I grew up on James Island. Its scenery is as much a part of my mental well-being as my family and friends.

Words cannot express the heartache and despair I feel now when I drive down Harbor View, Fort Johnson and countless other roads and see the horrific chainsaw attacks our trees have endured.

I see trees hacked into awful, senseless V shapes with their insides ripped out or lopped completely off on one side so that a strong wind could send them crashing down.

We recently returned from spending a week in New Orleans, whose Garden District reminded me of our South of Broad district on steroids. I made it a point to see how they handled the co-mingling of power lines and trees.

Nowhere did I see the shameful barbarism that I have witnessed here in Charleston. Trees were cut, yes, but in a manner that followed their shape and not in some drastic V-shape either.

If large, integral limbs were involved, the lines were wrapped in an insulating cushion, rather than the tree limbs horribly severed.

I do not understand how an area that prides itself on its natural resources and beauty can allow such devastation to occur.

Presently Harbor View Road is being “upgraded” with storm drains and sidewalks put in along its length.

Are the power lines being buried? No.

When will this insanity end?

After Hurricane Hugo, as my husband and I drove down I-26 and saw tree after tree on the ground and arrived home to find our it sitting amongst snapped and broken trees, I realized that my children would not get to enjoy the wonderfully green, idyllic area that was once James Island.

I took solace in the fact that eventually the oaks would recover and other trees would replace the countless lost pines. That dream has been totally dashed. There is no way these butchered life forms will ever recover even in my children’s lifetimes.

Karen Buerkle

Clark Sound Circle