Lessons from the Oil SpillPosted by Stephen Wells, ALDF's Executive Director on May 17, 2010
I spent part of the summer of 1989 in one of the most pristine and beautiful wild places left in the world, Alaska’s Prince William Sound. But I was not there to enjoy its stunning natural grandeur. I was there to clean up oil – the toxic mess left by the infamous Exxon Valdez spill.
The painful memories of that life-changing experience have been resurrected by the tragedy unfolding in the Gulf of Mexico. I remember occasionally looking beyond the stench of crude oil and the decaying bodies of the spill’s animal victims, and being treated to glimpses of some of the most achingly beautiful country I had ever seen. While at my feet, all over me in fact, was the poison that has become the lifeblood of our modern world.
We would learn, later, that the army of cleanup workers I was a part of did little good and no small amount of harm in Prince William Sound. It was a bitter irony that the hot water hoses and pressure washers we used to remove oil killed the very micro-organisms that, over time, break down crude oil. It is these tiny animals upon which the real cleanup of an oil spill ultimately depends.
Unfortunately, as we are now learning, while our ability to find and drill for oil in ever more remote and fragile areas has increased dramatically since 1989, our ability to deal with the tragic and predictable consequence of massive spills has changed little.
The consequences of the Exxon Valdez spill are not over for Prince William Sound or its wildlife. The estimated 400,000 birds, untold numbers of fish, 5,000 sea otters and other animals killed in the immediate aftermath of the spill were just the beginning. 21 years later, tens of thousands of gallons of oil linger just below the rocks of many beaches, oil that is, surprisingly, still as toxic as the day it was spilled. Many species hardest hit by the oil have yet to recover.
For the moment, the consequences for the Gulf of Mexico remain to be seen. As I write this, the estimated volume of the spill has been increased from 5000 barrels per day to four or five times that amount. Nobody knows when the leak will be stopped. It now appears that much of the oil is sinking below the surface, making it less visible – but no less deadly. And while the beleaguered and fragile shoreline marshes of the Gulf have, thus far, been spared, nobody knows what the effects of so much oil might be to life beneath the surface, upon which all other life in the Gulf depends.
My experience in Prince William Sound changed me profoundly. The connections between our way of life and its consequences were easy to make there. I have spent the rest of my life working to protect animals and the environment. As the tragedy in the Gulf unfolds, I cling to the hope that a new generation will be similarly affected and that there will be a silver lining of renewed calls for alternatives to fossil fuels and restrictions on drilling, perhaps even changes to the root cause: our wasteful overuse of energy.
Meanwhile, I am forced to remember the sights, sounds and lessons of a spill 21 years ago. But mostly I remember the heartbreak.