Saturday, February 25 saw one of the largest shows of public support for saving old growth forests that I’ve seen in a long time.

Many people and groups were involved in doing the organization and preparation. Banners were prepared, and amazing costumes created. I confess to doing nothing other than some minor promotion, and showing up on Saturday.

I joined the walk on Douglas Street. Hundreds and hundreds of people were walking towards the Legislature, carrying banners, and wearing costumes. I was astounded by the numbers. The line of protestors filled the street, from sidewalk to sidewalk. And it went on for blocks.

I was even more astounded by the effort people had put into their banners and costumes. This was not your traditional march, with homemade signs on cardboard (although I saw those). In this march, people became the forest and beings that they were walking to protect.

The symbolic forest. (Screen capture from a video I took before joining the march.)
A cedar, with new growth sprouting from the old tree, and an owl poking out of the stump.

I felt that everyone was of like mind — trying to save the last vestiges of the old growth forests that are left in BC.

I joined the walkers, and found myself overcome with emotion. For how long have people been advocating for protecting old growth forests? In the early 1990’s, hundreds were arrested in one of Canada’s biggest acts of civil disobedience, in the “War of the Woods”. So many people are trying to show we have to use a different model for forestry. I was full of sadness and grief as we walked along. It seemed that we aren’t making a difference.

The banners were beautiful. I joined a section where trees and banners flowed along the road. I recalled times I had been in old growth forests, and the feelings of being in a different world they evoked — the mosses hanging down, lichens, ferns growing out of mosses partway up trees.

The banners and the forest (screenshot from a video I took)
One final image of the march, approaching the grounds of the Legislature

When I took the photo above, I was feeling so emotional, I needed to talk to someone.

I left the walkers as they began to gather on the Legislature grounds, and was pleased to see, standing in front of me, a dear friend. I approached her, and we hugged. She too was emotional, but for different reasons from me. An activist for years, she has attended many protests. And she has also been a politician, sitting on Victoria’s City Council.

However her reaction was wonderfully positive to the march. She appreciated the creativity of the ideas and the banners, and what they implied for the future. She told me, “We need creative ways of reaching the eyes and ears of decision-makers and getting them to pay attention. And we need creative ideas to solve this. This march shows that kind of creativity!”

I appreciated her positive take on the day’s events and was buoyed by her enthusiasm. The energy of thousands of like-minded people is still with me, many days later.