Fear of chemical sprays
YESTERDAY, driving out on to our stretch of the Childers Rd, it all was clear. For right along our 220m frontage all the roadside grass had turned the yellow brown from being sprayed. From the smell, it was not Glyphosphate/ Roundup, which has little smell. It must be something like 2-4D which lingers in the air for days and is a broadleaf weed killer. It is vicious and scares the pants off me. More so these days because 20 months ago I had my bladder and prostate removed because of an aggressive cancer. Bladder cancer is attributed to “chemicals”. I now live by the three-monthly oncology test and wait another year to get over the three-year hump to be reasonably confident of lasting five. So at 73 you can understand my contempt for those 30-, 40- and 50-year-old alpha types who consider bottom lines and budgets and efficiency ahead of community wellbeing and health and peace of mind. May their socks rot.
N Venters Bundaberg