Tilting at phone towers

Jimmy Weasel - Friday, 28 March 2003 - 16:27:47 - print it raw

Wednesday Morning: The second day of protesting against the Orange Mobile Tower in a park next to Oatley West school drew a crowd of media; even The Wax found representation.

The guts of this story are simple: local communities are not convinced that the tower is safe, nor dies it mesh well with the heritage of the park. Located 300 metres from the school, signals from such towers are alleged (by a man wearing a cardboard phonebook around his neck) to be at their most dangerous at 280 metres; cause for sounding the alarm.

The numbers: 6 children lying in front of trucks to halt progress, an undetermined number of protesters strapped to the foundation, 8 police.

Orange does have the legal upper hand, however. It's been through local council, and been upheld in Environmental court. Officer Name Withheld told The Wax that the moral upperhand was less than certain. He then went on to ignore any questions about the need for moral police or even freelance police.

 

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