Fish and Oil: Sorrow, Survival and Solidarity in Louisiana's Bayou
I spent last week in southern Louisiana, in a region I had never
My first impression was one of sadness; a long profound melancholy
seemed to reside in the landscape: the spires of drilling rigs, the
rising murky water, the stagnant sinking marshes, the faint mix of
saltwater and burning oil from the Gulf, the rusting pipelines and dead
wetland trees. Taken together, there was a sense that something
terrible had been occurring there for many years.