"Cries From The Gulf" Video a Potent Reminder of Fallacy of 'Drill Baby Drill'

Thu, 2010-06-17 11:33Brendan DeMelle
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"Cries From The Gulf" Video a Potent Reminder of Fallacy of 'Drill Baby Drill'

The damage inflicted on the Gulf of Mexico from the BP blowout goes far beyond the ecological and economic impacts this catastrophe has wrought on the region.  As evidenced painfully well in the video below, residents of the Gulf states are suffering from the horrifying realization that their beaches could be closed indefinitely, their family businesses ruined by BP’s negligence, and their lives forever tainted with the memory of Sarah Palin’s ‘Drill Baby Drill’ chant ringing in their ears while their eyes bare witness to every reason why we must rapidly move beyond our addiction to dirty and dangerous oil. 

Written in the form of an open letter to the darling of tea partiers and dirty energy interests, Sarah Palin, “Cries From The Gulf” captures the raw heartbreak of the millions of Gulf Coast residents impacted by the Deepwater Horizon disaster.

Check out the video, “Cries From The Gulf,” by Gulf Coast native Lea Morris below. 

Here is the transcript of the open letter to Sarah Palin from “Cries From The Gulf.”

Cries From the Gulf
by K. Lea Morris

“Drill Baby Drill” Isn’t that what you said? I remember the chill that ran up my spine the first time I heard it. Then came the chanting. Louder…Louder…Frightening. I couldn’t imagine that anything more painful would ever fall on my ears. I was wrong.

Today I would give anything to hear your battle cry because your ear-splitting directive has been muffled to an inaudible hum by something far louder, far more painful to hear. Today the chants from your chorus of oil-hungry followers has been replaced a thousand times over by the cries and sobs of my neighbors in mourning. Sobbing. Weeping. Gasping for breath. The sounds of hearts breaking, of lives shattering. Deafening.

I was sitting in a hotel room on a business trip when I heard the first cry. A faint hint at what was to come. A passing news story, or so I thought. An explosion on an oil rig in the Gulf. 11 dead. How terrible. Those poor people. Their poor families.

In the days and weeks to follow the cries got louder and more desperate with each passing day, with each update, with each revelation, with each failed attempt at controlling the hemorrhaging. And today I sit weeping with my neighbors. Inconsolable.

We all see the stories and I can’t imagine anyone denying this to be a terrible tragedy, but let me tell you what it feels like. As a Gulf Coast native, it’s like standing in the street in front of your childhood home and helplessly watching it burn to the ground. All of your favorite memories diminished to ashes.

Only it’s not just my home that’s burning. It’s my family’s home, my friend’s homes. My co-workers and neighbors. It’s the homes of every person I ever went to school with, or went to church with, or stood behind in line at the grocery store, or sat next to at a traffic light on my way to work…or on my way to the beach.

All these people stand with me, hand-in-hand, stretched from our sugar-white shores of Florida, to the wildlife-rich marshes of Louisiana, and beyond. Our weeping has long-since drowned out your chanting. And you’re still chanting. Despite our pleading and praying, you are still chanting.

We are the ones you have referred to as “Extreme Greenies” in your self-righteous postings and sound bites. Well, forgive us for knowing a bad thing when we saw it. Forgive us for not believing you in 2008 when you condescendingly told Joe Biden that off-shore drilling was safe and “environmentally friendly.” Forgive us for getting a little angry when still today we hear you defend and promote the very thing that has stripped us of our homes, our livelihoods, our beautiful,
defenseless wildlife. Forgive us if we don’t enjoy watching Mother Earth being raped…and then spit on as she writhes in pain. Forgive us if we never want to see this happen again. Not in our backyard. Not in anyone’s backyard. Not even in yours.

Do you remember the sense of pride that came over you as the convention center roared with the voices of thousands chanting? Drill, Drill, Drill. Do you remember the smiles and the fists pumping? Drill, Drill, Drill. Do you remember the ringing in your ears and the chanting so loud you could feel it in your chest? I’m sure you remember it like it was yesterday. I know I do. My neighbors do too.

I remembered it when my niece sadly returned from the beach last week. I remembered your chant, because at 3 years old she knew that was her last trip to the beach before the oil hit. No 3-year-old should understand that. I remember it with every gust of wind that stings my nose. I remember it with every news story. Every picture of our dead and dying fish. Our suffocating pelicans. Every second of live footage from the Gulf floor of our Earth bleeding.

Don’t chant to me. Don’t chant to my neighbors. We’re busy trying to heal the brokenness inside of us. We’re busy starting over, cleaning up the mess and picking up the pieces. Don’t you dare chant to us.


Photo credit: Tami A. Heilmann-Department of Interior.

Previous Comments

An emotional plea for which Lea Morris is to be applauded.

The question is though, who will listen. I doubt if Sarah Palin will pay a blind bit of attention - if (Rep) Joe Barton’s response about the $20 Billion compensation fund is anything to go by where he apoligises to BP’s Tony Hayward - see the video here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gv0siXm2cpc
This is nothing short of disgraceful, but, it tells us all about how the money of the fossil fuel industries is possibly “the root of all evil” (apologies to all of Christianity for this mis-quote)

i agree with PatrickDJ. there is no sense on this matter.

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