Disease and madness blights environmental protest…
The news that one of our contributors has been involved in a major local story would usually be a cause for celebration at the office. As we are sure you know by now, the case of Owen Solomon is not one that warrants such a reaction. We considered spiking this story, out of respect to Owen and his family. Jon Hawkes, Owen’s long time investigative partner, persuaded us to go to press with this, however, going so far as taking on the lion share of research and writing duties. Here is his report:
‘‘Owen and I have known each other for the best part of twenty years. We met at school here in Lethmachen, and apart from the few years he spent studying at Oxford, have kept up a relationship of mutual support. From initial, tentative and library based ‘investigations’ into the Loch Ness Monster and UFOs, to our nationally recognised research work on CCTV, and on the growth of NLP in local educational institutes, working with Owen has proved exciting and illuminating in equal measure.
I was not surprised at Owen’s decision to protest the development at Wayland’s Wood. He has always had an interest in things environmental. Even to someone like me, it was apparent that the water board’s decision to tear down the ash trees to improve access to the pumping station there was foolish, especially considering the dieback outbreak this year. Two weeks ago, and nine days before the work was set to begin, Owen built a platform in the midst of the tallest ash, packed a radio, telephone and provisions, and prepared to sit it out. Initially the water board were worried; one protestor can so easily lead to many. Owen had misjudged the mood of the town a little, however. Although there was some sympathy, no one actually had the balls to follow him up the tree. There were attempts to talk him down, then a couple of heavy handed scuffles, after which he made the decision to tie himself to the largest branch he could find. Everything was set up for a big confrontation. I came to see him four days in, and he was in good spirits. I had a go at some of the contractors, and generally tried to show solidarity. It was all to the good, it seemed to me, and I was even toying with the idea of coming to join him if things got really hot. Anyhow, two days before showtime, I got a call from Owen. He was very distressed, and, to be honest, not making much sense. Owen has had some issues with his health in the past, so I was worried. On seeing him I became more worried: he was demonstrating all the symptoms associated with a psychotic episode. Interestingly, his train of thought kept turning on our investigations in Lethmachen. The police and an ambulance had been called. The cops told me what was afoot, and, I’m afraid, I did not object. These situations are difficult to get a handle on when you are actually there. Owen was untied, and taken down from the tree. He kept calling for me. The last words I heard from him were: ‘Give me another day. You can have the XXXXXX tree then. I’m almost there. O God! I’m getting it. I’m almost there’. I recorded them on my phone. Owen is currently in Coney Lane hospital, where he has been officially sectioned.
Here is where things get murky. When the cops were up the tree, they noticed the ash was suffering dieback. The decision was made to cut it down with immediate effect. Now, I had seen no evidence of this four days before. In fact, I had not seen any yellowing of leaves until the moments immediately after Owen was cut down. Coincidence? I think not. Murkier still: what made Owen relapse just at that moment after ten years without incident? How might we establish if he had ingested anything he should not have? If he is clean, would the contractors condescend to tell us if any untoward words were whispered during the long hours of the dark?”
We have one more thing to add: this is not the first time the trees of Wayland’s Wood have been blighted. It was here that the greatest number of elms was destroyed during the outbreak of 1974. Economic stagnation, terrorism, strikes, a lurch to the right: is it simply that we have turned our wheel full circle?