Driving up past Karalee and seeing the big bulldozers pushing down acres and acres of enormous gums.
Getting told by Ipswich City Council that it was ‘out of their hands.’ But I could be grateful that they had ‘insisted that a suitable person be employed to relocate any koalas.’ (What of the other animals? And where the hell would the koalas go?).
Turning up to habitat group that weekend with twenty other volunteers to tend to a piece of land a fraction of the size lost that after years of work was starting to look good and comparing it with what had been destroyed in one week.
Seeing miles of ticky tacky houses being built bang on top of each other on the bare naked earth. Hot boxes for the poor, miles from schools, transport and jobs.
Thinking about it all these years later.
The high price of progress …