SATIRE
Protecting Who From What?
In the desert, not much is considered
We’d reached the summit. Dry, dusty, wind-whipped, my daughter and I stood high above the valley.
It had been only a year since the last time we’d stood there, just after the vote was passed to not go forward with the project so many had wanted, so many had not. The Had Not’s won, and we were witnessing the consequences.
“This is what a lack of education looks like,” I mumbled to myself, but my words carried on the wind to my daughter’s ears.
“I had no idea,” she started, but turned her head away from me and I could not hear the rest of her sentence.
What had been protected for so long was no destroyed. Gone forever. Because people didn’t know, didn’t care, didn’t care to know. And the had not’s had made sure they would never know, and never care.
The Scottsdale Preserve was created to do just that, Preserve. Preserve a special patch of land north of the city in as much of its original form as possible, so that future generations would be able to see what the world around them looked like before urban sprawl covered everything.
Those who ended up close to the preserve via the urban sprawl decided it was better to not educate the public about the…
