RBS Porkies and Climate Camp Frogs
It doesn’t really surprise me, but it’s good to spot where RBS is choosing to lie today. Their little web of deceit keeps turning, even while we set up our action camp opposite their shiny fortress.
The first and biggest whopper, is how great they are at funding renewable energy, and that this means we haven’t done our homework and should go camp in someone else’s back garden. But as the Rainforest Action Nework points out:
“According to financial market data compiled by Bloomberg, RBS ranked third as financier for alternative energy companies in 2006. In the period since the taxpayer bailout, RBS’ ranks a distant 19th!”
So far from being a leader in green energy, RBS are frankly way, way down there. Plus, their investment in renewables has got worse since they became majority owned by the state.
Of course, they just fed the little line to the press, and it got reprinted, even though there’s no truth in it. Another one like that was the great one that ‘RBS wanted to talk with the camp’s leaders, but we refused.’ Well, the first anyone heard about this offer was through the press, so we’re all a bit amazed that RBS already know the probably response.
That said, the time for talking is over. Activists from the First Nations in Canada, along with NGOs around the world, have spent years trying to convince to stop investing in the Tar Sands, as well as all other fossil fuels, even by turning up at RBS shareholders’ meetings here in Edinburgh. The Chairman responded: “…our investments in the Tar Sands are so minimal that I don’t even know what they are.” Wow. If I were a shareholder, I’d be worried about his inability to keep track of $18 billion.
The next lie is them taking credit for our lovely camp site, claiming that they showed us where to camp after we naughtily found our way onto their property. My recollection is closer to them calling security and the police, who decided not to enter the site when they saw how many people had managed to take the space without their knowing anything about what-so-ever. We’re stretching right across their land, and are setting up camp according to how we best see fit: in a way that’s most accomodating to our environment as well as ourselves.
On a final note, that evironment includes quite a few small frogs, which we’re taking care not to step on, and are returning to the clumps of trees where they belong.