by Diane Wilson
Follow Diane’s day-by-day account of the latest Global Hunger Strike against Formosa Plastics. You can join her by signing up here.
Days don’t care if you’re tired. Here I was dragging a bit and it’s raining cats and dogs and the red truck won’t start. Lordy. I mess with the battery cables and it’s not that. Nothing happens. I figure I probably left one of the truck doors half open. My son comes by and says he thinks I need a new starter. Noooo! Not a starter! That’s 3-5 days fixing! Not the starter. So, I get my electric jump start gadget and after a couple tries, the old red truck starts. Yaaah! Only get to the site 2 hours later than normal. Not bad but the rain hasn’t let up. She’s sitting on top of Formosa Plastics.
And this is the day that my Ace Ventura Waterkeeper, Dan, is staying in the red truck with all her banners and flags and miscellaneous items. He is watching Formosa Plastics for me. He is holding the fort down while I catch a flight to Maine to speak before an environmental group and some college students about the issues. Nancy is coming along she says. No stopping her. She aims to catch me when I fall on my nose.
Actually, I’m not too bad except for tired legs and I feel like I’m always on the verge of falling asleep. Last night I slept for 12 hours. 7pm-7am. Yep, that’s what fasting does for me.