I know it’s worthless to rant.
I know there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.

But I say,
We are angry.
[and so very sad.]
And so we should be. 
I sit helplessly watching this decrepit pipe gush oil in the waters of my homeland.

I watch from the coast of the Pacific Northwest and exclaim the beauty of these waters; the cold crisp blue into dark mysterious rock.

This dirty water, washing upon the very sand I dug my toes into as a child, now littered with black sludge…and there’s no end in sight.

I stand thankful for a new president and politics are not my forte — but may we not forgot the apathy of Katrina. When it happens somewhere else, it is out of sight and out of mind.
We need action. We need accountability. 

We can blow up a country, but instead, we’re slowly killing ours.

We need people working those two lousy robotic arms 24 hours a day until the job is done.
I understand the difficulty of the logistics, but my friends, we are much stronger than that. And as we’ve seen, we’re much more dangerous to ourselves than we’ve ever imagined.

The earth groans.
She cries for help and we’re stuck watching birds lose their wings and fisherman lose their nets. 
It hurts me because this is how many of my people make a living. And it’s not a glorious living. It’s fishing. It’s cigarettes and too much alcohol…but for the sake of humanity, it’s how they put food on the table.

I ask that we continue to not be silent - to cry and continue making others remember that there is this wound in our Gulf bleeding upon the shores of my Beloved Deep South. 
This is a fight involving everyone - not just the fisherman and residents of the Gulf, but for humanity. We speak louder than any government or president — so let us speak. 


let us speak.