I am a native Floridian, and I absolutely love this area and Pensacola Beach. As a child, my family spent the summers on East Bay. I have crabbed, fished and enjoyed these waters since childhood.
My heart is breaking over what is happening with the Gulf oil spill, and I am trying to make some sense of it. But I can’t.
If it was an accident, maybe I could understand it, but it wasn’t. It was because of greed that our Gulf is dying.
As I sat by the shore last week, I thought to myself, “BP really doesn’t get it.” They have no clue.
We cherish this place so much that we marry those we love on our beaches. We baptize our children in these waters, entrust the ashes of our love ones, and we laugh, cry and pray together. This is not just a body of water. This is sacred ground to us!
Last week, I wanted to do something so I carried a homemade sign in protest of what has happened. I sat in my beach chair and bothered no one. Several people walked past and took a picture and spoke of their love of the water and wildlife, too. Suddenly, several law enforcement officers were coming down the walkway. People around me got out their cameras, and the officers turned and walked away. A police helicopter flew over us three times, and I felt like I was in BP of America instead of the United States of America.
It was raining last week and my granddaughter said, “You know, the angels are crying. They are crying because of what (BP has) done to the ocean.”
I teared up and said, “Yes, I know, and your Grammy is crying with them.”
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Delores (Dee) Pittman
http://www.gulfbreezenews.com/news/2010-06-17/Opinion/Loss_of_sacred_ground_prompts_tears.htmlEyes getting a bit misty here too.