Over the ensuing two months in her regular column "The Rights Stuff" from the Gulf Coast she has published some of the very best, most incisive and most informative reporting about the oil catastrophe available. We noticed she was slowly working her way eastward and wondered if she might eventually arrive here.
Hypocrites, liars, polluters, pols, and shameless promoters beware! Mac McClelland is now on Pensacola Beach. Today, she published her first article from Northwest Florida: "Pensacola: Come On In, The Water's Oily!"
Here's a small taste:
Some of the tar mat is so thick that it's visible to the naked eye. Other traces of contamination are so subtle that they can only be seen with Kirby's ultraviolet light, which makes crude fluoresce an unnaturally bright orange.If you're a tourist or a local thinking of letting your kids swim in Pensacola Beach water anytime soon, do yourself a favor and read the whole thing.
We trek around Pensacola Beach with the oversize light, illuminating oil everywhere: on decks, driveways, boardwalks, handrails. Blobs of it, smears of it, perfect imprints of footprints glowing neon, far beyond the waves washing oil from the Deepwater Horizon leak ashore.
If you're the county health director, try to buy up all the copies of Mother Jones you can before your professional colleagues see what you've been ignoring.
If you're the "anonymous health department employee" who knows the only way Buck Lee is going to close Pensacola Beach "is if it's on fire" -- you deserve the Albert Schweitzer Award.