The Oil Slick
Sometimes personal circumstances accentuate global events, magnifying emotional impact. Just yesterday a younger and dear relative unexpectedly died.
At the time I was having a foot operation. The operation was non-critical, but it required me being “put under”. The doctor emphasized that the main risk I faced was from the anesthesia. I had to sign a form releasing the hospital of any financial risk of me not resurfacing post-op.
Looking out from my pre-op room the sun was just beginning to rise and it was deep scarlet as in, “Red Sky at Morning, Sailor Take Warning.” Outside the Duluth Harbor was anchored a “Laker” much like the Edmund Fitzgerald. It lay motionless as Superior was treating us to a red mirrored reflection. There was not a ripple on the surface.
43 years ago I was a co-pilot in a rescue helicopter searching for the Edmund Fitzgerald. Gitche Gumi had only hours earlier, swallowed the pride of the American Side in a ferocious storm. At sunrise, Superior was mirror flat. Mother Nature, satiated with her prey, had proven once again her might. She lazily digested 29 mariners.
Twenty-nine dead men. We mourned the decision of the Captain. Meteorologists had issued dire warnings and the warnings were ignored.
We found the Oil Slick. That all that was left. We checked our sectional maps. I blurted out, “If they had made thirteen more miles, they would have made Whitefish Bay.”
Last week I read an editorial that encourages us to build new oil and gas pipelines. Of course, if we build new pipelines, we will burn more oil. If we burn more oil, we add more carbon dioxide to the atmosphere. Mother Nature does not need more carbon steroids to prove to us her might. Building any new carbon-based energy infrastructure today is genercidal. If we conveniently ignore the warnings of the scientists, we doom the next generation.
The beauty of our climate crisis is that it not only challenges us to use reason and logic, but if forces us to search our souls to see what we are made of. Like the Captain of the Edmund Fitzgerald, we can make short sighted decisions to appease our lust for riches and convenience.
Or, do our souls have loftier ambitions for us and our generations to come?
We have been given the most life-giving planet in the universe. We also know that the gift of life is not one to be taken for granted. Convenience invites ignorance. Ignorance can and does kill.
My fear is that one day a young alien co-pilot and his crew from another planet will survey earth for life. They will look down at a storm riven planet. They will not see our blue green verdant globe but the oil slick that marks our grave.
Then an alien crewmember will blurt out, “If they had listened to their scientists, they could have made it.”
This is all avoidable. We just have to search our souls.
*The Fourth National Climate Assessment just out:
https://science2017.globalchange.gov/
*The New Yorker Magazine: “How Extreme Weather is shrinking the Planet.”
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