Gulf Coast local Lamar Billups writes a poignant guest blog, via our US office:
First I would like to thank Greenpeace for allowing me the honor of writing a blog for the one-year anniversary of the BP oil disaster. You are the best, and, on behalf of the millions of people on the gulf, we thank you for the research and help you gave after us this spill.
I remember the first time I smelled the oil: I was at my son’s
baseball game. Part way into the game everyone began to smell something
like burning tires.
The air got very heavy and I could feel it
on my skin and taste it in my mouth. That was the first night my son
woke me up saying he couldn’t breathe. Every night after that was the
same, whether we could smell the oil or not.
We later found out
that the first time we smelled the oil was the also the first time they had the
burns out on the water. My son woke me up every night needing to use
his inhaler. He has been an asthmatic since he was small, but not in
years had he been that bad.
I made the difficult decision to
send my son to boarding school. I knew his respiratory health would only
get worse as more and more oil washed ashore. We both suffered
respiratory symptoms as the burns continued and my decision to send my
son away became more and more of a good thing.
My family lived on
the beach in Pass Christian, MS for most of my life. We all enjoyed
swimming and fishing in the gulf and enjoying sunsets on the beach. I
have lived from New Orleans to Pensacola in my adult years. This is my
home.
I don’t want to live anywhere else. My sister, Jo Billups,
and I have been long time environmental activists. Jo is part of a
singing duo called Sassafrass. She and her musical partner, Karen
Harvill have been spreading the word through original music for many
years and have been my go-to ladies for all things concerning the
environment. We knew this was huge and spent a great deal of time
wondering what we could do about it.
While Jo and Karen sang
across the gulf, I partnered with an amazing group called Project Gulf
Impact. They came to the gulf last spring to make a quick documentary, but
have been so taken by the culture and the people here that they stayed the
year.
Project Gulf Impact had wanted to tour the East Coast colleges to speak
about the spill and the media black out as well as the health impacts of
the oil and dispersants. When Cherri Foytlin approached them about
doing a walk to Washington, they all got very excited. It took me a
while to warm to the idea and I changed my mind several times before I
committed.
My primary reason for joining this walk was to show my
son that it is possible make a stand without causing controversy. I
also felt it would be better to do something rather then sit home with
my head in my hands. I also thought it would be a great opportunity to
speak to people about the spill.
My anger and resentment at the
loss we have faced really needed an outlet. I have been astonished at
the news stations for their under reporting, as well as the media
campaigns to get people back to the gulf and eat the seafood. The lies
that have been told could stretch as far as we have walked!
On
March 13 we began our journey to Washington. My son was eager to join us
when he could and was a welcome and helpful addition. After thirty-one
days we made it. Mission accomplished: we arrived in DC!
One
of the best parts of the walk was getting the opportunity to educate
many folks along the way. Without exception, every person we met had no
knowledge that oil was still an issue and no one had ever heard of the
chemical dispersant, Corexit. Now they know.
I feel in some
small way that we made a difference and it was worth the physical,
mental and emotional challenge. Neither tornados, flat tires nor gas
leaks could slow us down… at least not for long!
Today is the
anniversary. I feel deeply sorry for the families that lost loved ones
on the Deepwater Horizon Rig. I grieve for the loss of the marine life. I
grieve for the loss of my home. It hits me in waves as I realize I will
not be able to go home.
The aftermath of Hurricane Katrina was
not half so bad. We knew we could clean up and after a while life would
return to normal. According to the best scientists, my home will not
recover in my lifetime - a very sad thought indeed.
The best I can
hope for, at this point, is to make things better for future generations and
hope that the rest of the world can learn from this disaster. In the
meantime, I will continue to be a voice for my beloved gulf home.
Lamar Billups is a life long resident of the Gulf Coast and member of Project Gulf Impact.