Seen at Publix in Gulf Breeze. Also saw one that said “BP Sucks” when I was driving yesterday, but for safety reasons, I didn’t take a photo.
Seen at Publix in Gulf Breeze. Also saw one that said “BP Sucks” when I was driving yesterday, but for safety reasons, I didn’t take a photo.
I am sitting in Starbucks on Highway 98 in Gulf Breeze watching bumper-to-bumper traffic heading toward Pensacola Beach for the annual Blue Angels air show. [I’m here instead of at the show because I am putting some finishing touches on my dissertation and now allowing myself to do anything else until that is done. Hence, the lack of posts and real reporting on this blog. I’m making an exception for a quick post here.]
Since returning home, I have noticed that the chief concern here seems to be the affect of the oil spill on local businesses. This is supposed to be the peak of tourist season and tourism is one of the area’s two main economic pillars. My conflict comes from the fact that the health implications of the oil spill remain to be seen. So how do we encourage people to visit and support the economy when doing so might place them at risk?
I am happy to see so many people heading to the beach for the air show. During the show, people are not allowed in the water, anyway, so my reservations about people swimming are not an issue. The main viewing area for the show is Casino Beach, which is the most visited section of Pensacola Beach and the first place that gets cleaned when oil washes up. Since the oil has been blown westward for the past week, that section of sand is clean and ready for visitors.
So this is a good weekend… but what about the rest of the summer? For one, I think we need to focus more attention on what there is to do on the beach and in Pensacola that is not affected by the oil spill. First, there are plenty of swimmable bodies of water around here that are not risky. Santa Rosa Sound, on the opposite side of Pensacola Beach, is one. Boating is still fine. Going tubing and canoeing in the rivers in the north part of the county is fine. Going out to the beach to enjoy the local entertainment, restaurants and bars is fine. And often, visiting Casino Beach to enjoy the sun and sand, is safe. I stop at suggesting that getting in the water of the Gulf is safe. I simply don’t believe it is.
What we need to focus more energy on, however, is forcing BP to make this situation right. No business should go bankrupt because of this. No beach should be left dirty for long enough to present an image to the world that we are closed for business completely. We need MORE clean-up crews out there and we need faster compensation from BP. They are simply not doing enough and our government is not holding their feet to the fire.
Gregg Hall, a Pensacola native and Pensacola Beach resident, has been doing videos on the beach to document and show the impact of the oil spill. This one is particularly good at illustrating what I wrote about Saturday - with every wave and every tide, sand is deposited on top of the oil, making the beaches appear to be cleaner than they really are. Having these layers of sand and oil make the cleanup much more difficult and it does not appear that BP is doing more than scraping the top layer off each day.
Find more of Gregg’s videos at http://www.youtube.com/user/pcolagregg
To provide some context to posts, I created a quick and dirty Google map of the area with some points of reference. I’ll tweak and refine it to be more useful in the coming days and weeks and also link photos and video to it as I gather them.
Oil dominates conversations in the Pensacola area - at least the conversations I have had since arriving home Thursday evening. I can see oil fatigue setting in, which concerns me on several levels. For one, I fear we will become accustomed to this way of life and lose the energy to fuel the outrage necessary to clean up and hold BP responsible. I fear defeat. At the same time, I know that we can’t stop everything else to become obsessed with the oil spill. That’s not healthy or productive. People have lives to continue.
I drove out to Pensacola Beach yesterday and spent only about 10 minutes looking around and gathering some first impressions and photos. I saw the offending oil, but didn’t notice a smell. Still, when I left, my sinuses and throat were burning a bit and I had a dull headache for the rest of the day. It could be oil fumes, it could be the heat, or it could be my imagination.

A few initial thoughts:


A clean section of sand, followed by that same spot after digging a few inches to reveal tarballs underneath.
Oil Impact Notices went up on Pensacola Beach, advising visitors to avoid oil and stay away completely if they are in high-risk groups.


Casino Beach and its parking lot at 3pm on Friday, July 2.
At this point, I have more questions than answers, but these are a few of the topics I want to gather more information about while I’m here. I plan to post more about them in the coming days and weeks.
DeLuna Fest, a two-day concert festival, will take place on Pensacola Beach, October 15 & 16. Screw the oil, have a good time.
The line-up was announced Friday and includes Stone Temple Pilots, 311, 30 Seconds to Mars, Michael Franti & Spearhead, Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros, The Bravery, Rebelution, Better Than Ezra, Cowboy Mouth, Neon Trees, Matt Kennon, Blackberry Smoke, The Benjy Davis Project, Pico Vs Island Trees, and The Gills.
Disclosure: One of the organizers of the festival is a friend of mine from high school. This is not a paid advertisement. Given that my readership is currently about 5 people, why would they pay me?
More photos taken by Amanda Myers, 6/24/10, on the west side of the fishing pier at Casino Beach. At first glance, I didn’t see oil in the picture of water, but Amanda pointed out that the water sparkles differently. She’s right - it is much more like satin in this photo. Normally, it would not be that smooth.
Photos by Amanda Myers, taken at Pensacola Beach on June 23, 2010. Amanda is a childhood friend of mine from Gulf Breeze who now lives in Nashville. She was visiting her family the day the oil washed up in a big way.
She posted these photos on Facebook and wrote, “Our poor beach. My poor home town. After seeing the oil wash up today, I don’t think it will ever be the same. I’ve taken for granted the beauty that I’ve been blessed to grow up with. The squeak of the white sand never be quite the same. Maybe one day we’ll be able to call it “character”, but right now, it just feels tragic. Seeing the pools of oil in the sand, the blobs of red oil making their way up to the beach and the sheen less than a mile off shore… it just hurts my heart…”
Facebook was interesting yesterday. So many of my friends from Pensacola, including many who now live elsewhere and are watching this happen online, posted statuses and articles about the pools of sludge that washed up. I’ve never seen the words “heart” and “break” used in so many ways on Facebook.
This is the best article I’ve seen about the oil washing up on Pensacola Beach yesterday. The writer did a good job of portraying the grief that we feel to see our beaches soiled in this way.
Next Wednesday, June 30, I will go to Florida for a month. I had planned this trip before the oil spill. I’m transitioning from graduate school in North Carolina to a job in Illinois, but I don’t start work until August 16. I had planned to spend the month of July visiting family and friends in Pensacola, prepping the courses I’ll teach in the upcoming semester, and spending a fair amount of time lazing on the beach reading very non-academic books.
Then the oil spilled. Gushed. Spewed. And continues.
My new plan still involved the first two items - visit and prep classes - but I switched the lazing on the beach idea to a hope that I could volunteer to help clean up. The situation on the Gulf Coast is worse than I imagined, but not just in regards to the actual oil — Volunteers are not being used in the clean-up efforts.
When I go to Pensacola next week, I will volunteer if I can. What I have found myself doing more and more since the spill began, however, is sitting on Twitter venting my anger and grief while scouring for information. In truth, there’s not much I can do to help this situation, but I need to feel like I’m doing something.
The one thing I can do is help tell the story of what is happening on the Gulf Coast. So, while I’m home, I plan to take pictures and video and talk to people. I’ll post what I collect on this site.
I suppose you can call this personal journalism because I make no claims of objectivity in this project. It would be impossible to be objective about this story. This is my home. I am inextricably connected to everything there and I will undoubtedly interject my opinions periodically. I must also warn you that I’m flying without an editor. Typos and mistakes will happen. I’ll do my best to correct them quickly.
I invite anyone who ends up on this site to clue me in to any information you have or comment on what I post.