Three Hydro-Electric Commission workers stand in front of the 
Lea Tree - estimated between 2,000 & 4,000 years old - that they 
chainsawed and drilled-and-filled as a reprisal against Franklin Dam 
protesters, South-West Tasmania, 1983.
The vandalism of the Lea Tree - an ancient
 Huon Pine (
Dacrydium Franklinii) - is detailed in this 
chapter from the Australian Institute of Criminology. The key paragraphs, though, are as follows:
[After
 the High Court handed down its decision that the construction of the 
Franklin Dam would not proceed] officials were still concerned that the 
rainforest area at Warner's Landing might be vandalised in protest 
against the High Court decision.
These concerns proved to be well 
founded. Near Warner's Landing stood a Huon Pine tree some 9 feet in 
diameter. It was a sufficiently prominent landmark to have acquired a 
name - the Lea Tree. Three men, all over six feet tall, found that they 
were unable to link arms around the trunk. The tree was so old that it 
had been left by the convict cutters of the 1820s as of no use for boat 
building. Given its size, it was quite likely more than 2,000 years old. 
On
 the night of 5 July, 1983, the tree was chainsawed, holes were drilled 
in it, oil was poured in the holes, and the tree was set alight. The 
fire continued for at least twenty-four hours.
Whilst it has been 
suggested by some that the tree was burned by conservationists to 
attract publicity, a more plausible explanation is that the tree was 
vandalised by pro-dam interests as an act of reprisal.
Allegations
 that HEC personnel were responsible for the incident are supported by 
photographs of HEC workers holding placards bearing various 
anti-conservationist messages in front of the charred tree. One 
photograph shows three workers posed next to the smouldering trunk, on 
which the words '[Expletive] You Green [Expletive]' were painted.
When
 I initially read that chapter, I could not find that photo anywhere 
online. Today I stopped by Readings however and found that it had been 
published in Alex Hungerford's "UpRiver - Untold Stories of the Franklin
 River Activists".
Seeing the picture really brings a
 whole new level of uneasiness to the story itself. Reading the tale 
without the image allows it to somehow remain something of an 
abstraction. There was a tree; some men; the assumed smell of diesel and
 noise; but all faceless though.
With the image, 
though, there are no longer abstractions. The embers of the tree glow in
 the background. What you assumed the expletives to be are laid out 
bare. They look like my father's friends, they have the faces of people I
 know. The lit cigarette. The stubby of beer. Hell, 
I own helmets with earmuffs like that. There's that line in that song by Okkervil River, ya know:
Now, with all these cameras focused on my face
You'd think they could see it through my skin
They're looking for evil, thinking they can trace it, but
Evil don't look like anything.
30 years ago in a little over a month.