
Click on the image for a full-sized view of how truly huge Kentsnorth power station is. To get a concept of scale, look at the far right edge...that's a full-sized freighter.
Here’s something from the UK that we’re not really hearing much about here in the colonies.
Via Global Guerillas: On November 28th, in full view of CCTV security cameras, a lone activist scaled not one but two razor-wire-encrusted, electrified fences, sauntered through one of the most secure coal power plants in Britain, moseyed into the generator room and coolly shut down a 500MW turbine. He or she then left a banner with “No New Coal” scrawled in gaffer’s tape across a bedsheet. The activist then turned and calmly left the plant the same way that he or she got in.
The mystery activist has been dubbed, “Climate Man” in the UK.
Greenpeace, mystified, said it wasn’t them because “We would never act anonymously.” (Methinks they’re envious) As Global Guerillas points out, these are the reason that Greenpeace fails: Ego and legacy protest thinking. He’s right–these days, no-one really gets inspired or thrilled by a couple of people hanging a banner on a bridge. That’s already old. But THIS guy Climate Man…
From the Guardian (12/11) article:
All power from the coal and oil-powered Kingsnorth station in Kent was halted for four hours, in which time it is thought the mystery saboteur’s actions reduced UK climate change emissions by 2%. Enough electricity to power a city the size of Bristol was lost.
Of the many things that intrigue me about the article, this one ranks waaay up there. The reporter doesn’t validate his claim about a 2% CO2 reduction. I’m assuming here that he means during the 4 hour time the generator was offline that continuous CO2 emissions fell by 2%, as opposed to 2% of yearly total. He doesn’t mention if alternate generating stations came on line to backfill the missing power, nor whether emergency generators at power-critical locations like hospitals kicked online. The multiple small CO2 sources that came online should have offset the CO2 reduction–but by how much? This is stuff I want to know.
Like, how did the power station representative know that the tape on the bedsheet was gaffer’s tape? Essentially, this is an expensive, black, cloth duct tape used by lighting people in theater, TV, and film. It’s not a product that your everyday activist is going to have handy lying about. If it truly was gaffer’s tape, that indeed thickens the mystery, yet narrows the field of suspects. Oooh! Was it the BBC fishing for a sensationalist story? Was it a speed-addled roadie from the Metallica tour? Maybe it’s just British vernacular describing masking tape. I dunno.
This person really, really knew what they were doing. After navigating the fences, razor wire, and security cameras, they walked up to a monster turbine, went to the computer, and with a few keystrokes took down the turbine. How many of us can do that? Hell, I couldn’t. Most über-geeks I know would have had to study the computer interface a while to understand what they needed to do, during which time they would have eventually been discovered before hanging their tatty little bedsheet banner. That’s the other thing–why would the activist go through the effort of planning and executing a flawless commando-ninja infiltration through the most heavily-guarded power station in the UK only to hang a sad little bedsheet with duct tape lettering? That’s just anticlimactic; if it was me, I would have left behind a widescreen multimedia extravaganza outlining my manifesto and heartwarming personal story as directed by Michael Moore. Not to mention–where the heck is the generator room? I’d have to tap some hard-hatted goon on the shoulder and ask for directions.
Who would have the essential and not-readily-available knowledge on how to shut down a massive generator, and do it elegantly without simply blowing it up? I mean, come on–that’s half a freakin’ gigawatt of output. That’s really big. It’s not like unplugging the toaster. So…inside job? Disgruntled former employee?
Maybe. Since it’s more intriguing, let’s say this was a lone activist who studied carefully at the local library or on the internet. From some stray manual somewhere, they gleaned the knowledge on how to use the computer to shut down a generator without completely destroying it. Through patient surveillance, they learn all about the £12 million security systems and waltz right through them without raising a single alarm. This smacks of a Tom Clancy plot, or a near-impossible level in a video game.
Now let’s extend that thought process to Nevada. Let’s say that Bushie’s DoE gets their wish and Yucca Mountain goes online with three times as much high-level nuclear trash as was originally specified. Some lone actor then simply walks in and hijacks just a little high level nuke waste, waltzes back out, and then makes a dirty bomb out of it. With the action of the Climate Man in Kingsnorth, the possibility has just gone from “remote” to “feasible.” We hypothetically know that security is a mirage–with guns, mind you, but a mirage nonetheless. The hypothesis has just been proven. No matter how good the security seems, there’s a way around it (or straight through it, in this case) that a patient and clever person acting alone can figure out.
I must admit that I admire the Climate Man’s actions; however, I find the ramifications very unsettling, yet exciting. It seems very…well, equalizing.