Feb. 17th, 2008

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there is no one who would not hesitate
before such choices as the ones we face
such facts as these no rubber can erase
we choose to blame a silent hateful fate
a lie that we can forge without debate
this deity before whom we can abase
ourselves and claim that there is no disgrace
in saying that we simply could not wait
never believe just what you have been told
by those who claim to have your care in hand
the world is ruled by monsters and by brutes
the smell of shit comes from what looks like gold
honour and honesty have both been banned
and decent folk have found other pursuits

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Poppyshow at Runaway Bay

John Maxwell

Perhaps the Spaniards were tempting fate by deciding to put a hotel near Runaway Bay, a place with such unfortunate historical associations for them.
      Or perhaps they came to avenge a four hundred year old defeat. Whatever it is, the Spanish-owned Bahia Principe at Pear Tree Bottom, near Runaway Bay, has caused more than its fair share of controversy, bad feelings and environmental problems.
      On Monday afternoon last more than a hundred people assembled at Runaway Bay for what was advertised as a public consultation on an Environmental Impact Assessment of certain aspects of the hotel. That was what it was supposed to be.
               It was, instead, a shambolic, confused, totally irrelevant melange of misconceptions and confusions, good-natured for the most part but occasionally spiced with a little malice. The meeting was conducted – if that’s the word – with  splendid incomprehension of what a public  EIA consultation should be.
      I won’t blame the people on the platform, two of whom (Jamaicans)  represented the Spanish interests and one,  the chair, the interests of the local Chamber of Commerce. The people to blame were the National Environmental Planning Agency and the Natural Resources Conservation Authority(NRCA/NEPA) who miserably abdicated  their legal responsibility.
      There was an apology for absence from NEPA/NRCA which was perhaps understandable. They managed to foul up almost every aspect of the regulation of the hotel including the EIA, the fact that the hotel is built on a public beach, illegally, and the sanitary arrangements and otherenvironmental protections which ought to have been built into any permit for any hotel anywhere in the world, but especially in an environmentally sensitive and important Jamaican wetland, fronting a world famous and scientifically important coral reef.
       Certain elements of the meeting were apparently brought there to give (largely muscular) testimony on behalf of the hotel and the bottom line. People like Dr the Rev Frank Lawrence,  Diana MacCaulay , Wendy Lee and myself were portrayed as being simply anti-development. A simple question from Dr Lawrence about the capacity of the hotel’s sewage system was never answered. It was the first question asked.
 I attempted to point out that a public consultation was supposed to be an important and integral part of the developmental decision making process  as recognised in the NRCA Act, in the Treaty of Rio and a slew of other treaties, conventions and international protocols.
      An Environmental Impact Assessment is first of all, supposed to decide whether any development is really necessary, whether it is necessary in any specific place and whether it is worth the investment that the community is asked to make in surrendering space, amenity and foreclosing alternative uses, to accommodate ‘development’.
      When I was Chairman of the NRCA thirty  years ago we had precious little legal weaponry to stop bad developments. However, by suasion and by mobilising public opinion we were generally able to get developers (with the exception of the UDC)  to obey the laws and common sense, to realise  that allowing hotels to defecate on their own doorsteps was not wise or healthy, that it was crazy to dig up the Negril Morass for massively polluting peat and so forth. We even managed to get Doctors’ Cave Bathing Club to obey the law and stop discriminating against Jamaicans.
      The new NRCA/NEPA, armoured and equipped with all kinds of heavy legal weaponry, seems to have no clue as to how to employ its power to advise and if necessary, to compel developers to  behave as if they were civilised. A very distinguished scientist who helped advise the NRCA during my time, has  told me that the only way to go now was to abolish the present NRCA/NEPA and replace it with the kind of professional organisation we had in  the 70s.
      The problem with the NRCA is not only with its regulatory negligence. Thirty years ago the NRCA was able to mobilise public opinion on the question of Kingston Harbour and we were only frustrated by the intervention of the IMF which managed to halt almost every progressive impulse of the then government by the simple means of economic threats and menaces.
      That is no longer possible.

 

Access to Justice

Developers in Europe now have to deal with, among other things, the Arhus Convention, which legally guarantees the rights of ordinary people in the developmental process.
This convention is global in its dimensions and almost certainly applies to the activities of European entities outside of Europe and therefore to the owners of the Bahia Principe.
“ It is by far the most impressive elaboration of Principle 10 of the Rio Declaration, which stresses the need for citizen's participation in environmental issues and for access to information on the environment held by public authorities." These principles, believe it or not, are also enshrined in the Jamaican NRCA’s  guide to the conduct of Environmental Impact Assessments.
      “The Convention adopts a rights-based approach. Article 1, setting out the objective of the Convention, requires Parties to guarantee rights of access to information, public participation in decision-making and access to justice in environmental matters. It also refers to the goal of protecting the right of every person of present and future generations to live in an environment adequate to health and well-being, which represents a significant step forward in international law.” (United Nations Economic Commission for Europe http://www.unece.org/env/pp/contentofaarhus.htm)
      The Spanish Costa del Sol is more than  400 miles of beach and rugged coastline, once admired for its ravishing views, and the grandeur of its landscape.Its attractiveness to visitors has dropped precipitously, because,  over the past forty years in the name of development, Spanish local and central government authorities have allowed this coastline to be disfigured and exploited and uglified by get rich quick hoteliers and real estate salesmen.

Dynamite and the Concrete Coast


      The Costa del Concrete – Concrete Coast – as it is now nicknamed, is a soulless parade of concrete monstrosities, fencing off the local populations from their beaches and repelling tourists by its industrial character.
      Public revulsion has driven the Spanish government to take action.  All along this 400 mile coast, hotels and illegally built condominiums and holiday cottages are being razed, bulldozed or dynamited, in an attempt to recapture, some vestige of the real Costa del Sol.

The Costa del Sol is only a fraction of Spanish seacoast.

 Jamaica’s entire coastline is 480 miles, and only about 40 miles of that is beach of any kind. When I was fired from the NRCA by Mr Seaga, 28 years ago, the public had guaranteed access to 20 miles of fishing and bathing beach. No one can now tell you how much of that is still open to the ordinary Jamaican or ordinary visitor who is not a guest in a sea-front hotel.
      Things may get better. According to the Christian Science Monitor – a month ago, Spain and its neighbours along  all 29,000 miles of Mediterranean shore have agreed that no construction is to be permitted on the 100 meters (about 328 feet) of land nearest the water.
      At a meeting in Almeira, on the Costa del Concrete,  one of the prime movers in this initiative was Jose Fernåndez Pérez,  Director of Coasts in Spain’s ministry of Environment. He implored his international colleagues to initiate “radical change” in coastal management. “The old models of managing the coastline are exhausted”, he said.
      Someone ought to inform the Spanish Ambassador here about his government’s policies. The new injunction not only preserves the coastline for the public, it protects the investments from most of the serious damage likely to be caused by global warming, sea-level rise and related effects such as hurricanes and storm surge.
      The government of Jamaica should pay attention. Now that we have been dragged unprotesting into the latest incarnation of the viciously predatory MAI (Multilateral Agreement on Investment) via the exploitative Economic Partnership Agreements, the sole benefit is that we now have access to the Arhus Convention and to the European Court.
      That should make life very interesting for developers public or private,  who want to steal our patrimony, disfigure our landscape and degrade our environment and for their abettors. The Runaway Bay meeting was a nullity, illegal and a comprehensive waste of money and everybody’s time.

Copyright©2008 John Maxwell

jankunnu@gmail.com

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
our hearts and hopes are set on what is true
no matter what the parting words might be
enough for all the magic freight at sea
to sink before it reaches our purview
so much claimed fact turns out just ballyhoo
what's in the show was not on the marquee
what you observe is more than we agree
we call the truly old the rightly new
a scandal once becomes just one more fact
to put within the record and go on
until the book is filled are we may weep
not at the pain but for the lack of tact
the measure of how far we have now gone
and just how little we have left to keep

 
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
we are too distant from the grinding ice
a world away from the eternal snow
but still we make the winter sacrifice

beyond the north wind there's nothing could entice
our hearts to find what no wise man could know
we are too distant from the grinding ice

we think that our own warmth might still suffice
to keep us safe and guard us with its glow
but still we make the winter sacrifice

we fill the mugs and then rattle the dice
another day spent warding off the blow
we are too distant from the grinding ice

your task is simple and your manner's nice
you do not have to worry for the flow
but still we make the winter sacrifice

our only problem now is the high price
not if the ending will come fast or slow
we are too distant from the grinding ice
but still we make the winter sacrifice

fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
your vision fails under the weight of cloud
but nothing matters unless you can speak
it seems that even death can make you proud

there is no good that once was not allowed
the deepest essence is not one you'd seek
your vision fails under the weight of cloud

meat on the bone with a small mind endowed
is what you are and that should keep you meek
it seems that even death can make you proud

the ones who came before have all been cowed
by what they saw of glory at the peak
your vision fails under the weight of cloud

so many worlds are hidden under shroud
you think that your experience is unique
it seems that even death can make you proud

the one thing that you thought you had avowed
must in the end be what you could not wreak
your vision fails under the weight of cloud
it seems that even death can make you proud

 
fledgist: Me in a yellow shirt. (Default)
those are the boundaries of former pain
anguish forgotten and then once revealed
given the shape of some monstrous congealed
abortion that has left behind a stain
and odour of which honest sorts complain
while mould and blight have covered all the field
and not a single fruit the trees will yield
the loser is the only one who'll gain
this victory of all has meant the end
of decency and of the best desire
while maggots feast on what is left of art
there are still those who force us to pretend
that there might come again that divine fire
to wake once more the warmth of human heart

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