"They Grow Without Love"
They grow without love. Marijuana farmers who care more about money than about the land and about their community. Often times they’re from out-of-town and inexperienced about country living. They don’t know about water bars, conserving water, and cleaning up after themselves.
Here’s an excerpt from a horror story about uncaring growers in Mendocino but its a story we know here in Humboldt. This kind of depredation has to stop.
Because the hills were too sharp and steep, the road never worked, so they left it uncompleted. Instead, two 5,000-gallon reservoir tanks were dropped and filled by the local water merchants.
The same was done with fencing, tubing and hoses and all the housing, all provided by locals who support this industry…
The Wall Streeters made it through the summer. They erected a military canvas tent, 50×50, to cure and trim in. They set up the fans and blowers. Now, all they needed was trimmers….
Most inhabitants of what is called the Emerald Triangle live up there for a variety of good reasons. While growing dope might be high on the list for some, others just want their privacy.
Solitude and seclusion are intrinsic components to Northern California living. If they wanted to see people, they’d live in a city.
Because the Wall Streeters weren’t part of the local scene, they had to hire the trimmers literally off the street.
Now the population of the mountaintop increased from “a few” to “too many.” Neighbors began to arm themselves because of all the unknowns that could happen. After living for decades in almost total seclusion, residents near the Wall Streeters hung privacy fences and draped their compounds so prying eyes couldn’t see in.
With so much on the line, and a balance that has been made plumb by years of dedicated work and by locals keeping to themselves (much like the Appalachian moonshiners did in their day), the Wall Streeters were wrecking the harmony of the mountain.
The new kids on the block were threatening a quiet, secluded lifestyle that had been there for years before the Greedheads’ arrival, and would be there years after the later summer departures…
Fall came and the Wall Streeters’ industrial grow became silent. They were gone. All the residue of their business and craft was left behind. The only thing they took with them was their crop. …the land was ruined. For at least a hundred years, the topsoil and the mycelium layer that protects the ground and allows for renewal and rebirth have been destroyed. The ancient redwoods and rare Madera trees that were cut down for more open sunshine are gone.
The trees and brush that were cleared for the grow are bundled at the foot of a canyon. By the end of next summer, that area, full of discarded wood and brush, will be dried out under a burning sun and soon will be a tinderbox, ready to explode….
It is really impossible to calculate the damage this type of grow can cause.