Finding new support with Campus Solutions, Inc

campus_protests_californiaIn the heyday of the 1970s, campaigning for social justice issues was not as easy as it is today. When I first helped start UWAT (to initially battle against wind-farm technology) the amount of negative opinion and social pressure that I had to face was immense; surprising given the politically charged era. At that time, women were being encouraged to get educated and shoot for high-paid jobs; but in reality the male patriarchal system was in as much control as ever.

The constant conflict with the opposite sex, coupled with the well meaning opposition in the fight against wind farms, meant that the 70s were a very turbulent and explosive time for me. Now, however, it has never been easier to set up a social justice movement.

fbWith the popularisation of social networking and crowdfunding, new and important issues can be put to the fore and have a much better chance of gaining traction. More women that ever are going in to further education across the world and, although there’s still a long way to go yet, the pay gap is starting to narrow.
Its interesting to think that only ten years ago platforms like Facebook were really only in their infancy. Their capacity for social impact was deemed very little, and their use only extended to uploading photos of nights out and making friends on campus. In 2006 Facebook’s user population was estimated at a meagre 12 million. Now, the social networking giant has over 1.6 billion users worldwide as well as control over a host of other mobile messenger apps which link even more people together.

The soap box of yesteryear has been replaced by a mighty pedestal. We used to have to scream to be heard by the twenty or so people, who even cared to turn their heads. Now, with the right marketing and promotion, a social awareness movement can gain hundred of thousands of supporters within a matter of days. All it takes is the right person, with the right amount of funds to notice, and suddenly your movement can make a serious difference in the world.

soapboxOf course, there are so many people campaigning through the use of social media, that sometimes it can feel like you’re shouting in the wind. That’s why its great to still utilise the power of people and good old fashioned campaigning. One company making a business out of this is Campus Solutions, Inc.

Through the use of back-to-basics advertising, that is based on college and university campuses, Campus Solutions, Inc specialise in raising brand awareness amongst the student demographic. Although they engage in a great deal of advertising for brands and companies, they also do work for charities and social justice movements. With the help of platforms like Facebook, Twitter and Instagram; companies like Campus Solutions, Inc can make a real impact on raising awareness for any given cause thanks to their boots-on-the-ground approach to marketing.

If we can find a way of emulating the practices of successful marketing companies such as these, then High Pow has a real shot at making a difference in the battle for renewable energy production.…

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Electric Motors – Whirring Heart of the Wind Farm

It is all too easy to look at machines and see cold and calculating monsters, reacting and moving of their own accord—but for a singular purpose. Fear of these robotic creatures is partly what drives animosity for Wind Farm developments. Another argument that is constantly levelled at turbines are their unsightly position on the landscape, as well as the sound that they produce. The turbines cannot speak for themselves, or argue back, so they are an easy target for angry mobs of activists. Whenever I get the opportunity, I try to convince these naysayers of their benefits, and what they mean for our planet.EERE_illust_large_turbine

Wind Farms are not soulless banks of lifeless electric motors feeding off the planet’s energy. They are living, moving products of our human drive for sustainability. They are a physical embodiment of our need to do right by our collective home. From their smooth and beautiful aerodynamic design, to the intricate wiring and physical chemistry of their inner workings; human life and ingenuity have made them what they are. With a typical life cycle of twenty-five years; these colossal friendly giants channel the strife and effort of thousands of individuals, to produce priceless energy that can go on to power another generation of world builders.

The whirring heart of each of these individual turbines is the electric motor. This basic design, having done so much damage to the earth for decades of its existence (due to poor vision and implementation) is now getting the rehabilitation it sorely deserves. Instead of powering gas guzzling off-road vehicles or fuel hungry planes, these electric motors are being constantly redeveloped and redesigned to optimise efficiency and improve economy. The end product of this innovation, is a new generation of wonderfully clean electric motors. Put to use in the form of graceful wind turbines, these machines have been given the chance to give back to the world that has created them.

7026881-skyscrapers-cityAesthetically, the modern wind farm has always come under attack from opposing forces. To convince a detractor of their beauty might well be an impossible task. I believe for most it will simply be a matter of time. All new technology is damned initially, for being garish or vulgar in some way. The early skyscrapers were seen as capitalist eyesores, far removed from the vogue of classical architecture. Even motor vehicles, a human creation now admired by many for their aesthetic appeal alone, were deemed ugly beasts upon their inception. In time, we will grow accustomed to our turbine allies, and they will become as familiar and friendly to us as the very trees that grow alongside them.…

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A war lost and strength regained.

It took the death of my husband, and my two children leaving home, for me to change my mind on the farms that had come to represent everything that I had come to see was wrong with world. For decades I had tirelessly campaigned with my sisters in arms, but to no avail. The more convincing and scientifically sound the data came to be, the louder we had to shout to be heard. Suddenly, the deafening roar of logic became too much to bear, and when we stopped shouting all we could hear was the drone of the wind farms all around us that we had failed to stop.

Kenneth respected the passion with which I campaigned, and never challenged the assertions that I had made at such a young age. When he passed away suddenly, around 10 years ago now – I came to the realisation that he had defended me for decades, even though he probably belonged to the other side of the debate. After the children left for University to follow their own blind beliefs, I was alone. UWAT, in the face of utter defeat, had disbanded and the only reminder of my time spent campaigning were a few dog-eared photographs and the turbines themselves. Ceaselessly turning on the horizon, they mocked me with their light drone increasing to a hum when winds were particularly strong.

Not having the heart to leave the family home that I had spent so long building and loving, I remained there alone. Over the months, something strange began to happen. The droning sound that I used to detest, started to become sweeter to my ears. On some days, it would be a barely audible note on the breeze and on others the sound would be like music, almost if Kenneth was humming in the room above. I read up on the facts, grieved the time lost and found my new purpose. That’s when I started this blog, a hub of information for those who need unbiased enlightenment or simply a place to talk. Here’s to many more years of tireless campaigning, this time for the right side!…

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In the 70s I used to hug trees, now I hug wind turbines…

Scour the internet for news on wind turbine farms and you’re more likely to find sites dedicated to the removal or the prevention of them, than the support of them. Its easy to see why. Like any big issue, most people tend to have knee jerk reactions to the erection of multiple ‘metal monstrosities blighting our beautiful countryside’. Those aren’t the words of a modern day activist, they are mine, from a time when ‘renewable energy’ was a term the man off the street related to science fiction rather than reality. I was the man off the street in this instance (although I would’ve insisted on using the term ‘woman’ instead) and I was blindly ignorant to the benefits and beauty of what would become a great source of energy for me, both literal and spiritual.

Wind turbines in a rapeseed field
Wind turbines in a rapeseed field

Spending the bulk of my teenage years through the late 60s and early 70s, I was fortunate enough to receive a good education. Lenient parental restrictions meant that I was encouraged to voice my opinions, on whatever I deemed worthy. It didn’t take millions of pounds of research or a Phd, back then, to notice the damage that we were doing to our planet. Huge consumption of fossil fuels, as well as inefficient engines, and cheap fuel prices had left our cities feeling like smoky biomes of darkness. Thankfully, there were plenty of social action groups being set up to tackle the various problems that were set to blight our future. One of these was United Women Against Turbines or UWAT for short.


UWAT was singular in that its membership was made up solely of women (most in their 20s and early 30s) who were shocked by plans they had seen, by the USA, to install wind farms en mass throughout the States. In the midst of the ’73 oil crisis, UWAT feared that Britain would follow suit and our virgin, untouched country side would become blemished by the ugliness of mechanical industry. After graduating from Cambridge in the mid-70s I dedicated my life, both personal and professional, to the fight against wind power, believing it to be the sole threat to England as we knew it. I realise now that I was simply overzealous and horribly uninformed……

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