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Engaging Everyone in Preventing a Great Lakes Crisis

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Copyright 2006 Mary E. McKinney Schmidt
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    The Holland Sentinel
    February 11th, 2008

    Lakes' Future  
    Depends on
    Will of the People

    White foam spilled over the waves as they
    crashed against the shore.  As I jogged the
    misty light of early morning, winter winds
    hurled snow against my face, stinging my
    cheeks and freezing my eyelashes.  

    My mind churning, I barely noticed.  I was
    reflecting on the single greatest obstacle that
    continues to derail bipartisan efforts to pass
    legislation designed to clean-up and protect
    the Great Lakes.  

    What is missing, I am told repeatedly, is the
    political will of the people.   

    Until three years ago, I would not have given
    this much thought. Like many in the baby
    boom generation, I pushed political
    involvement to the background as I worked
    my way up the corporate ladder.  Consumed
    by a demanding job, I had enough difficulties
    balancing my role as a wife, daughter, sister,
    friend and corporate executive without
    adding the pressures of political
    participation.   

    Besides, I always assumed my tax dollars
    were paying salaries to those who would
    realize the importance of protecting our
    drinking water, our quality of life and a
    resource that provides the economic
    backbone for our community.  

    But as Mark Twain said, “common sense is
    not common.”  Unless we pick up the phone
    and ask our elected officials what they are
    doing to clean up Lake Michigan, to prevent it
    from being diverted outside our region,
    nothing will happen.  There are too many
    other priorities.  

    History suggests the threat of a crisis usually
    sparks political involvement.  When the Coast
    Guard announced plans to use live
    ammunition in training exercise on the Great
    Lakes, thousands signed petitions, attended
    hearings and phoned elected officials.  The
    Coast Guard reversed its decision.

    Similarly, because of public outcry, BP found
    ways to expand its oil refinery in northern
    Indiana without discharging higher levels of
    metals and ammonia into Lake Michigan.  

    We can make a difference. But the longer we
    wait to address the issues facing the Great
    Lakes, the more expensive the solutions.  
    And at some point, the damage will be
    irreversible.  

    Franklin Delano Roosevelt once said “To
    some generations much is given.  Of other
    generations much is expected.”  Both hold
    true for our generation.  

    We have a responsibility to clean up the
    damage we have done for decades—some
    knowingly, some in innocence. We need to
    stop polluting the groundwater, streams, and
    rivers flowing into the lakes. We need to
    protect the wetlands, the dunes and the
    natural habitat that ensure a healthy
    ecosystem.  We need to start conserving our
    water.    

    History will judge our generation.  Our legacy
    will be shameful unless we make our waters
    a priority.  

    This will be my last column for The Sentinel.  
    To the scientists, environmentalists, religious
    leaders, government employees, teachers,
    fishermen, and people from all walks of life
    who have shared their stories with me, I say
    thank you.  You have given me hope.

    And hope is the first step to creating the
    political will of the people. The second step is
    getting involved.  It means phoning those we
    elected and asking what they’ve done for our
    waters lately.  

    Admittedly, political involvement is a new
    phenomenal for me.  But something
    happened when I moved to Holland and
    began jogging to the rhythm of Lake Michigan
    waters.  Something stirred deep within my
    soul.  

    These waters are home.  And home is worth
    fighting for.  It is worth protecting.
Lake Michigan...every day a different experience...every day a reminder of the miracles of life...
Daylight slowly rises above the dunes, slicing through the grey of winter.
Big Red lights the skies, waiting for the sun to replace its beacon of hope.