I live on a beach on the west coast of Florida. I worked with a medical team in the aftermath of Hurricane Andrew. I nearly shit my pants when Katrina came rolling up into the GoM toward my island, then watched helplessly all night as she passed us by and approached New Orleans, the city of my birth, knowing full well the situation with the Levy System and the many oil rigs in her path.
Before this, I, like many, had read reports of the dying underwater basin off the Mississippi Delta due to the billions of tons of chemicals, carcinogens and heavy metals being pumped into the River over the last 100 years from Bimidji, Minnesota to the petrochemical refineries around New Orleans. Statistics have indicated since the 1960s that the communities living along the 130 miles of River between Baton Rouge and Grande Isle have the highest cancer rates in the US.
At this very moment, I am sitting aboard a 40 foot sailing yacht in a marina at Cedar Key, Florida in transit for delivery to its owner in St. Petersburg. I began this voyage a little more than a week ago at Fort Walton Beach, Florida in the Panhandle near the Alabama line. This is my second trip along this route since late July. I have read that the oil leak has been stopped, that the slick is no more, that the emergency is over, and it has all but disappeared from the media. There is a referendum on the Florida ballot slated for next November on whether or not we shall allow drilling off our coast. In July the polls showed 58% against this. A few days ago that number had dropped to 42%. The citizenry’s memory is short.
I am here to tell you that the emergency is far from over. Gunkholing along the coast from FWB to Appalachicola, I found formerly pristine estuaries thick with tar and no cleanup crews in sight. Rotting oil-covered carcasses of sea fowl and fish all along this part of the coast. 4 freshly dead loggerheads. Last month I found the same, plus I encountered a pod of about 15 sickly dolphins, swiming slowly on their sides in the apparent throws of death. I found no slick on this trip. I attribute, unscientifically, the deaths to the dispersants used in the management of the spill.
Earlier this month a scientist from NOAA admitted to a Congressional investigation committee that he had lied about the extent of the damage due to the spill and admitted that the damage was vast and will go on for years. The committe, which was supposed t be attended by a score of Congressmen, was attended only by its chairman ant the NOAA witness. The day before the committee met, the New York Times printed an article that downplayed drastically the damage to the spill and described the long term damage negligible.
This, I assure you, is not the case and this is not over by any means.