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This Is Your Society on Oil

I know why BP is lying to us. But why are we lying to ourselves?

This oil spill has become a blot — not just a slick, deadly blot in our ocean, but a black spot on our vision so that we can no longer see the future, or the past, or even the present clearly. And it isn’t just the spill we can’t see, but oil itself.

BP, of course, is counting on this blindness. We can watch the oil blasting out of the broken pipe. But if we don’t measure it, if we drop dispersants on it so it hides out of sight, they know we will forget it, even as it is happening. We will question whether the dead dolphins and turtles that washed up on shore might be entirely unrelated, since they were not (yet!) obviously suffocated by oil. We will forget that the oil is already in the water, as the Governor of Florida did when, on May 12th, three weeks after the rig exploded, he called for a marketing campaign to tout Florida’s clean beaches. BP knows that it doesn’t matter that the chemicals they are dumping into the oil are full of cancer-causing compounds and neurotoxins that might kill 25% of all organisms in their path, not to mention move up the food chain, because we will forget, or not make the connection, even if we are all growing two heads 20 years from now. They have seen from the Exxon Valdez spill that they can spend nearly two decades fighting against paying the tab and win.

The future is on their side, because the future is too overwhelming for us to think about.

Then there is the past. Who cares? Looking back is merely whining and Sunday morning quarterbacking. Plus, it’s boring. We don’t really want to have to sift through and assign blame to all the deregulation and grossly mismanaged oversight by previous administrations that allowed this to happen in the first place. Even that sentence is exhausting to read. The problem is now. The Obama administration is now. We want the spill stopped, and they are the people who are responsible, even if this just dropped in their laps and they don’t have a clue how to do it. We want it to go away. We want it to have no effect, to never have happened; we want the oil that is continuing to impregnate our ocean after more than 50 days to never touch our white beaches, and if Barack “Whose ass do I kick?” Obama can’t do that, we will blame him for everything he has done, and everything he hasn’t done, both at the same time.

The problem with being blind to the past and the future is that the present is also too overwhelming, and too confusing, for us to see.

Consider Mississippi Governor Haley Barbour who blames the national press for scaring away the tourists who should understand, like he does, that the tar balls on the beaches “are no big deal.” What about Louisiana Governor Bobby Jindal’s protest against a moratorium on new permits and the suspension of already approved drilling projects because of a “potential” loss of up to 10,000 jobs? Just this morning, Louisiana Senator Mary Landrieu echoed that protest on the grounds that deepwater oil rigs “employ, directly, hundreds of people and indirectly thousands.” These are the voices of local representatives for the people whose beaches are being covered in oil “like chocolate,” “like pancake mix,” where all the fisherman are beached, communities are suffering, an ecosystem that exists nowhere else on earth is effectively dead. Yes, lost jobs are terrible, especially in this economy, especially for these communities. But in what formulation of “now” does it make sense to blame Obama for hurting people (whose lives are now being ruined by an oil spill) by trying to ensure some protection against future spills?

It’s like we are sitting in a car, driving down a road and we can see a brick wall in front of us. We are going to hit the wall. But this is the only car we have. This is the only road there is. We can’t think about stopping the car, about walking, about making a new road. This is our car, this is our road, this is the wall. And so we crash.

Why can’t we envision a life without oil? Why is oil such a given in our system, so much a part of our narrative, our identity, our way of understanding the world, that we can’t imagine letting go of it?

Oil, as energy, is a newcomer to the history of man. We only drilled our first oil well about 150 years ago. Electricity, cars, followed. A juggernaut to be sure; a systematic change in our way of life. But not an essential part of our being.

In fact, in that last 150 years, we have welcomed many new technologies into our daily lives – airplanes, television, telephones, computers, faxes, and personal electronics of all kinds – and we have also seen many become obsolete. My 12 year old has never seen a rotary phone except in a museum; his is the generation for whom “phone” is the thing in your pocket that also plays music, locates you through a satellite, and shoots video. He has never played a record, watched an eight-track, used a floppy disk, or typed on a typewriter. Televisions must now be HD, or have a converter box to function; there is a lively argument about whether, and for how long, printed books will continue to exist.

We live in an age where we are tumbling over ourselves in the quest for bigger and better and new. While there are many early adopters, many more of us have gotten so used to the breathtaking pace of technological advancement that we wait for the next generation, or the competition’s answer, before deciding what to buy. Everything becomes obsolete so fast.

Why not oil?

Why do we think instead:
This is how we do it.
This is how the world is.
This is how we’ve always done it.
There are no other jobs. There is no other solution. This is the only way.

No, no, no, and no.

But still we are stuck in our black blot, seeing neither past, present or future, suffocating, as surely as the pelicans are, in oil.

Why do we believe this is how it must be?

Also posted on The Huffington Post.

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Posted: June 17th, 2010
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Happy Your Day

Thinking about Valentine’s Day and Presidents’ Day. Our best Presidents, the ones we really need, are pathmakers. Writers are also pathmakers. Someone (okay, an incredible writer and a witch) once told me that I was a pathmaker, that it was my job to walk into the dark forest and make a path so others could follow, and so others could make their own paths off of mine. I loved this image – who wouldn’t? – and when I shared it with another incredible writer friend, she looked at me kindly and said, “of course.” As in, of course, you silly child, we (writers, artists, lovers, creative thinkers) are ALL pathmakers, how could it be that you are only now understanding this about your forty-something year old self?”

So I am writing today to celebrate President’s Day. I am going to clear the path all the way through Chapter Two of my new book. I am doing it at the temporary expense of the two manuscripts on my desk that I have to read, and in doing that – putting myself above others! – and I am also celebrating Valentine’s Day. For how can I give love without understanding how to love myself? How can I offer myself in service unless I have nurtured the strength I need to serve? For me, that means feeding that thing I do best, that makes me whole: my writing.

Hey Obama, Happy “Your” Day. What a beautiful morning to pick up your sword or scythe or shining heart or Buddha nature and start clearing that path to health and peace so the rest of us can follow.

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Posted: February 15th, 2010
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Where the Love Is

Last night in the Rizzuto household: two boys age 13 and 11 wandering around in the kitchen, suddenly hear strains of a new song on the radio in the back room. They run in, yelling, “I love this song!” “This is a great song!” “I know all the words!” They then proceed to dance around, singing:

“And to discriminate only generates hate
And if you hatin you’re bound to get irate
Yeah madness is what you demonstrate
And that’s exactly how anger works and operates
You gotta have love just to set it straight
Take control of your mind and meditate
Let your soul gravitate to the love y’all”
(Where Is The Love?, Black Eyed Peas)

Of course, then they began smashing into each other, and wrestling, and ending up in a happy heap on the floor because they are boys after all.

Thank you, Black Eyed Peas for lyrics that are much more inspiring and apparently as catchy as “lovely lady lumps.”
And thank you, New York City for another anecdote from the lives of these boys: Last year, my sons were really engaged in the presidential election, staying up late to watch the debates, following the issues and considering what was important to them in the platforms. They were, and still are, big Obama fans. When I asked them if it was important to him that he was African American, they said, “Yes.” (Hey, they are also multiracial with Hawaiian roots and are big shave ice fans, so I wasn’t sure.) When I asked why, they said, “Because we need an African American president.” When I asked, what portion of the United States do you think is black?” they said: “Fifty percent.” I said, “What portion do you think is Hispanic?” and they said, “Twenty-five percent.” Which leaves less than a quarter of the country to the Caucasians. J This is, of course, the mix of kids in their very good Brooklyn public schools.

I like this part of this world we are living in. Let your soul gravitate to the love.

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Posted: February 11th, 2010
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