http://www.gregpalast.com/stick-your-damn-hand-in-it-20th-birthday-of-the-exxon-valdez-lie/
March 23, 2009For SuicideGirls.com
"Gail, Please! Stick your hand in it!"The petite Eskimo-Chugach woman gave me that you-dumb-ass-white-boy look.
"Gail, Gail. STICK YOUR GOODDAMN HAND IN IT!"
She stuck it in, under the gravel of the beach at Sleepy Bay, her village's fishing ground.Gail's hand came up dripping with black,
sickening goo. It could make you vomit. Oil from the Exxon Valdez.

Native dancers, Nanwalek, Prince William Sound, Alaska, center of spill damage.
It was already two years after the spill and Exxon had crowed that
Mother Nature had happily cleaned up their stinking oil mess for them.
It was a lie. But the media wouldn't question the bald-faced bullshit.
And who the hell was going to investigate Exxon's claim way out in some
godforsaken Native village in the Prince William Sound?
So I convinced the Natives to fly the lazy-ass reporters out to
Sleepy Bay on rented float planes to see the oil that Exxon said wasn't
there.
The reporters looked, but didn't see it, because it was three inches
under their feet, under the shingle rock of the icy beach. Gail pulled
out her hand and now the whole place smelled like a gas station. The
network crews wanted to puke. And now, with their eyes open, they saw
the oil, the vile feces-colored smear across the glaciated ridge faces,
the poisonous "bathtub ring" that ran for miles and miles at the high
tide level.
And it's still there. Less for sure. But twenty years later. IT'S
STILL THERE, GODDAMNIT. And I want YOU, dear reader, to stick your hand
in it. I want YOU, President Obama, to stick your hand in it before you
blithely fulfill your Palin-esque campaign promise for a little more
offshore drilling.
***
Tuesday marks the 20th Anniversary of the Exxon Valdez grounding and
the smearing of 1,200 miles of Alaska's coastline with its oil.
Oil still being cleaned up seven years after the spillIt also marks the 20th Anniversary of a lie. Lots of lies:
catalogued in a four-volume investigation of the disaster; four volumes
you'll never see. I wrote that report, with my team of investigators
working with the Natives preparing fraud and racketeering charges
against Exxon. You'll never see the report because Exxon lawyers
threatened the Natives, "Mention the f-word [fraud] and you'll never
get a dime" of compensation to clean up the villages. The Natives
agreed to drop the fraud charge -- and Exxon stiffed them on the money.
You're surprised, right?
***
Doubtless, for the 20th Anniversary of the Great Spill, the media
will schlep out that old story that the tanker ran aground because its
captain was drunk at the wheel. Bullshit.
Yes, the captain was "three sheets to the wind" -- but sleeping it
off below-decks. The ship was in the hands of the third mate who was
driving blind. That is, the Exxon Valdez' Raycas radar system was
turned off; turned off because it was busted and had been busted since
its maiden voyage. Exxon didn't want to spend the cash to fix it. So
the man at the helm, electronically blindfolded, drove it up onto the
reef.
So why the story of the drunken skipper? Because it lets Exxon off
the hook: Calling it a case of "drunk driving" turns the disaster into
a case of human error, not corporate penny-pinching greed.

Investigator Palast flies over Exxon Valdez spill site.
Indeed, the "human error" tale was the hook used by the Bush-stacked
Supreme Court to slash the punitive damages awarded against Exxon by
90%, from $5 billion, to half a billion for 30,000 Natives and
fishermen. Chief Justice John Roberts erased almost all of the payment
due with the la-dee-dah comment,
"What more can a corporation do?"Well, here's what they could have done: Besides fix the radar, Exxon
could have set out equipment to contain the spill. Containing a spill
is actually quite simple. Stick a rubber skirt around the oil slick and
suck it back up. The law requires it and Exxon promised it.
So, when the tanker hit, where was the rubber skirt and where was
the sucker? Answer: The rubber skirt, called "boom" -- was a fiction.
Exxon promised to have it sitting right there near the Native village
at Bligh Reef. The oil company fulfilled that promised the cheap way:
they lied.
And the lie was engineered at the very top. After the spill, we got
our hands on a series of memos describing a secret meeting of chief
executives of Exxon and its oil company partners, including ARCO, a
unit of British Petroleum. In a meeting of these oil chieftains held in
April 1988, ten months
before the spill, Exxon rejected a
plea from T.L. Polasek, the Vice-President of its Alaska shipping
operations, to provide the oil spill containment equipment required by
law. Polasek warned the CEOs it was "not possible" to contain a spill
in the mid-Sound without the emergency set-up.

Alaska Native Henry Makarka: "If I had a machine gun, I kill those white sons-of-bitches."
Exxon angrily vetoed ARCO's suggestion that the oil companies supply
the rubber skirts and other materiel that would have prevented the
spill from spreading, virtually eliminating the spill's damage.
Regulations state that no tanker may leave the Alaska port of Valdez
without the "sucker" equipment, called a "containment barge," at the
ready. Exxon signed off on the barge's readiness. But, that night
twenty years ago, the barge was in dry-dock with its pumps locked up
under arctic ice. By the time it arrived at the tanker, half a day
after the spill, the oil was well along its thousand-mile killing path.
Natives watched as the now-unstoppable oil overwhelmed their
islands. Eyak Native elder Henry Makarka saw an otter rip out its own
eyes burning from oil residue. Henry, pointing down a waterside
dead-zone, told me, in a mix of Alutiiq and English, "If I had a
machine gun, I'd shoot every one of those white sons-of-bitches."
***
Exxon promised --
promised -- to pay the Natives and other
fishermen for all their losses. The Chief of the Natives at Nanwalek
lost his boat to bankruptcy. His village, like other villages, Native
and non-Native, decayed into alcoholism. The Mayor of fishing port
Cordova killed himself, citing Exxon in his suicide note.

On the island village of Chenega, Gail Evanoff's uncle Paul Kompkoff
was hungry. Until the spill, he had lived on seal meat, razor clams and
salmon Chenegans would catch, and on deer they hunted. The clams and
salmon were declared deadly and the deer, not able to read the
government warning signs, ate the poisoned vegetation and died.
The President of Exxon, Lee Raymond, helicoptered into Chenega for a
photo op. He promised to compensate the Natives and all fishermen for
their losses, and Exxon would thoroughly clean the beaches.
Uncle Paul told the Exxon chief of his hunger. The oil company,
sensing PR disaster, shipped in seal meat to the isolated village. The
cans were marked, "NOT FIT FOR HUMAN CONSUMPTION." Uncle Paul said,
"Zoo food."
Paul didn't want a seal in a can. He wanted a boat to go fishing, to bring the village back to life.
Two years after the spill, Otto Harrison, General Manager of Exxon
USA, told Evanoff and me to forget about a fishing boat for Uncle Paul.
Exxon was immortal and Natives were not. The company would litigate for
20 years.
They did. Only now, two decades on, Exxon has finally begun its
payout of the court award -- but only ten cents on the dollar. And
Uncle Paul's boat? No matter. Paul's dead. So are a third of the
fishermen owed the money.
***
Lee Raymond, President of Exxon at the time of the spill -- and its
President when the company made the secret decision to do without oil
spill equipment, retired in April 2006. The company awarded him a $400
million retirement bonus, more than double the bonuses received by all
AIG executives combined.
***
Gail's oily hand never made it to national television. The networks were distracted with another oil story.
After sailing back to Chenega from Sleepy Bay, I sat with Uncle
Paul, watching the smart bombs explode over Baghdad. Gulf War I had
begun.
Uncle Paul was silent a long time. The generals on CNN pointed to
the burning oil fields near Basra. Paul said, "I guess we're all some
kind of Native now."
************Greg Palast investigated fraud and racketeering claims for the
Chugach Natives of Alaska. Now a journalist whose work appears on BBC
Television Newsnight, Palast is the author of the New York Times
bestselling books The Best Democracy Money Can Buy and Armed Madhouse.
Visit GregPalast.com for more.
Check out the YouTube clip of Greg Palast
on Air America's 'Ring of Fire' with Mike Papantonio on the Exxon
Valdez and on the death of investigative reporting in America. Listen
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