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I was there once, in a sweltering July when it rained every half hour and I felt as if I were drowning in the air. I have never had any desire to go back. Oh, sure, it's blistering hot in Arizona, but it really is a dry heat, and I'll take that dry heat over the sticky humidity of the Big Easy any day.
But we here in the desert southwest have something in common with y'all on the Gulf Coast. We know that water is absolutely essential to our way of life.
I spent the first 37 years of my life in the midwest, where water was pretty much taken for granted. Hot or cold, it came out of the tap whenever you wanted it. It arrived in the form of rain or snow on a fairly regular basis throughout the year, sometimes too much at once but rarely with devastating effect, and sometimes too little but again with little serious impact to our daily lives. We had lakes and rivers and creeks and streams, swamps and marshes and wetlands.
Then I moved to Arizona -- a choice made and never regretted -- and learned a new appreciation for this precious commodity.
That's why listening to Garland Robinette brought tears to my eyes. The people whose lives depend on the Gulf are not being heard. They don't count. No one gives a damn. What will it take to make the powers that did this and the other powers that don't seem to be doing very much about it -- what will it take to make them understand just how serious the devastation is?
Animals are dying. Dolphins, turtles, birds that we can see. We don't have any idea how many more are dying in the water, under the water. We do know that what we've seen so far is only the beginning. But we don't know when it will end, or how it will end.
Don't you care, Mr. Salazar? Don't you fucking care? What about you, Mr. Hayward? Do you give a rat's ass about the fishermen whose livelihood you have completely and totally destroyed? Do you lose a moment's sleep worrying about the restaurant owners, the waiters, the cooks and busboys who will all be out of work because the seafood they have made a living off of for fucking generations is now either dead or so poisoned that it's not fit for human consumption? Do you, Mr. Hayward? Or do you go back to your mansion, in whatever securely gated community you reside, and sip purified water from a petroleum-based plastic bottle and have not a care in the world because you're rich and you don't HAVE to care? And Mr. Obama. Do you think appointing a two man commission to study who was responsible for this catastrophe is enough to satisfy your obligation as the leader of this nation, this nation that includes New Orleans, Louisiana, Alabama, Florida, all the beaches, all the states, all the rivers, all the fish, all the birds? DO YOU CARE BEYOND MAKING A PRETTY SPEECH AND APPOINTING A COMMISSION? Or will you be like Pilate and wash your hands? Maybe it worked for him, but it didn't work for Lady MacBeth. I don't think this red sludge is gonna come off your hands any easier than blood off hers.
I don't like New Orleans, but it's a pretty safe bet there are New Orleanians who wouldn't like the desert southwest. That's all a matter of personal preference. What isn't a matter of personal preference is the absolutely crucial importance of water to the people, the economy, and the ecology of both environments. it's time somebody with more pull than I recognized that.
Tansy Gold, standing in solidarity with every Gulf Coaster.
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