Drill
Offshore – For a Seafood Bonanza
by
Humberto Fontova
by Humberto Fontova
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Louisiana takes
many hits as "the northernmost banana republic." Yuppies and
Greenies constitute a rare, exotic and even comical species down
here to the immense benefit of America's energy needs. "Progressive"
and "enlightened" would not be terms Obama's Bay Area
supporters would use to describe the Bayou state's decision-makers
– especially those who made major decisions half a century ago.
Yet these rustics
and yahoos spurred more revolutionary "change" in the
production of (genuine) energy than any Obama supporter could imagine
with all his or her hallucinations about solar panels and windmills.
In energy production,
Louisiana has been well ahead of the learning curve for decades,
and offers ready proof regarding its much-hyped "perils."
The first offshore oil production platforms went up off the Louisiana
coast in 1947.
By 1953 Hollywood
(no less!) was already hailing the pioneering wildcatters who moved
major mountains technological, logistical, psychological,
cultural to tap and reap this source that today provides
a quarter of America's domestic petroleum, without causing a single
major oil spill in the process. This record stands despite dozens
of hurricanes including the two most destructive in North
American history, Camille
and Katrina – repeatedly battering the drilling and production structures,
along with the 20,000 miles of pipeline that transport the oil shoreward.
This is the most extensive offshore pipeline network in the world.
In the 1953
movie Thunder Bay, Jimmy Stewart plays the complicated protagonist,
Steve Martin, the hard-bitten, ex-navy oil engineer who built the
first offshore oil platform off Louisiana in 1947. "The brawling,
mauling story of the biggest bonanza of them all!" says the
Universal ad for the studio's first wide-screen movie.
Much of the
brawling by Stewart and his henchmen was against the local Cajuns
who fished and shrimped for a living. Their livelihood, it seemed
obvious at the time, would soon vanish amidst a hellbroth of irreversible
pollution. The movie covers a time period of barely one year yet
ends on a happy note of conciliation as the fishermen reaped a bonanza
almost as big as Jimmy's itself. The oil structures had kicked in
as artificial reefs and made possible a bigger haul of seafood than
anything in these fishermen's lifetimes.
Half a century
later, with 3203 of the 3,729 offshore oil platforms in the Gulf
of Mexico studding her coastal waters, Louisiana provides almost
a third of North America's commercial fisheries. A study by LSU's
sea grant college shows that 85 percent of Louisiana's offshore
fishing trips involve fishing around these structures. The same
study found 50 times more marine life around an oil production platform
than in the surrounding mud bottoms. That this proliferation of
seafood might come because rather than in spite of the oil production
rattled many environmental cages and provoked a legion of scoffers.
Amongst the
scoffers were some The Travel Channel producers, fashionably greenish
in their views. But they read these claims in a book titled The
Helldiver's Rodeo. The book described an undersea panorama
that (if true) could make an interesting show for the network, they
concluded, while still scoffing.
They scoffed
as we rode in from the airport. They scoffed over raw oysters, grilled
redfish and seafood gumbo that night. More scoffing through the
Hurricanes at Pat O'Brien's. They scoffed even while suiting up
in dive gear and checking the cameras as we tied up to an oil platform
20 miles in the Gulf.
But they came
out of the water bug-eyed and indeed produced and broadcast a program
showcasing a panorama that turned on its head every environmental
superstition against
offshore oil drilling. Huge amberjack lunged powerfully when speared.
They writhed violently as the diver wrestled them to the surface.
Schools of fish filled the water column from top to bottom – from
6-inch blennies to 12-foot sharks. Fish by the thousands. Fish by
the ton.
The
cameras were going crazy. Do I focus on the shoals of barracuda?
Or that cloud of jacks? On the immense schools of snapper below,
or on the fleet of tarpon above? How 'bout this – WHOOOAA – hammerhead!
We had some
close-ups, too, of coral and sponges, the very things disappearing
off Florida's (that bans offshore oil drilling) pampered reefs.
Off Louisiana, they sprout in colorful profusion from the huge steel
beams – acres of them. You'd never guess this was part of that unsightly
structure above.
The panorama
of marine life around an offshore oil platform staggers anyone who
puts on goggles and takes a peek, even (especially!) the most worldly
scuba divers. Here's a
video peek at this seafood bonanza.
June
17, 2008
Humberto
Fontova [send him mail]
is the author of Exposing
the Real Che Guevara and the Useful Idiots Who Idolize Him.
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