A River Runs Through It…
August 16th, 2009The Locust Fork, that is…
A view of dusk on the Locust Fork of the Black Warrior River on Sunday, August 16, 2009, looking south from the bridge on Cedar Springs Road — right in the heart of what would have been a dammed drinking water reservoir — in the area they call Little Shenandoah.
“…all good things – trout as well as eternal salvation – come by grace and grace comes by art and art does not come easy,” Norman Maclean wrote in the conclusion to his memoir A River Runs Through It.
“All there is to thinking is seeing something noticeable which makes you see something you weren’t noticing which makes you see something that isn’t even visible. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words…”
First they wanted to dam the river, now they want to sell the land off to the highest bidder to be clear-cut and developed. If the people got what they wanted in a democracy, if democracy actually existed in Birmingham, Alabama, including a watchdog press, this last of the American South’s free-flowing beauties would remain pollution free.
Instead, they want to dump mercury from coal-fired power plants and all the rages and brimstone from hell out of the coal mines into the water — upstream from where our drinking water comes from.







