"It is a gothic place with a bloody undercurrent, where behind every magic faraway tree is a logger kicking in the head of an activist, where insular and genetically murky communities have been forcibly separated by authorities. A place where an angelic-looking man with blond hair and blue eyes, who took the world flights just to captive passengers sitting beside him, one day picked up a gun and killed thirty-five people in an afternoon. Of a place where executive Brethren and pig farmers alike fund thousand-dollar advertising campaigns, and where a 2000 year old tree is axed, drilled and filled with diesel and spray-painted with the words 'Fuck you Greenie Cunts' and set alight."- Anna Krien, Into the Woods (the battle for tasmania's forests)
