues caused by turbines go? It’s a fair and simple question. Why does Premier Wynne seem unable or unwilling to answer.

I’ve been fortunate in being able to create a safe living environment in the beautiful Belwood area. In my letter, I had objected to the loss of the right to the “security of the person” I thought was granted under the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms. This was found amusing by one writer and worth mockery. People who expressed contempt for my illness and safety, amongst other things, demonstrated that they have missed this point completely. If I have no right to live safely in my own home, whatever my health status, neither do they. Wake Up! This government and their wind company friends are not good for your health, your wealth (checked you hydro bill lately?) or your freedom.

Robert Service