From Huffington Post
Grand Isle, Louisiana. When I returned to Cordova, Alaska, in December 2010 after my first six-month stint in the Gulf coast communities impacted by the BP oil disaster, fishermen greeted me wryly. “See you found your way home.”
Fishermen were interested in stories because even then, twenty-one years after the Exxon Valdez oil spill, there was still no sense of closure. Exxon never “made it right.” How could Exxon “make right” family lives shattered by divorce, suicide, or strange illnesses stemming from the “cleanup” work? Or the sense of betrayal by the Supreme Court to hold Exxon to its promise to “pay all reasonable claims”?
As fishermen listened to the Gulf stories, one asked, “Do they know how f—ed they are yet?” No, I explained, they’ve only lost one fishing season and they just now are filing claims for the first deadline. Continue reading