I’m responsible for the oil leak contaminating the Gulf of Mexico. I came to this conclusion this week while I was driving to work, slowed by scores of moving vehicles, most of which contained just one person.
Each time I make the decision to drive to work rather than take the bus, I’ve essentially told companies like BP to search for oil in risky environments. Each time I sit in line at a drive-thru window, I’ve told our government to do whatever it takes to search for crude oil that can be refined into gasoline.
Each time I drive my car to a friends house, or to the grocery store rather than bicycling or walking, I’m sending a signal to the oil industry that what they do, and that what the government allows them to do is A-OK.
At times I’m forced into such actions. Escaping a culture that is based upon low-cost fuel is incredibly difficult. My local supermarket is in fact a super-huge market filled with fruits, vegetables and scores of other products grown and manufactured outside of the region. I’ve grown to expect fresh fruit in January and February. I bet you have too.
Each time we build a new road, widen and existing road, rebuild an overpass or zone for a new subdivision rather than repairing our inner-city neighborhoods and investing in public transit systems, we are voting for this type of risk. Each time we build a new runway or expand an airport rather than expanding our rail system, we invite the risk associated with this type of disaster.
So when I look at the derogatory comments being aimed at BP and the derogatory comments being aimed at the Federal Government I have to stop for a moment and ask, just who is creating the demand for this type of industry. And when I look for who is to be blamed for this calamity, I have to answer truthfully.
It is I.