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25% of World’s Population Under Extreme Water Stress: WRI

One fourth of the planet’s population in 25 countries experiences extremely high water stress annually, using nearly all of their available water supply on a regular basis, according to new data from the World Resources Institute (WRI)’s Aqueduct Water Risk Atlas.

Additionally, about four billion people live in conditions where they have high water stress for a minimum of one month out of the year, a report from WRI said.

High water stress puts the lives, food, jobs and energy security of people in peril, as water is necessary for the essentials of human survival like agriculture, electricity production and the maintenance of human health. It is also important for promoting fair societies and meeting climate goals.

“The smaller the gap between supply and demand, the more vulnerable a place is to water shortages. A country facing ‘extreme water stress’ means it is using at least 80% of its available supply, ‘high water stress’ means it is withdrawing 40% of its supply,” the report said. “Without intervention — such as investment in water infrastructure and better water governance — water stress will continue to get worse, particularly in places with rapidly growing populations and economies.”

Water demand worldwide is more than twice what it was in 1960, and throughout the globe, demand is exceeding supply.

Water use policies that are not sustainable, lack of water infrastructure investment and variations in supply caused by climate change all contribute to availability of water.

“Water is how climate change most directly impacts people around the world,” said Charles Iceland, global director of water with WRI’s Food, Forests, Water, and the Ocean Program, as CNN reported.

Even a drought that doesn’t last long is dangerous for places that are under extremely high water stress each year, as they may run out of water, the WRI report said.

The five countries in the world with the most water stress are Kuwait, Qatar, Bahrain, Lebanon and Oman. These countries experience so much water stress due to low supply along with agricultural, industrial and domestic demand.

The planet’s regions that are the most water-stressed are North Africa and the Middle East; 83 percent of these regions’ populations experience extremely high water stress. In South Asia, 74 percent of the population is exposed to extreme water stress.

According to the report, another one billion people are projected to be exposed to extremely high water stress by 2050, even if the world manages to keep the global average temperature increase to between 1.3 and 2.4 degrees Celsius by the year 2100.

“Water is arguably our most important resource on the planet and yet we’re not managing it in a way that reflects that,” said Samantha Kuzma, Aqueduct data lead from WRI’s water program and one of the authors of the report, as reported by CNN.

“I’ve been working in water for close to 10 years, and unfortunately, the story has been the same almost the entire 10 years,” Kuzma told CNN.

Water demand around the world is predicted to climb by 20 to 25 percent by mid-century, and the amount of watersheds that vary highly from year to year is projected to increase by 19 percent, the report said.

This means that by 2050 the entire population of North Africa and the Middle East will have to endure extremely high water stress, which will not only affect consumers and industry, but the political stability of these regions.

Water demand in sub-Saharan Africa is growing faster than any other region on Earth, and by 2050 it is predicted to rise by 163 percent. That’s four times faster than Latin America, which is the second-highest at a predicted water demand increase of 43 percent.

In the richer countries of Europe and North America, demand for water has plateaued.

Water fixed firmly in international trade, to high income countries from lower to middle income countries, will contribute more and more to increasing water stress in the lower to middle income countries, even as water-use efficiency helps to reduce water use inside the borders of countries with a high average income.

As water stress increases, it poses a threat to global food security and the economic growth of nations throughout the world.

The data from Aqueduct said that by 2050, $70 trillion — 31 percent of the global gross domestic product (GDP) — will have exposure to high water stress. That’s a big increase from the 24 percent of global GDP in 2010. By 2050, four countries — Turkey, Mexico, Egypt and India — will account for more than 50 percent of susceptible GDP.

WRI emphasized that water stress doesn’t always mean water crisis. Places that live with water scarcity can use water-saving techniques like wastewater treatment and reuse, desalination and grass removal.

It would take just one percent of the GDP to tackle water challenges worldwide with the proper financial support and political action, according to WRI research.

Some important strategies for reducing water stress and improving water management are using incentives to improve the efficiency of water use in agriculture and restoring and protecting wetlands, forests and mangroves to build flood and drought resilience, which saves on water treatment costs and improves water quality.

Policymakers can also make wind and solar energy a priority in order to avoid power outages due to water shortages.

“Every level of government, as well as communities and businesses, must step up to build a water-secure future for all. The world will ultimately require an all-of-the-above approach, as well as solutions specific to individual catchments and regions,” the WRI report said. “These findings may be daunting, but with the right management, every country can prevent water stress from turning into water crisis.”

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In Pennsylvania, state data links fracking to childhood cancer

After dozens of childhood cancer cases surfaced in Southwestern Pennsylvania in 2019, state health officials embarked on a multi-study project to determine whether the region’s boom in oil and gas extraction might be to blame. This week, the results of that work are in: Epidemiologists at the University of Pittsburgh, which was contracted to do the research, found evidence that minors living close to fracking sites are over 5 times more likely to develop a rare type of childhood cancer. They also found a greatly increased risk of asthma attacks and lowered birth weights. 

The eight counties that make up Southwestern Pennsylvania comprise one of the nation’s most important fossil fuel-producing regions. Much of the state’s natural gas is buried thousands of feet beneath the earth, under sheets of fine-grained rock known as shale. These once-inaccessible fuel reserves were unlocked in the early 2000s with the widespread adoption of fracking, a method of fuel extraction that involves injecting huge volumes of water and other chemicals underground to shatter bedrock and free up oil and gas reserves. The number of fracking wells has increased more than tenfold over the last two decades, and Pennsylvania is second only to Texas in the number of wells it contains.

While previous research has identified numerous chemicals used in fracking as capable of causing cancer — among them formaldehyde, hexavalent chromium, benzene, and ethylene oxide — the science that actually links fracking directly to adverse public health outcomes is still coming into view. This week’s studies helped to fill this gap by using existing medical records from the Pennsylvania Department of Health.

The authors analyzed cancer incidence data from 2010 through 2019, which included 498 total cases in children born and diagnosed in the eight-county study area. Of the four types of cancer analyzed, they found significant evidence that children living within five miles of an active oil and gas well were 5 to 7 times more likely to develop lymphoma. They did not find evidence that the other three childhood cancers — leukemia, brain tumors, and bone cancers — were associated with proximity to oil and gas development. 

However, James Fabisiak, an author on all three studies that were released this week, said that doesn’t mean a connection to those cancers can be ruled out. A separate state-wide study from Yale University last year found a link between fracking and a subtype of leukemia in children aged 2 to 7. 

“In any scientific study like this, you always have some uncertainty about the negative result,” Fabisiak told Grist. “If I had more patients, if I had more sample size, might I find a statistically significant difference?”

The researchers wanted to understand how each phase of the fracking process affects the health of nearby residents. Before workers start injecting fluid into the earth, they often have to clear sites, build roads, and drill deep crevices in the ground. The subsequent fracking phase of the process is typically short, lasting only about three to five days, while the production phase, when fuel is actually extracted from the ground, takes much longer — from a few weeks to decades. 

The studies analyzed records of more than 46,000 patients, aged 5 through 90, over the past two years, and found that people with asthma are 4 to 5 times more likely to have an asthma attack if they live near a fracking well during production. The researchers also connected this phase of the fracking process to lower birth weights. On average, babies born to people living near oil wells during the production process were 1 ounce smaller at birth. (The researchers noted that such a difference does not usually pose a significant health risk.)

Fabisiak said that he found the findings of the asthma study to be most troubling, given how widespread the condition is — more than 25 million Americans have asthma.

“I have a son who grew up with asthma, and I know the burden of what that particular disease has on an individual in a family,” he said.

The studies were not able to identify what particular hazard connected with fracking caused the adverse health effects that they observed in Southwestern Pennsylvania, but it builds on research documenting the relationship between fossil fuel development and asthma and birth defects in other parts of the world. It’s well-known that flaring, a practice that involves burning off unwanted gas, can generate substantial air pollution, and that the chemicals used in fracking, if not properly extracted and disposed of, can leak into the soil and groundwater, exposing nearby residents for prolonged periods. Fabisiak said that drawing a direct link between those hazards and poor health outcomes should be the work of future studies.

This story was originally published by Grist with the headline In Pennsylvania, state data links fracking to childhood cancer on Aug 17, 2023.

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Deadlier Atlantic Hurricanes Killing More People of Color in the U.S., Study Finds

In the past few decades, meteorologists have found that hurricanes in the United States have been deadlier than normal, and that they have killed a disproportionate number of people of color, according to a new study by a team of researchers from the U.S. and the United Kingdom.

Tropical hurricanes in the Atlantic Ocean are becoming more deadly as the planet warms, with 179 named tropical storms and hurricanes between 1988 and 2019 likely having caused 18,158 deaths, the study said.

In order to calculate the fatalities, the researchers looked not only at people who were hit by debris or drowned, but they examined the total number of deaths that occurred right before, during and following a storm, then compared the numbers to those during other years.

“It’s the difference between how many people died and how many people would have died on a normal day,” said lead author of the study Robbie Parks, who is an environmental epidemiologist at Columbia University’s Mailman School of Public Health, reported The Associated Press.

Parks said that, following a hurricane, the number of deaths go up due to injury, infections, lung and heart concerns and mental health issues.

Parks added that many of the most vulnerable and poorest people in the U.S. die from indirect causes, particularly after a storm, and that these numbers represent “an undercount.”

“People who have the least means suffer the most,” Parks said, as The Associated Press reported.

The study, “Short-term excess mortality following tropical cyclones in the United States,” was published in the journal Science Advances.

Most of the deaths occurred in counties where residents were primarily Black, brown and of Indigenous descent, which suggests government failures have been a factor, the study said. 

“Cyclones don’t hit the whole country. They tend to hit places which have more Black, Indigenous and Latin people who’ve been historically underserved and overburdened through racism, and it’s these socially vulnerable communities who are bearing the brunt of post-cyclone excess deaths,” Parks said, as reported by The Guardian.

The biggest risk factor for the excess deaths following hurricanes was racial minority status.

NOAA hurricane scientist Jim Kossin of climate risk nonprofit First Street Foundation, who was not part of the study, said people need to have the means “to do more than just survive from day to day” following a storm, which is why there are more fatalities in poorer and more vulnerable communities, The Associated Press reported.

Just six percent of excess deaths following the most intense storms during the study period happened in the least vulnerable counties, compared with 57 percent in those where the most vulnerable live, as measured by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s social vulnerability index.

Nearly all — 93 percent — of the total excess deaths following a hurricane, as well as 70 percent that came after a named storm, have happened in the past 18 years as the climate crisis has intensified, reported The Guardian.

“This is a very important groundbreaking longitudinal study… it’s just not been done before in a [comparing] apples to apples way,” said Brenda Ekwurzel, director of climate science at the Union of Concerned Scientists, as The Guardian reported. “We have to keep using these metrics as a baseline, adding more granular details like concurrent disasters, and tracking excess deaths and morbidity long-term.”

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Invasive Yellow-Legged Hornet Spotted in Georgia Is a Honey Bee Predator Related to ‘Murder Hornets’

An individual of the Vespa velutina species, also known as the yellow-legged hornet, has been found live in the U.S. for the first time. The hornet was found near Savannah, Georgia and is a predator of honey bees and other native pollinators.

The yellow-legged hornet is native to Southeast Asia and is related to invasive murder hornets, or Vespa mandarinia, which were first spotted in the U.S. in late 2019. Both species are dangerous predators of honey bees.

The Georgia Department of Agriculture identified the first live specimen of the yellow-legged hornet and confirmed the finding with the U.S. Department of Agriculture’s Animal and Plant Health Inspection Service and the University of Georgia.

“The yellow-legged hornet poses a threat to honeybees and other pollinators in our state. These pollinators play a significant role in Georgia’s agriculture industry, the state’s main economic driver, and it is imperative that these invasive pests are tracked and eradicated,” the Georgia Department of Agriculture said in a statement. “We are working with USDA APHIS and UGA to trap, track, and eradicate these pests and will continue to assess the situation as new information becomes available and allocate additional resources as need[ed].”

The yellow-legged hornets are smaller than the murder hornets, about half the size or around 0.80 inches long, according to iNaturalist. Each nest can shelter about 6,000 workers on average. The hornets are considered social wasps that will target bee and wasp nests for feeding, NPR reported. They feed on many different insects, including important pollinators in Georgia.  

The Georgia Department of Agriculture warned that if the yellow-legged hornet spreads, it could threaten native pollinators and honey production. It would also impact agriculture.

As such, the state agriculture department is requesting for people to report sightings of the yellow-legged hornet in Georgia to an online form. These hornets have distinctive yellow legs, but may look similar to other native wasps that are not predators of honey bees. The department urges people to be cautious near these hornets, which can be aggressive. 

Outside of Georgia, anyone who finds what could be a yellow-legged hornet should contact their local agriculture department to report the sightings.

Meanwhile, officials in Georgia will establish traps to look for any additional yellow-legged hornets near where this live specimen was found, CBS News reported. If officials find a colony of these hornets, the colony will be destroyed.

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Learning how to garden a forest

I will never forget the first time I killed a tree. It was a warm January morning, and my forehead was sweating under my orange hardhat. I pulled the starter rope of my chainsaw, lifted the roaring silver blade, and sliced through a small Douglas fir. The tree barely made a sound as it fell.

With sawdust and the smell of fresh resin filling the air, I turned toward another fir and paused, wishing I knew a ritual to make its death easier. Within minutes, bits and pieces of seven trees lay strewn around me. I separated limbs from trunks and stacked them, hoping that orderly piles of firewood might alleviate my guilt.

I live in coastal Sonoma County, California, where Douglas firs grow faster than most other native trees, eventually shading oaks from sun and often killing them. The trees near my cabin are valley oaks, the largest of American oaks, found only in California. Each of them can live up to 600 years and will drop as many as 3 million acorns during its lifetime, making valley oaks the most important source of food and shelter for wildlife. I wanted to protect these ecological linchpins, but I also picked up that chainsaw three years ago to repay a childhood debt.

I love all trees, but I’m especially moved by oaks. One of my earliest memories is of hiding in the roots of a particularly majestic one as my parents fought and neighbors called the police. I remember its large, sturdy trunk protecting me from the wind, rain, and fear of violence. That tree still stands in southeastern Latvia, where I spent most of my life until my mother and I moved to San Francisco in 1994.

Eight years ago, I returned to my rural roots and found a home in the coastal range 70 miles north of San Francisco, on the unceded land of the Kashia Pomo people. The few remaining oaks here are surrounded by a sea of Douglas firs stretching to the Pacific Ocean.  

For over a century, the American environmental movement has been animated by an intuitive and simple idea: Protecting trees means leaving forests alone. This stance — championed by men like John Muir and based on their belief that any alteration, including thinning or intentional burning, of wilderness harms it — was once key to stopping timber companies from wiping out old-growth forests entirely. And it was an approach that I embraced; for most of my life, I was categorically opposed to felling trees. 

But that ethos created an unintended outcome: An expanding body of research shows that the West’s overgrown forests are fueling unnaturally severe wildfires that can cause irreparable ecological damage and massive economic loss. Living in rural areas during this period of catastrophic fires driven in no small part by climate change has forced many people — myself included — to look at tree cutting, and forests, differently. 

My perspective began to shift in August 2020 when I attended a class led by Clint McKay, the Indigenous education coordinator at Pepperwood Preserve, a research station in eastern Sonoma County on the traditional homeland of the Wappo people. That summer, the region reached a record 115 degrees Fahrenheit, and two devastating wildfires, which together killed six people and destroyed 1,491 homes, came within a few miles of my home. I joined McKay’s popular Indigenous forest stewardship class expecting to master the use of prescribed burns to defend the forest. Instead, he spent much of our time explaining why people must become more comfortable with cutting down some trees — a necessary intervention in many dense forests before beneficial fires can be reintroduced safely.

The author attending a class on forest stewardship at Pepperwood Preserve.
The author (center, with hooded jacket), attends a forest stewardship class at Pepperwood Preserve led by assistant preserve manager Devyn Friedfel (in white hat).
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The Indigenous people of what is now California have always used fire and thinning to promote mosaics of large trees interspersed with shrubs and grasses. They also developed some of the most complex and sophisticated land stewardship practices that increased the density of rich crops of nuts, seeds, vegetables, and fruits — on a scale that is “unimaginable today,” writes Enrique Salmon, the author of Iwígara: American Indian Ethnobotanical Traditions and Science. This array of species and surfaces reduces fire intensity and promotes biodiversity. Salmon, who is Rarámuri and leads the American Indian Studies Program at California State University, East Bay, calls these practices “land gardening.”

But beginning in the early 19th century, as colonists settled the region, the Wappo were forced from their ancestral lands, and the intentional fires they and other Indigenous people used to tend forests were outlawed. The U.S. Forest Service was founded in 1905 with fire suppression as a key policy. Thirty years later, it tightened that approach, striving to extinguish all fires by 10 a.m. the next day, fundamentally changing the composition of the forests across the West. 

Before European settlers arrived, the land Pepperwood now stewards sustained around 100 trees of varying sizes and species per acre. Today, that same acre supports 1,000 smaller trees that are less fire-resistant and starved for nutrients, water, and sunshine. Most scientists increasingly lament the overcrowding found throughout Western forests and call for ecological thinning — the selective cutting of smaller trees and undergrowth — typically followed by intentional fires to reduce the fuel load and recycle nutrients. 

Since 2014, Pepperwood, which is not an Indigenous organization, has worked under the guidance of a Native advisory council, chaired by McKay, who is Wappo, Pomo, and Wintun, to implement such practices. The approach proved itself when the 2017 Tubbs Fire burned 95 percent of the preserve and the 2019 Kincade Fire scorched 60 percent. In the areas that had been thinned and prescriptively burned, few large trees died, and most wildlife soon returned and thrived. Since then, Pepperwood has provided a model of how combining science with local Indigenous research, knowledge, and practices can restore forest health and resiliency while mitigating the growing frequency and severity of fires. 

The benefits of thinning coupled with intentional burns are widely accepted in the scientific community for helping to maintain the health and resiliency of Western forests. But a small group of vocal environmentalists and researchers argue that this approach is misguided, that forests must be left largely untouched. These critics argue that thinning is a ploy to increase commercial logging and that severe wildfires are critical for forest health and biodiversity. 

A prescribed fire professional igniting a cultural burn with a drip torch

Professionals walk away after igniting a prescribed burn
Prescribed fire professionals walking away from perimeter of burn unit area

Prescribed-fire professionals ignite cultural burns. Ian Nelson

Their opposition comes even as warmer, drier weather contributes to larger, faster, and hotter fires. Fourteen of California’s 20 largest conflagrations on record occurred in the last decade, burning some 5.3 million acres, destroying 11,393 structures, and killing 35 people. Suppression costs continue breaking records, hitting $1.2 billion in 2021 alone. Modern megafires in the West are eight times more severe than those that burned when Indigenous people stewarded the land, often killing entire stands of healthy trees and making regeneration difficult. Researchers fear that over the next two decades, severe wildfires could turn huge swaths of forests into scrubland and destroy critical habitat.

The implications extend nationwide. Between 2001 and 2019, the U.S. ranked third globally in forest cover lost to fires. Wildfires now account for nearly half of the fine-particle pollution in the West. All that smoke can shroud distant places like Boston and New York, and it sends ever more people to hospitals with cardiac issues and asthma attacks. Catastrophic Western fires increasingly contribute to extreme storms and hail as far east as Nebraska. 

The Golden State highlights a challenge facing states throughout the West. The California Department of Forestry and Fire Protection, or Cal Fire, estimates that roughly 15 million forested acres need restoration — mostly thinning and burning — but state and federal government agencies treat at most 325,000 acres each year. 

That slow progress follows unprecedented government investment in wildfire resilience. The reasons are complex, but the impediment most frequently mentioned by fire and forest researchers, tribal leaders, park managers, prescribed-fire practitioners, and others is public opinion. While the support for beneficial fires has grown significantly in the past two years, many people still resist them or the smoke they generate. Others staunchly oppose tree cutting, or fear being vilified by those who do. Until that changes, these experts see little chance of making headway on an escalating problem.

“The view of forests as primeval, untouched nature still resonates strongly among the conservation-minded general public,” said Cristina Eisenberg, who is of mixed Rarámuri and Western Apache heritage and works as the associate dean of inclusive excellence and director of tribal initiatives at Oregon State University College of Forestry. “As a result, many people don’t trust Indigenous forest stewardship yet.” 


It’s spring at Pepperwood Preserve, and the lush grasslands burst with color: golden poppies, cream buttercups, purple lupins. A group of 28 of us — a preschool teacher, several park managers, two musicians, a few retired couples — are climbing a narrow footpath. The gentle midmorning sun warms us as we follow McKay toward a ridge. 

Considerate, composed, and generous with his knowledge of Wappo culture, McKay enjoys making frequent stops to show us plants important to his people and the health of the forest — soap root, Indian potato, and wild strawberries. Two of McKay’s relatives have joined him today, which seems to inspire lighthearted jokes about his family. Raised in a traditional Wappo and Pomo household, McKay spent much of his childhood gathering acorns, redbud, and willow for basket-weaving. The Indigenous people of this area are renowned for the artistry of their baskets, and McKay’s family includes two cultural icons: Works by his late aunts Mabel McKay and Laura Fish Somersal appear in museums and galleries around the world. 

Clint McKay, Indigenous education coordinator at Pepperwood Preserve, leads a blessing for a cultural burn alongside his wife and grandson. Ian Nelson

While growing up, every trip to the forest offered McKay a lesson in where each plant loved to live, what it needed to thrive, and how humans could read them to know if the land was out of balance. Plants and animals were considered kin and teachers. Observation of forests taught Wappo people the importance of open space and of viewing trees in terms of their needs and role sustaining humans, animals, and other plants. 

For at least 10,000 years before Europeans arrived, the Indigenous peoples of what is now California benefited from and shaped a landscape that teemed with an incredible array of flora and fauna. As authors Otis Parrish and Kent G. Ligthfoot described in California Indians and Their Environment, their stewardship increased the diversity of plants and wildlife habitats, and it was this abundance that supported one of the most densely populated and culturally diverse areas in the world. Before colonization, about one-third of all Native peoples of what became the United States lived in the Golden State area, where they gardened forests spanning immense landscapes. 

Small, frequent, and intentional fires were the main practice they used to promote biodiversity and reduce the severity of fires. In some forests, they also cut Douglas firs to increase the number of oaks and madrones that provided food and shelter for wildlife, cultural resources, and building materials. Weeding, tilling, and irrigating landscapes promoted edible grasses, herbaceous plants, and native vegetables and fruit. 

As we reach the ridgeline, McKay has us survey a vast landscape with densely packed spears of blackened Douglas firs. Although the forest was thriving before the fires in 2017 and 2019, we see few signs of regeneration.  

McKay then leads us to an oak woodland that had been thinned and burned before the fires. First, a crew with chainsaws cut the firs growing through the canopies of oaks. Brush and smaller trees were removed to prevent a blaze from reaching the crowns of mature trees. Then another team built hundreds of small “burn piles” and set them alight, clearing the slash. Today, lush, green clumps of black and coast live oaks and bay laurel dot verdant meadows. It is hard to see any sign of those past wildfires. 

Oaks don’t burn as hot as firs, they cause less destruction of neighboring plants, and they provide crucial protection for animals and birds during conflagrations, says McKay, who researches black oaks and has contributed to studies about them. As we take in distant peaks and silver rock outcroppings dotted with oaks and bay laurels, someone asks, “Was every acre here managed when the Wappo people lived on this land?”

McKay pauses before answering. “We cared for every part of this forest, but living with the land is different than managing it,” he says. “I don’t believe we have the right to control nature. We work with it from a place of responsibility, respect, and reciprocity. This means that every time we do something in the forest, we ask, ‘What is in the best interest of animals, plants, soil, water, air, and humans?’ Humans are in that circle, but we are just one of the spokes in the wheel.”

When humans begin to view themselves as part of the land, he says, they can learn how to become thoughtful participants in nature, share obligations, and express their gratitude by tending landscapes for the benefit of all species. 

Sunlight peeking through the trees during a prescribed burn at Pepperwood Preserve
Sunlight peeks through the trees during a prescribed burn at Pepperwood Preserve.
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When the U.S. seized control of what is now California in 1850, the federal government signed 18 treaties in which tribes ceded about 90 percent of the land in return for 7.5 million acres of reservations. The U.S. Senate, at the request of state officials, rejected those agreements without informing the tribes, leaving them without land of their own. That same year, California legislators passed a bill that allowed the enslavement of Indigenous children and indentured servitude of adults, and banned intentional fires. The new government then funded militias to remove Native people from their traditional lands and killed thousands of people — something Governor Gavin Newsom called genocide and formally apologized for in 2019.

At the beginning of Euro-American contact, between 200,000 to 300,000 Indigenous people lived in what became the Golden State. By 1870, that number — driven by forced removal, violence, and disease — dropped to 12,000. As immigrants flooded the West Coast, many often described the depopulated forests they found as parks, but as researcher M. Kat Anderson notes in Tending the Wild: Native American Knowledge and the Management of California’s Natural Resources, settlers assumed California’s rich biodiversity was born of untouched wilderness, not Indigenous effort. They also believed that they had a God-given right to profit from those resources, which they viewed as limitless.

During the Gold Rush, trees became extremely valuable as construction materials and fuel. By 1900, 40 percent of California’s 31 million acres of old-growth forest had been logged in what historian Hank Johnston called “the greatest orgy of destructive lumbering in the history of the world.” 

Into this destruction stepped John Muir. 

Raised in a devout Christian family, Muir grew up with a strict father who forbade all distractions from Bible studies. He found refuge in nature, which sparked an interest in geology and botany. But it was while hiking in the Sierra Nevadas that he first saw “sparks of the Divine soul” in its trees and rocks. Muir, who co-founded the Sierra Club in 1892, spent the rest of his life trying to bring city dwellers closer to the presence of the deity he perceived in the mountains and forests. “God never made an ugly landscape,” he wrote in 1897. “All that the sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.” 

More than anyone else, Muir galvanized public support for the protection of nature against ecological degradation, but he didn’t believe that Indigenous people and their stewardship had a place in what he saw as pure wilderness. He supported the removal of the Miwok from their homelands in what became Yosemite National Park, and the government pursued a century-long policy of pushing them out of the area. Like other well-known environmentalists of his day, including Henry David Thoreau and Ralph Waldo Emerson, Muir believed that wildlands existed to help “tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people” suffering from “the vice of over-industry and the deadly apathy of luxury.” He promoted the idea, still resonant today, of nature as a refuge separate from human civilization.

Around the time that Muir was hiking and preaching the gospel of untouched wilderness, burgeoning Midwestern naturalist Aldo Leopold was getting hunting lessons from his father. In 1909, Leopold earned a forestry degree from Yale University, which launched the nation’s first graduate school focusing on the subject. Initially he approached forests as human-centered projects: sustainable tree farms grown for the benefit of people and cattle. Over time, he changed his mind. Co-founding the scientific ecology movement and, in 1935, the Wilderness Society, he became a leading environmentalist — the “most radical” in the estimation of conservation activist and novelist Wendell Berry. 

A lifelong outdoorsman and hunter, and later the owner of a small farm, Leopold shared little in common with Muir. While he advocated for the creation of parks and protection of sensitive habitats, he didn’t view preserving the land and using plants and animals sustainably as mutually exclusive. Instead, he believed the land was improved by ethical and sustainable management.

Leopold did not believe that the environmental movement should prioritize the preservation of celebrity trees, parks with epic views, or charismatic animals. Rather, he argued that humans must promote the health of the land everywhere, including nature in urban centers and degraded farms — and that the requirements of doing so were specific to each place. “A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability, and beauty of the biotic community,” he wrote. “It is wrong when it tends otherwise.”

Years later, his successor, restoration ecologist William Jordan, argued that treating wildlands as exotic trophies or using nature solely for extraction of resources are essentially different sides of the same coin: Both worldviews promote alienation from nature. And both continue to shape modern environmentalism and forest management tactics, often to the detriment of the very land they are meant to protect.


The Western U.S. is a home to some of the most beautiful landscapes on earth, but California’s iconic trees — among the world’s tallest, largest, and oldest — in particular have long inspired passionate devotion. It’s no surprise that the Golden State has been the epicenter of the American environmental movement. 

The idea behind Earth Day originated in California in 1969. It helped launch the second wave of the environmental movement, a response to the degradation of nature wrought by the post-war boom. Between 1945 and 1960, timber harvests in the national forests of the Pacific Northwest more than doubled to 5 billion board feet as the U.S. Forest Service allowed the clear-cutting or razing of entire stands of trees, often ancient redwoods, to accommodate rapid suburban growth. 

As pictures of barren land proliferated, environmental activists filed lawsuits that effectively stopped large-scale clear-cutting and helped people see forests as sources of biological diversity, not warehouses of lumber. In tandem with these changes, the federal government enacted a variety of historic bills to protect the environment, and California passed the Forest Practice Act of 1973, which to this day is recognized as the most comprehensive forestry regulation in the country. 

Thanks to this activism and regulation, today, nearly 33 million acres — about a third of California — remains forested. All that land is home to nearly one-third of the plant and animal species in America, making it one of 34 global biodiversity hotspots in the world. The Golden State remains a national leader in conservation, but climate change and increasingly severe droughts present unprecedented challenges. 

“About 80 percent of bishop pines are either dead or dying here,” Matt Greene, a forester who works with the Kashia Band of Pomo Indians of the Stewarts Point Rancheria, state parks, and private landowners in Sonoma County, told me while pointing toward a coastal ridge blanketed in cinnamon-brown canopies. These pines are among the hardiest of trees, but the worst drought in 12 centuries coupled with 100 years of aggressive fire suppression made this forest vulnerable to an unprecedented onslaught of pests and diseases. As we drive east, Greene shows me another forest in which around 90 percent of tanoaks, a culturally important tree for the Kashia Pomo people, have died in the past decade from sudden oak disease. 

All this wood, often left standing or where it falls, helps create high-severity fire patches. Such areas, in which a conflagration kills 75 to 100 percent of the trees, are larger and occur more frequently than at any time in recorded history. Some level of fire intensity is essential to maintain biodiversity, but prior to European settlement, such patches typically covered a few acres. Today, they can range from hundreds to thousands of acres, creating an alarming impediment to the ability of conifer trees to regenerate.

When the Wappo and other Indigenous peoples tended the forests, their mosaics of trees, shrubs, and grasslands promoted biodiversity and “pyrodiversity” — fires with greater variation in unburned and low-, moderate, and high-intensity areas. A wildfire traveling through patches of mixed vegetation tends to be less severe, because openings in the landscape create areas with less fuel. In some woodlands, Indigenous people “weeded” fir seedlings and saplings by hand to prevent their encroachment on oaks or grasslands, as the ethnobiologist M. Kat Anderson has documented

I remember the day I read about this in 2021, because that summer, I began to feel a change of heart. Like many Californians, I’d long believed that planting and protecting trees was the only way to save them, and the sight of anyone with a chainsaw created feelings of intense judgment. But the image of humans meticulously tending these forests long before Europeans arrived, and the reality of entire stands of dead Douglas firs and tan oaks, helped me accept that my categorical beliefs were contributing to this damage; so too was my view of the lush, mostly homogenous blankets of Douglas firs surrounding my home as a “natural” forest.  

Through the early and mid-20th century, timber companies and the U.S. Forest Service managed many Western forests like farms growing single crops. Here in coastal Sonoma County, loggers first took out the largest and most fire-resilient redwoods and Douglas firs. As Indigenous people were forced from their lands and fires were aggressively suppressed, many forests gradually converted to dense stands of fir. Less economically valued varieties, such as tanoaks, were often killed. The vast tracts of Douglas firs covering much of coastal Sonoma are largely the result of these industrial methods and fire suppression. While the species vary with different ecosystems, such tactics were the norm across the West.

When fire and forest researchers talk about forest restoration, or ecological tree thinning, they’re typically describing the need to embrace selective cutting coupled with prescriptive burning that results in larger, healthier trees and forests more resistant to drought and climate change. A large body of research from at least two decades, along with evidence from recent megafires, shows that this approach, implemented thoughtfully, reduces the severity of fires and the pollution they produce, and protects mature trees.

After more than a century of mismanagement, and given the challenges of climate change, forest restoration for wildfire resilience presents an unprecedented and complex task that requires diverse tools and tactics tailored to each site. A growing body of research shows that the most biodiverse and resilient forests are often located on protected Indigenous lands where people make a sustainable living from it. Providing funding, legal support, and more rights to Indigenous communities to manage their land is key to climate conservation goals. McKay believes that collaborative stewardship through Native advisory councils, created with the right intentions, can serve as a meaningful step in that process.

Group after a prescribed burn
Prescribed-burn professionals gather at the site of an intentional burn. Ian Nelson

In recent years, other nonprofits, public agencies, and private individuals have been finding ways to restore Indigenous ownership in other innovative ways: In 2016, a private family in coastal Sonoma — with the support of the county and philanthropic dollars — worked with the Kashia Band of Pomo Indians of the Stewarts Point Rancheria to return 688 acres to the tribe.

Meanwhile, many studies that examine the success of specific wildfire-resilience practices in forests managed by diverse public and private agencies show that the most efficient and ecologically beneficial approaches typically involve at least some thinning or brush removal, followed by prescriptive or Indigenous burning. Effectively managed wildfires, mostly in remote forests, also can reduce the size and severity of future conflagrations while promoting biodiversity. 

At this time, prescribed fires face many barriers in the West, including obtaining the necessary permits, the fear of liability and public backlash should something go wrong, too few people to do the job, and the small window of optimal weather conditions for safe burning. Given these obstacles, many public and private land managers, especially near urban areas, opt to thin without burning, typically followed by chipping or mastication (reducing leftover slash into small bits). While some studies show that such methods alone can increase wildfire resiliency, most research and field experience indicates that thinning coupled with beneficial fires is the most effective. But thinning without fire rarely brings additional ecological benefits, such as regeneration of fire-resilient trees and plants and promoting soil health.

While commercial logging of large trees alone does not lead to wildfire resiliency, in some forests ecological thinning can include that as one way of reducing density, promoting the diversity of species, or creating fuel breaks that allow for safe prescribed or cultural burns, said Scott Stephens. He is the principal investigator of the UC-Berkeley Blodgett Forest Research Station, which led a two-decade study evaluating various forest treatments. Stephens told me that fire, wildlife, and soil ecologists at Blodgett sometimes recommended removing large white fir trees. This, researchers found, resulted in faster growth, vigor, and diversity among the remaining trees. It also improved pyrodiversity and resilience against bark beetles. The revenue from saleable logs helped offset restoration costs. 

But some environmentalists consider thinning a ploy to commercially log forests. One of the most vocal opponents is Chad Hanson, director of the John Muir Project. Hanson, who holds a doctorate in forest ecology from University of California, Davis, and his wife, Rachel Fazio, an attorney and co-lead of the John Muir Project, have filed dozens of suits against the U.S. Forest Service to block various plans to remove trees deemed a fire hazard. 

In his research and articles, Hanson and his colleagues argue that the density of historical forests varied, and that high-severity wildfires do not harm forests but rather promote biodiversity and should be allowed to burn with minimal intervention. He fiercely opposes any tree removal beyond 100 feet of buildings and evacuation routes. Hanson argues that thinning removes a natural wind barrier to fire, and can increase its speed and intensity. He concedes that land managers should occasionally use prescribed or cultural fires, but insists the preferred approach is to manage wildfires. “Fire alone is what we need,” Hanson told me. “Thinning is not needed. … And you don’t have to remove any trees before you do a prescribed fire.”

Most fire ecologists and practitioners disagree and believe removing small trees and brush, especially near residential areas, is essential to protect mature trees or reduce the risk of fires jumping over control lines. In recent years, in a rare effort within the scientific community, dozens of them came together to publish a series of rebuttals to efforts by Hanson and others who they believe are advancing “agenda-driven science.” 

Susan Prichard, a fire ecologist at the University of Washington who has taken a leading role in the campaign, told me the benefits of ecological thinning coupled with prescribed burning are settled among fire ecologists, but the boisterous claims of a small group often receive equal weight in the media and courts. She compares them to the academically credentialed climate deniers who once got equal attention in the news despite volumes of data about the effects of global warming. 

Hanson calls such criticisms “character assassination,” and this year published a study arguing that the data Prichard and her colleagues use contain a “broad pattern of scientific misrepresentation and omissions.” Hanson counters that wildfire resilience is best achieved by a focus on “hardening” homes with fire-resistant roofing and other tactics. He also calls for tree pruning and removal of brush and saplings near buildings and evacuation routes. 

Research supports these practices and shows that even small upgrades can have a big impact on wildfire resilience. But protecting property and leaving forests alone overlooks the interdependence of wildlands and people. Forests store carbon. Trees capture rainfall and contribute to rivers that, here in California, deliver water to 25 million residents and businesses, including the farms that grow about one-third of the country’s vegetables and three-quarters of its fruit and nuts. When large patches of severe wildfires cut through dense, drought-parched forests, the ground starts to repel water. The runoff can pollute watersheds with ash and harm water-treatment facilities. Damaged forests also threaten important plants and wildlife and the Indigenous communities that depend upon them to sustain their culture. 

Elected officials understand what’s at stake. In 2022 and 2023, the federal government sent $3.3 billion for forest management treatments in 10 Western states with 21 “high-priority landscapes” — forests and rangelands near communities, powerlines, highways, water supplies, or endangered species. Despite these unprecedented investments, progress has been slow across the West: Since 2012, only about 1.8 million acres of the estimated 50 million acres in need have been treated. 

One factor is a chronic shortage of forest workers. Until recently, funding for restoration and wildfire resiliency was extremely limited. Permitting for thinning and burning poses big challenges, as does fear of litigation. But the impediment that forest and fire ecologists and others in the field mention most frequently remains public opposition to prescribed fires and, particularly in California, the removal of trees. 

“There are many people who don’t like seeing vegetation removed, especially green vegetation,” John Melvin, the assistant deputy director of resource protection and improvement programs at Cal Fire, told me. “The 2020 wildfires began to change these attitudes, but we still have a lot of public education work to do.” 

Surveys of public perceptions of resilience efforts are generally small, but overall, most people support mitigation efforts — yet opposition to them can appear more widespread than it actually is. A 2019 study in Colorado found that although just 27 percent of respondents opposed the thinning and burning proposed in their area, highly organized resistance to the effort received outsized attention during public hearings and was reflected by the media as being a broad sentiment. 

Still, there are valid reasons to explain why people might oppose prescribed burning and strategic thinning. Studies show less than 2 percent of intentional fires jump their borders, the vast majority of those that do are contained, and few of them cause damage to homes and property — yet those that do draw intense news coverage. Deforestation is a key contributor to climate change and calls to plant more trees, regardless of the needs of a given ecosystem, are often (and inaccurately) portrayed as the best solution to the crisis. A legacy of resource exploitation by the U.S. Forest Service and timber companies doesn’t help.

Despite these deep and long-standing divisions, the fights over forest restoration are going through a radical shift, Cristina Eisenberg of Oregon State University’s College of Forestry told me. Since 2017, Eisenberg, who also directs the university’s Traditional Knowledge Lab, has been working with the U.S. Forest Service and the Bureau of Land Management to help public agencies strengthen partnerships with tribal nations on forest restoration projects. “The momentum is tremendous,” she said. “Finally, there are Indigenous people in the positions of power to help make sure this work is done right. We are at the very beginning of this change, but I’ve never seen anything like this.”


It’s a chilly morning at Pepperwood, and I start my day pulling non-native bull thistles. The thick, green stems glisten atop jet-black patches of soil. These areas, called burn scars, indicate where past volunteers burned the wood left behind by tree thinning. 

The oak woodland where I’ve joined about 30 volunteers is one of many restoration sites Pepperwood has been thinning and burning since 2014. We are removing invasive weeds that without human intervention often displace indigenous plants. 

When colonial settlers outlawed intentional fires, they removed an important process native grasses need to thrive, Devyn Friedfel, Pepperwood’s assistant preserve manager, tells us. Friedfel is warm and personable, and his intimate knowledge and passion for this land is infectious. The grasses settlers brought from Europe produce more seeds, which allow them to spread rapidly. These transplants are more fire-prone and poorly adapted to regrowth after a conflagration. Purple needlegrass, one of the native species my group is planting, can live over 200 years, and its roots can grow as deep as the oaks are tall. These long tendrils support oak seedlings, especially during droughts, by maintaining moisture in the soil and promoting the transfer of carbon and other nutrients to trees.  

An environmental educator planing native bunch grasses in a burn scar left from an intentional burn
Environmental educator Summer Swallow plants native bunch grasses in a burn scar left from an intentional burn at Pepperwood Preserve.
Stephanie Beard

We break up into groups of three. After removing the thistles, I dig slender holes in the soil, while the two women in my group — a nurse and a copyright specialist — gently remove the grass seedlings from their nests and place the footlong shoots in the soil. 

This restoration project, like most stewardship decisions at Pepperwood, was designed with the guidance of a Native advisory council. Five years ago, Michael Gillogly, who manages Pepperwood Preserve, and Clint McKay walked through this forest to discuss the council’s priorities, research, and the traditional Indigenous practices that could be incorporated here. Gillogly, who has been caring for and living on this preserve since 1994, also consulted a staff ecologist, wildlife specialist, and a forester before writing a detailed prescription for this area. 

In 2019, a crew with chainsaws came through to prune large trees, take out every Douglas fir less than 10 inches in diameter and some bigger ones crowding out oaks, and remove brush growing alongside large trees. Volunteers then built and burned piles, learning how to work with beneficial fires and return nutrients to the earth. 

Community engagement and education is an important aspect of the work. Nearly every week, Pepperwood guides lead hikes or workshops with landowners, urbanites, park managers, environmentalists, and young people. “You don’t change people’s opinions by preaching or hitting them over the head on social media,” McKay, whose workshops almost always sell out, told me. “I believe in small steps: Come and visit. See how we thin and prune to prepare for fire. See how we work after the fire.” 

McKay brings Indigenous perspectives to nearly every aspect of programming: research, thinning and native plant uses, public education, and making Pepperwood more welcoming to Native people. Last year, for the first time in over 100 years, the council returned cultural burns to Pepperwood. Currently, the focus is on repopulating the land with more of the edible and medicinal native plants essential to sustaining Wappo culture.  

Today, most researchers agree that addressing a catastrophic wildfire problem requires a new path — one rooted in both modern science and Indigenous knowledge and practices. Pepperwood provides a promising model of what this work looks like when organizations hire and actively engage Indigenous communities in their work. The nonprofit serves as a research hub where scientists, land stewards, and Indigenous members collaborate; it’s also a public education venue and a place that works actively to restore the connection between the land and its original inhabitants.

As a result of this approach, Pepperwood receives relatively little pushback against its thinning and burning. It also offers an unusually high number of hands-on workshops focused on forest stewardship and Indigenous culture in addition to the traditional approach of hikes focused on appreciation of animals and plants. 

“How can we begin to move toward ecological and cultural sustainability if we cannot even imagine what the path feels like?” Robin Wall Kimmerer asks in Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge, and the Teachings of Plants. A member of the Citizen Potawatomi Nation, Kimmerer is also a professor of environmental and forest biology at the State University of New York, where she has found that most students who grew up confronting the loss of biodiversity struggle to find examples of positive interactions between nature and humans. 

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The author with a chainsaw near her home in rural California.
Mike Stern
Leaning against the trunk of an oak tree
The author leaning against the base of an oak tree.
Mike Stern

Weeding, planting, pruning, and using beneficial fires — in preserves like Pepperwood, our favorite parks, urban community gardens, and suburban yards — can help us develop a positive relationship with nature, Kimmerer writes. Tending forests and grasslands can help transform us from consumers of nature to stewards who express gratitude for the clean air, water, biodiversity, and beauty it offers in exchange. 

Later that afternoon, the three of us plant our last seedling. We stand up to take in the gradual change happening around us. It’s a small project, but the effect on our psyche is immeasurable. For a few hours, we contributed to building a healthier, more resilient forest. As our workday comes to an end, I settle in the roots of a black oak. Its trunk is warm and stable, and, like every oak since that distant tree in Latvia that has ever provided me with shade and comfort, it renews my sense of endurance and possibility. As people gather their tools and begin to leave, I linger, asking for this oak’s continued guidance on how to pay closer attention to its needs and the well-being of the entire forest community. 

This story was originally published by Grist with the headline Why loving trees sometimes means cutting them down on Aug 17, 2023.

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In Jackson, Mississippi, a water crisis that never ends

One year after the water system in Jackson, Mississippi, failed during heavy flooding — precipitating one of the highest-profile municipal public health crises in recent U.S. history — officials are telling residents that their water is safe to drink. But these claims have failed to restore Jacksonians’ trust in the system: Last week, two local advocacy organizations filed an emergency petition with the Environmental Protection Agency, or EPA, requesting interim relief from persistently poor water quality and a greater degree of public involvement in plans to update the infrastructure. 

The petition follows a press conference in mid-June, during which Jackson Mayor Chokwe Antar Lumumba announced a new initiative to distribute water filters to customers of the city’s beleaguered water system.

The federal government had been generous in providing critical funding to repair the system, he said, “but none of this will make any difference if we don’t restore the confidence within our residents,” many of whom were still buying bottled water. Providing filters, particularly to vulnerable people like pregnant women and families with young children, might help convince residents to use their taps again, he reasoned. 

The speech landed him in federal court a week later, where a judge expressed concern that his comments contradicted the progress that had been made since the court had appointed a third-party manager, Ted Henifin, to oversee the city’s water system after its treatment plants failed last August. 

“There is no health risk drinking the water that I’m aware of,” Henifin told the court on June 21. “We really need to be careful with messaging about the water.”

These assurances seem to contradict the experiences of many Jackson residents. In court testimony and interviews with Grist, residents described chronic odors and discoloration in their tap water, which has persisted even after the water manager’s remarks in June. In the petition filed last week, local groups also claimed that officials have failed to adequately account for numerous sources of lead and bacteria that could be contaminating the city’s water supply.

“Due to inadequate corrosion control, the downplay of historical lead contamination risk, failure to identify the locations of lead service lines, and the continued delay in rehabilitating microbial treatment processes, Jacksonians have no confidence in [Henifin’s] sweeping statements that Jackson’s tap water is safe for all,” the petition read. (The EPA has not yet responded publicly to the petition; when approached to comment for this story, Lumumba’s office referred Grist to Henifin, who did not respond to requests for comment.)

Jackson made national headlines last August after torrential rain caused the pumps at its main water treatment facility to fail, forcing local officials to distribute bottled water to the city’s 180,000 people. But the problem long predates that high-profile event. Jackson’s residents have endured years of low-pressure taps and rolling notices recommending that they boil their water before use. In March 2020, the EPA issued an emergency order warning that the water system could contain elevated levels of bacteria such as E. coli. Four years before that, state officials identified elevated lead levels in the drinking water. 

The problem has its roots in decades of disinvestment and discriminatory neglect. After Congress passed the 1964 Civil Rights Act, which cemented the integration of schools and public spaces, white residents began to leave town. Between 1980 and today, the population of white residents dropped from 52 percent to 15 percent. Today, Jackson is more than 80 percent Black and 1 in 4 people live in poverty, according to data from the U.S. Census. 

The eroded tax base has made it difficult for city officials to perform much-needed repairs on the city’s water system, parts of which are more than a century old. Donald Cohen, executive director of the nonprofit research group In the Public Interest, told Grist that many poor cities around the country struggle to upgrade their water systems, because residents cannot afford high utility rates, and the tax base is insufficient to supplement that revenue.

In Jackson, matters are made worse by a growing antagonism between Republican Governor Tate Reeves and Lumumba, the Democratic mayor. Prior to becoming governor, Reeves used his power as state treasurer to block efforts to update the capital city’s infrastructure. As governor, he has routinely rejected legislation that would raise money for water-system improvements. (The governor’s office did not respond to multiple requests for comment.)

“There’s a political component to what’s going on in Jackson,” said Cohen. “It’s a red war on a blue city, and it’s a white war on a Black city. Both of those things are true.”

After Jackson’s pumps failed last August, a federal court appointed Henifin, an engineer by training, to oversee the city’s water system. Lumumba has called Henifin “instrumental” in lending his expertise to repair the water system, and advocates that Grist spoke to said they had felt hopeful that matters would improve when he entered the picture. However, they quickly felt boxed out of the process and frustrated by what they perceived as a lack of transparency.

“There is a sense of you’re giving all this power to one person without including people who are from here in this process,” said Brooke Floyd, co-director of the Jackson People’s Assembly at the People’s Advocacy Institute, one of the organizations involved in the petition. During a public meeting in March, Henifin said that the court had given him “really really broad authority, probably more than I would have given myself.” Earlier this month, Henifin was also put in charge of the city’s sewer system, which has at least 215 leaks that pour wastewater into the streets of some neighborhoods. 

In their letter to the EPA, the petitioners allege that Henifin has repeatedly failed to meaningfully engage the community, which has resulted in decisions that are against the wishes of Jacksonians, such as taking steps towards privatizing the water system. Earlier this year, he incorporated JXN Water Inc., the body formed to overhaul the city’s water system, effectively shielding it from public disclosure laws. Research has shown that private water systems have, on average, better water quality than public utilities, but they tend to be more costly to customers and more opaque, both factors that could harm officials’ efforts to restore trust in the Jackson community.

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The O.B. Curtis Water Treatment Plant on August 31, 2022, in Jackson, Mississippi. Brad Vest via Getty Images

A section of the petition addresses Henifin’s statements to the court in June about the water being safe to drink. Floyd told Grist that the same week that Henifin made those claims, the water in her tap was discolored and “stuff was floating in it.” Her family has had to rely on huge water jugs that they buy from Office Depot — a luxury, she added, that many households can’t afford.

In a declaration submitted to the EPA alongside the petition last week, Jackson resident Danyelle Holmes said that every few months, there comes a week when her tap water runs brown and smells like eggs. During a court hearing in July, another resident said that when she leaves town, her and her son’s eczema improves. Shemeka Cavett, who’s lived in Jackson all her life, told Grist that all summer long, she’s filled two garbage bags a week with emptied water bottles. Sometimes, she said, her tap water is the color of tea. When she washes her face with it, she breaks out. 

“I still don’t trust it after boiling it,” she said. “If the water is a different color, you can’t get that out.”

The poor water quality could be stemming from multiple sources, the petitioners wrote. Old hookups and bad plumbing in the city’s water distribution network could be leaching lead into some neighborhoods’ tap water, but a lack of access to sampling data has kept residents in the dark about the degree of their potential exposure. As of Henifin’s last quarterly report, the city’s main water treatment plants still did not have optimal corrosion control equipment, an important safeguard against lead contamination.

Last month, JXN Water Inc. reported two water quality violations at that facility to the state. In 2020, the EPA issued an emergency order stating that Jackson’s water system had failed to meet federal filtration and disinfection standards, elevating the risk of bacteria such as E. Coli and Giardia in local taps. In his latest report, Henifin has said that work on the local filtration system is ongoing, but that no completion date could be established. 

A lack of access to clean water disrupts almost every aspect of life, said Makani Themba, a local activist. When the water quality is low, people are scared to shower or wash their hands often. One recent study connected boil water alerts in Jackson to higher rates of unexcused absences in schools. Pregnant people and children are particularly vulnerable to the lead exposure, while the  elderly and immunocompromised are at a greater risk for microbial contamination. The advocates’ petition suggests that in light of these risks, residents with compromised water be given bottled water or temporary relocation funds. 

“Water is life,” Themba told Grist. “That’s really why it was important to file this emergency petition to seek some relief while the residents of Jackson are going through all this.”

Federal relief is on the horizon, but it won’t be nearly enough to meet residents’ needs. In June, President Biden announced that Jackson will be receiving $115 million to improve its water system. The funds are part of a wider $600 million package approved by Congress in the latest federal budget. The money will be used for a range of improvements including fixing leaks in the pipes and ensuring adequate pumping to keep a safe level of pressure in taps. The distribution of funds will be overseen by the EPA under the Safe Drinking Water Act. But Mayor Lumumba has estimated that it would take approximately $2 billion to completely overhaul the city’s water system.

EPA Administrator Michael Regan visited Jackson in November 2021 on his “Journey to Justice tour,” a survey of communities across the South dealing with issues of environmental justice, a term that refers to the disproportionate levels of pollution experienced by low income people and communities of color. Floyd recalls meeting Regan during the tour, and said that his visit was an opportunity for places like Jackson to have a platform to hold regulators accountable. But now, she added, the question is whether they will get the job done.

Is the federal government’s action “just going to be performative, or is environmental justice really going to be served?” she wondered aloud. “It’s on the community and the people to really make sure that they follow through.”

This story was originally published by Grist with the headline In Jackson, Mississippi, a water crisis that never ends on Aug 17, 2023.

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When We Are Ruins, Dance on Us

Imagine 2200, Grist’s climate fiction initiative, publishes stories that envision the next 180 years of equitable climate progress, imagining intersectional worlds of abundance, adaptation, reform, and hope. 

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We, the ancient Supreme Court of Singapore, do not believe in local ghosts. We believe in order and justice. We believe in the old way of things.

Unfortunately, the way of things is not in our favor these days.

During the riots, those who were still here wanted to destroy us. That is quite literally what they said. We knew our history; we knew that our makers had created us for a noble reason—justice, no matter what those others might call it. But we are stones, and we cannot talk or defend ourselves. So after they had gone around looting and yelling and running amok across the rest of the half-abandoned island, they finally came down to us, their anger still simmering hot, and declared with brazen certainty that they were going to tear us down. 

They could have destroyed us quite easily, ironically, with our maker’s other tools — long reach excavators, some chains, or just a good old Paveway IV bomb to go on and get it out of their system — but, in that chaotic, history-obtuse time, they went and decided to lay down the weapons of large-scale construction. It was an improvised response to the practical kind of question that other men — our makers, their allies, and their descendants — kept asking them in response to their demands: If you stop using fossil fuels tomorrow, how will you eat? Communicate? Build anything? But they were stubborn. Through sheer fury and idealism, they cut short the supply chain’s long tongue in the span of just sixty days — Later see how was their word of the day. Indeed “later,” a decision was made, or rather they couldn’t make up their minds: they left us standing.

As for the tools, they took them away, all those cranes and pipes and concrete bricks, claiming they were the new owners and that they intended to take the place of the bosses they had chased out with their violence. They wanted to reinvent everything. We even heard that they meant to throw production out the window entirely in the long run. That they might turn those tools into playrooms, laundry poles, ladders, and who knows what else besides.

Ridiculous! As if they did not know that to build is to destroy, that every society needs momentum, needs more, full stop, always. 

By the time the riots came, it had already been over a century since our makers had left us behind, during a show named Independence. They left but we stayed, and through us, parts of their teachings remained. We kept their ideals, securing them in our high ceilings. Before the island’s gradual abandonment, and then the riots, reduced us to this nothing — mere stones arranged with rot, space, scars — we were a Court, and then after that we were refurbished to become a highly respected and beloved Museum. We were the building where justice and history happened. We housed truth and order, the pieces of a sane narrative that allowed life to be lived. 

* * *

Many decades later, we were awakened by the pattering of a child’s feet on the floor of our main hall. They were wobbly, those steps, first imbued with the ill-feigned bravado of the young, then slowed soon by puzzlement. She was curious about us, and us about her. It had been a vast, sleepful century since anything human had walked through us, and it felt to us the way being tickled right on the collarbone might feel to you.

She was not alone. Soon after she had tread through the main hall, more little feet followed. They were even less certain but they were trusting of this girl, the sound of her bare feet (we shuddered) scarfing our marble halls, across the foyer and its black and formerly white tiles. Only one of the children stopped to read the engraving on the ground, obstinately clear despite the years and dirt:

HIS EXCELLENCY
SIR THOMAS SHENTON WHITELEGGE THOMAS
G.C.M.G.O.B.E 
GOVERNOR & COMMANDER IN CHIEF
STRAITS SETTLEMENTS
LAID THIS STONE
IN THE FIRST YEAR OF THE REIGN OF
HIS MAJESTY KING GEORGE IV
1ST APRIL 1937

Well, to be honest, we could not tell if he could read. (Were they still teaching their children to do that?) We simply noted his pause. Then he was off again, following the little group as they scuttled through us. What a strange and pleasant sensation it was to have bodies, again, pacing our floors — especially with that energetic, unrestrained curiosity of youth. To be sure, they did not look up at the dilapidated sky bridges, nor did they glance once toward old City Hall. We doubted very much they knew what we represented. But we thought, now that they were here, that they might very well learn something from us yet.

The children began to run, delighted now by our strangeness and our echoes, up and down and through, until they reached the old holding cells. 

Once patched up for visitors, the narrow cells now stood stale and scuffed. Admittedly these were not the finest rooms in the building, and we felt a little embarrassed. One of them, a taller boy with teeth slightly too large for his mouth, pulled at the metal door, enjoying its extravagant creak. “What is this one for?” he asked, peering in.

“A toilet, silly,” said another, pointing to the hole in the ground. She entered the cell and jumped up on the bench inside, her long black braids swinging. She looked at our tiled walls, stale and dirty but as unmarked as the day they were unveiled for the Museum.

“No lah, look,” said the taller boy outside, grabbing the door and shutting it from the outside with a loud clang. He grinned wide, his big teeth glinting in the musty air. The girl with the braids laughed and jumped off the bench. But when she reached the door she frowned. “How to open?”

“Cannot!” shouted Big Teeth, a little gleeful. He held onto the handle on his side. Around him, the three other children looked uncertain.

Braids and Big Teeth looked at each other through the gate, her expression incredulous. Slowly she reached a hand to the smooth metal on her side, opposite which there was a lock and handle.

She pushed on the gate so that it rattled. We waited for the boy to push back against it and laugh again. 

But he opened it. She remained in the doorframe and ran a finger delicately over the rust, in the manner of curious children who do not know how to distinguish what is good for them from what might kill.

“My grandpa says last time here they locked people up,” Big Teeth said. “His great-uncle even they locked, one time.”

“Why?” she asked.

“He says they used rope last time to kill him,” he said. “They put it round his neck.”

“But why?”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Drugs,” he said in a shocking, malicious whisper. “They killed people for drugs.”

The five of them looked at the bench, as if trying to imagine the individuals who once had sat there for their crimes. In the quietness our holiness imposed itself for a second, but the spell broke when the littlest screamed that he, too, was going to lock them up, and began trying to push two of the older ones into the cell. They yelled back and swatted him like a fly.

“Stop it lah you, we’re not playing!” hissed Braids. 

The littlest stopped pushing, then threw his head back and laughed, his mirth boiling over, rolling around through his round cheeks and tiny teeth. The older ones did not join in. They kept staring at the bench.

“Imagine if you died here,” murmured another child who hadn’t spoken yet, a scrawny one with droopy eyelids.

Braids frowned.

At that moment, there was a change in the still air and we felt something slither in, something not quite as human and solid as the children before us. Oh — this was strange. As we have said, we do not believe in local ghosts. We are God-fearing, Queen-serving solids. But there are situations in which we can sense what you might call a presence, which probably has to do with the regional humidity and heat, and we feel a little uneasy. A local might describe this in supernatural terms. They might turn to possession as an explanation for what suddenly caused Big Teeth to peel his lips back again, to reveal a smile mad and macabre.

To us, it was quite clear that the boy was unwell.

“They say your ancestors last time did this to us,” he said, his voice clear and high. He was looking right at Braids.

“They say your ancestors locked us up and made us work long hours for pennies.

“Are you reading a story?” asked the very little child, unafraid.

“No,” said Braids quietly. “He’s talking about the past.”

It was as if we could feel the old ghosts circling around them, whispering from our unstable joints. We wanted to see the accusations, the cries. We wanted to see justice take shape, or worse, to see what would befall in its absence.

The four children eyed Big Teeth, who stared back. The air grew thick. We waited for blood. We waited for Braids to rush up and shake him, clench her teeth and say I’m leaving you here alone to rot, poor crazy idiot

But blood did not come. Big Teeth gave a wary sigh and brought a hand to his face, as if to hide his fury, or his shame. 

“I’m bored,” declared Braids loudly, and we thought we heard her voice tremble just a little. She gave Big Teeth a long, beseeching look.

He thought for a second. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s go.”

We thought we could feel the ghosts shifting too. We thought they seemed as uneasy, as unimpressed as us, but it might have been our own projections.

* * *

As we said, we do not believe in local ghosts. Nevertheless, after that visit from the children, they became more and more apparent to us, until we could not really deny them, much as we disapproved of their activities. It eventually became the ghosts’ custom to occasionally gather on our steps to smoke and dish extensively. This is how we would hear about the way the rest of society was declining, far from the eyes of our makers and from our own ability to witness their developments — if you could call them that.

Those local spirits, a diverse group of various ghouls and imps, dripping in oil and blood, would sit under our arches while talking with increasing gusto about the changes up in the rest of the island. Our area — formerly known as the Central Business District — was now a humid, hopeless ruin, overrun with vines and mangroves. We were now part cemetery, part natural sea rise defence. Talk about imaginative architecture. On the inland side, we had been sealed off from humanity. Between us and the closest organised society of Men was a thick patch of fruit trees — durian, mango, rambutan — dotted as well with mushroom pods and other little gardening projects. (From what the ghosts said, it sounded like they had also tried their hand at larger farming experiments — rice and soy — but it hadn’t gone so well. No surprise there, since the heat and soil were no good for that anymore.) Although our human visitors were few, we were regularly visited by creatures of increasing and surprising variety: mouse deer, lizards, birds. Those pests were not important. What we wanted to know was what was going on with the men.

So when those rambunctious ghosts — hantu, as they called them — gathered, we listened hungrily for details of what lay beyond, concerning the men. What we heard sounded like a whole hodgepodge of disorder unravelling — shop floor meetings, tree houses, deranged bicycles, hours and hours of primitive debate disguised as elections. The experiment was spoiling. It was no wonder, we thought. Before the riots, before things had started to go bad, the island had bloomed with petrochemical and financial glory. The original system had withered crisis after crisis until at last the government began to worry that the accounting would slip out of their control. The bills were becoming too steep to justify the continuation of the old order — they began moving citizens out, leaving in place a minimal corporate structure to keep the economy running and allowing guest workers from undeveloped countries to keep coming in. And then the cuts came, the food restrictions, the expansions of the dormitories. The administrative shell they left was well-thought-out, but it was fragile, and in the end, it was the death of one worker that set off  the riots — a long-winded series of events which were more rampage than revolution, in our opinion. We wondered whether things could have been different if those others had not left, whether there was anything here still worth saving. Mostly, we were despondent, accepting our fate as the lonely ruins of a former civilisational glory.

The ghosts’ discourse was far less grandiose. They liked to talk about the dynamics among the men — who was mucking about with who, who was upset about someone else’s faster-growing crop, so on and so on. They were devisers of mischief, trying to figure out how to sow even more discord in the miserable dwellers’ lives.

In the corner saying nothing was the hantu raya, the most powerful of the lot. Eyes glowing red against his shadowy non-body, nursing a bottle of ethereal hibiscus drink, he leaned silently against the wall as the rest of them cackled and squabbled away. Once in a while he would tap the tiles of our floor with his non-foot, as if to test that our structures would hold. We understood that in the taxonomy of local myths, he was one who could disburse limitless power to the hungry and the greedy, often at a steep cost. He could shapeshift and enter a person’s consciousness, taking over their actions and erasing their memory of it. So went the common lore, at least. At social gatherings, the hantu raya was more of a wallflower.

After their parties the hantu would disperse, some going back to their indefinite naps in the thick of the mangrove, a few others strolling to the populated areas to hang on to a semblance of relevance in this new world, trying to recognise themselves in the stories people passed around.

It was clear to us that they seemed as lost as we did in this new system of life. Maybe this would always be what humans would do to memories they did not like: stuff them in a sweaty mangrove until the ants and sunshine took them.

* * *

Why were we spared? Opinions differ. All we know is that, at the end of the people’s rampage — most of which we heard of, but did not see — liberating men from their dormitories and their cells, taking tools from warehouses, and so on — they arrived before us and said we were to be destroyed.

Then they stood, uncertain, before our hallowed steps. Just as those children would, centuries later. They were led only by sentiment. Our height and whiteness made them spellbound. By our silence, we were giving them one last chance to enter and convict themselves.

Aiyah, quickly let’s go, said one. Later we can burn down some more.

It’s stone, said another, It’s so big. Are we really just going to go destroy everything, just because we can?

It’s not like the statue, said a third. That one just needs rope to tear down what.

In unison the group’s heads turned away from us and toward our brother, the statue of our maker’s first leader, who stood, once white and polished, now a bit smeared with soot but still tall, unbowed. Even in their fervour his dignity impressed them. They could not help but think of them, our makers, our past braided with their future.

After a while, they left. We do not know why, but they decided to keep us — and him — standing.

We heard there was more violence, more repression, after those sixty days. Or maybe it was not exactly violence. Whatever it was — it was sticky, long, and angry. Maybe the whole world experienced it, this summer of riots. We sighed and raised our eyebrows at them, because anger is not our kind of emotion. Our killing had been efficient and purposeful. Whatever we destroyed, we always built over with something superior. History was better when it was a line.

Timidly, their so-called electeds decided at last to turn the entire Central Business District into a “living museum,” returning to “inaugurate” us. At this, we rolled our marble eyes. The lack of order and planning! Honestly, over the blink of a century, that place was slipping back to being a sleepy little fishing village right before us and there was nothing we could do about it. For years, nobody came to visit us. 

The next time we saw any of the men, they were trying to get rid of us again — or what we stood for, rather. It went terribly. They did not enter us. They decided to settle their disputes in a different way, and of course there was violence. There wasn’t enough food from the gardens and they couldn’t agree on what to do about it. Then the bickering started and grew, turning to physical blows, until somebody collapsed, blood trickling from his mouth onto our steps. 

The second time they came to try to get rid of us, it was still too fresh in their minds, the pain of being left behind, of being those designated unworthy of survival. They had tried to teach compassion to their children and to each other but it was difficult when the environment was so hostile. We knew what hunger did, we had always known what it would do. We knew that you couldn’t share what was scarce; that was why property was essential. We watched knowingly as the men sat and tried to talk out their problems in the deadly heat. Your air conditioners are sputtering and your solar batteries are falling apart. You can’t feed yourselves. It won’t be long until you start tearing each other apart.

But they survived, and we survived. Our brother’s features grew smooth and browned with dirt. The vines grew over us. People stopped visiting. We were the dregs of the civilised world and we, the old Supreme Court, were holding on to our wholeness under the sun, hosting gossipy ghosts and listening to their stories of an experiment evolving in this wilderness: children getting their own way, complicated systems of barter, new days and traditions to mark different things.

We lost count, actually, of the number of ways and times we listened to stories about the men trying to pursue justice without recourse to us. Sometimes we overheard them as they walked among the fruit trees and sometimes we heard about it from the ghosts. But most of the time we did not receive any visitors. No one came to us for any reason — not to remember, nor reflect, nor rethink.

 When those children came in and ran through us and to the holding cells it had been so, so long since we had been in touch with humans. We thought we still had something to give them, but then, before we could understand what had happened, they left.

* * *

Years later they would be back. Big Teeth and Braids, though now the braids seemed shorter and the teeth more proportional. She screeched her bike to a halt and he slowed his down behind her just a few seconds later. When he got off his bike, we noticed he had a limp.

We tried to imagine their lives on the other side of the fruit trees. Were they a couple? A pair of unmarried artist anarchists living together in a tree house? Her working as a bike fixer, him a gardener? We were so starved for information, and all we ever got were the tales spun by those ghosts that sounded so impossibly sunny, so full of sparkles, that to see men in the flesh, actually walking toward our crumbling self, seemed like a drunken impossibility. The words we heard from the ghosts were things like: worker’s councils, vertical gardens, moon readings. Now we looked at the men to see what marks of weakness we could find, and we saw plenty. There was the boy’s limp, the girl’s tired look. Their skin bore the mark of the sun.

They stood before us, taking in our silence. Half of us had crumbled in a recent storm. We were not well.

“Remember one time we came here as kids?” he murmured.

She nodded, looking at us with pity. “So strange,” she said. “I’m not sure if this is a good idea.”

“We can still go.”

She threw him a look, as if to say she would not consider it. “Do you need a second before we go in?” she asked.

He nodded and sat down under one of the arches, looking out at the thick grass beyond. She squatted down beside him.

“It’s really very green,” he said.

“Yeah.”

“How are you feeling?”

She shrugged, her face hard. “The same.”

“Ok.” 

They sat for a while. Then he said: “I’m ready.”

They stood up and walked into us. Again, that slight tickle. As soon as they entered the air changed. It was as if it were charged with something, either history or spirits or justice — a kind of pulse that gave the very space its old sense of grandeur, if only a hint of it.

She walked around in us, slowly this time. Not rushing as she did as a child. She stopped at the inscription and frowned. She arched her neck and looked at the pieces of the sky bridges that remained. She walked around in our ruins, as if she were looking for something. We did not understand. Neither did he: “What are you looking for?”

“I was just wondering how they did it before,” she said softly. “I mean, because no one ever got rid of all this.”

He looked as if he were about to say something, then stopped himself and hung back, watching his friend walk around with that crazed dedication of the grieving.

After a long while she wandered back to him. “I don’t know,” she said finally, laughing a little self-consciously. “I thought maybe there’s something I could find here that could — do something? Bring him back? Help me sleep?”

He nodded.

“But, I mean, he’s dead,” she said. “Still.”

“Yeah,” he said.

“I was looking for inspiration.”  

“Yeah?”

“I was remembering when we were trying to figure out this place as kids. When we visited the … you know. I know it’s fucked up.”  

“Maybe.” His voice was soft, and he held her gaze evenly. We couldn’t tell what it meant, that look. They must have both been thinking about the holding cells, those empty suggestions that spoke loudly above their heads. “You’re saying you want punishment?”

“I guess,” she sighed. “Yes. No. I don’t know. I keep thinking about the fire in the garden and if they had just been more careful about putting everything away. I keep thinking if we had had the medicine — ”

“No one had medicine that year.”

“I know.” She dropped her gaze to the ground.

“What do you want?”

“I want to fix everything,” she said, through her teeth. “I want someone to pay for it. I want to stop bloody feeling like this.”

“Ok.”

Just then, we thought we could see, barely perceptible, the shadow of the hantu raya growing larger on the wall. His red eyes glowing.

The boy asked again: “What do you want?”

Her shoulders dropped. “I want to sleep without dreaming. I just want to fall asleep without thinking about food, and to sleep without dreaming, and I want to wake up after the sun is up already.”

Then she moved to him and collapsed into his chest, and he held her close. They stood there, in the empty hall. The hantu raya growled and skulked away.

“How about we use my plot together for the next week?” he suggested. “I’ll go talk to them. Maybe they can give us seeds or something. See how can we work this out.”

She gave a sceptical growl of assent. “Guess that’s all we can keep doing.”

He laughed and nodded.

“Can we go outside?” she asked, pulling away from him. “This place is damn ulu. Every time it’s like I’m seeing a ghost or something.” As they walked out she added: “We really should just tear it down.”

Well, Braids, we don’t like you either. We’re both just stuck here.

As they walked away we wondered if the shadow we saw on the wall — the hantu raya — was in fact our own. We wondered when we had started telling ourselves local stories and why. To entertain ourselves? To stay in tune with the world? To be less lonely?

They escaped and we felt them run out of us, like air fleeing a balloon. The rush of youth, and then stillness. We wanted to call out to them and tell them to come back, that there was still so much to relearn. So many tools we could tell them about: the excavators for digging, the robes for wearing, the key for locking, and the rope for hanging. Was it not fun, once? Was it not good?

But they were far out and away in the too-hot sun, and we are stones and we can’t talk. We watched them stretch out in the grass. No doubt they would go back home to their parents and their little community homes built in the skeletons of wealth, working in their little collectives, exhausting themselves running in place and amassing nothing, going nowhere, eating skinny local soups and watching sunsets and staying stagnant on the face of an Earth  that had once bestowed us with such magical riches that our makers could not bear to disrespect her with lack of ambition. Far from the centre of those homes, we could only guess what they were like. What we had heard was not encouraging. It sounded too much like an unsustainable pleasure.

As long as we are here, we will not be able to tell our story the way our makers would have told it, if they were still here. After all, we are only stones. When it is told, the story has a different color now. It is no longer the flag-waving epic it once was. It is carried over the land by scuttling ants and shy mimosa plants. It is told by the grass whispering all over our sagging structures, the wind washing away sins, the waves adding salt to the air, the cracks appearing between our parts, plus something or someone that we cannot quite make out, or cannot quite believe in, something speaking over us, in our voice, through those cracks, onto the overgrown land, saying, over and over again — we’re sorry, we’re sorry, we’re sorry.


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M Jesuthasan is a writer and fact-checker based in Marseille, France. His reporting has appeared in The Guardian, The Nation, Rest of World, and New Naratif among others. His creative fiction and non-fiction has appeared in Asian American Writer’s Workshop and Electric Literature.




Christian Blaza is a freelance illustrator based in New Jersey.


This story was originally published by Grist with the headline When We Are Ruins, Dance on Us on Aug 17, 2023.

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Housing on Maui is scarce. Where will fire survivors go?

When a hurricane or a wildfire strikes the continental United States, survivors tend to spread out over dozens or even hundreds of miles, moving into hotels and apartments wherever they find them. Meanwhile, the Federal Emergency Management Agency, or FEMA, hauls in hundreds of trailers to provide shelter in the disaster zone.

Such efforts on Maui after last weekʻs deadly wildfires will be far more challenging. The island is only 735 square miles, and much of it is mountainous, which will make it difficult to find temporary homes for all the survivors. To make matters worse, the blazes on the island have destroyed upward of 2,200 structures, putting further pressure on an already strained housing market.

Furthermore, Hawaiʻi is more than 2,500 miles from the continental U.S., which will make it much harder for the federal government to provide supplemental housing. And unlike in other states, residents can’t just drive to the next-closest hotels and apartments —they have to buy plane tickets and show ID to reach other islands or the continental U.S.

Lynette “Pinky” Iverson, who fled Lahaina when the homes on her street caught on fire, told Grist that a FEMA convoy moved her earlier this week into the Royal Lahaina Resort hotel, just down the street from the burn area. 

The people that are coming in after me, I’m looking at them, they’re teary eyed,” she told Grist. “They’re devastated, almost like zombies. As far as housing, I have no idea what the next step is. A lot of people are choosing to leave the island.”

In a press conference on Maui earlier this week, FEMA’s top official acknowledged that the agency will struggle to provide temporary shelter.

“We are working very closely with the governor to better understand all available options, whether that means longer term, we bring in tiny houses or our transitional housing units,” said administrator Deanne Criswell, who has led the agency since 2021. “We are not going to be able to rely on all of the traditional programs that we do in the continental United States.” 

FEMA’s first response after a disaster is to place survivors in hotels and short-term rentals, reimbursing property owners at a flat rate. The agency covers these temporary housing costs for 18 months after a disaster occurs. 

Given the size of its tourism industry, Maui has a larger concentration of hotels and vacation rentals most places in the U.S. Before the fires, the island had more than 20,000 hotel rooms, as well as thousands of Airbnbs and other options, although many of them were in the historic Lahaina area that sustained the worst fire damage.

Hawaiʻi Governor Josh Green said in a video posted on Twitter Wednesday afternoon that the state had made more than 1,000 hotel rooms and 1,000 Airbnb units available, and was setting aside a few hundred of them for disaster workers. The state had already filled up a hotel with victims and was working to fill up another.  

In the weeks to come, though, the onus will be on hotels to volunteer their rooms, since neither FEMA nor the state government can commandeer them. 

Some started accepting fire refugees of their own accord just days after FEMA activated its reimbursement program. 

“We’ve already been taking people in, and we’re taking a lot more people than usual,” said Kyle Raquel, a front desk attendant at the 87-room Days Inn hotel in Wailea, a beachfront area that didn’t burn during the fires. “We’re calling the tourists who’re supposed to be flying in next week to cancel their reservations so we can make some room for people who actually need the housing.” 

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Richy Palalay, who was born and raised in the town of Lahaina on the island of Maui, shows his “Lahaina Grown” tattoo at an evacuation shelter in Wailuku on Saturday, Aug. 12, 2023.
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It remains to be seen how many hotels will follow suit and forego tourist revenue. A representative from the Four Seasons hotel, a five-star resort in Wailea, told Grist that it is setting aside rooms for survivors and first responders. About two-thirds of Maui’s hotel rooms were occupied in June, according to the state.

Representatives for the Hawaiʻi and Maui County emergency management agencies did not respond to interview requests. In response to questions from Grist, a spokesperson for FEMA said that the agency had registered 620 people for housing assistance so far, and said it was convening a task force to design “innovative sheltering and housing solutions for survivors.” The spokesperson said the agency could provide trailers or supplemental housing only once the state requests it.

“Can we get [temporary housing units] there? Yes, but it’s too early to start talking about a direct housing mission,” said Robert Barker, a spokesperson for FEMA’s West Coast regional office. “Direct housing is not our A, B or C card. It’s typically our F card.”

FEMA has in the past delivered hundreds of trailers (the official term is “manufactured housing units”) to fire and flood areas and even created temporary communities with streets and basic infrastructure. Such was the case after the Camp Fire destroyed Paradise, California, in November, 2018. The following May, FEMA opened a makeshift city in nearby Oroville, providing semi-permanent housing to 40 people.

But temporary housing is difficult to transport, and it sometimes takes months to arrive. That was the case in Louisiana in 2021 after Hurricane Ida, when residents waited three months for trailers. 

Maui’s location will make it even harder. FEMA encountered these difficulties in 2017 when it responded to Hurricane Irma on Puerto Rico and the U.S. Virgin Islands. After determining that it would cost about a quarter-million dollars to ship a single trailer to the Virgin Islands, the agency scuttled plans to provide direct housing to the territory. Hawaiʻi is about twice as far from the continental U.S. as the Virgin Islands.

In testifying before Congress about efforts to restore power after Hurricane Irma, an official from the Department of Energy said in 2018 that the “complicated nature of an island response created significant logistical challenges as well as a response and recovery timeline that is longer than a continental United States disaster.”

Even after any trailers get on the ground, it’s essential that FEMA ensure they’re durable enough to last for months or even years. In past cases, some of them have developed mold after months of use, or exploded due to faulty propane tanks.

Still, direct housing relief will be all the more important in Maui, which was experiencing a severe housing shortage before the fires. Home prices increased by about 35 percent between 2019 and 2022, making it Hawaiʻi’s least affordable county for homeownership. Half of households spent more than 30 percent of their income on rent or mortgages.

West Maui, which includes Lahaina, in particular had a large population of renters and households with more than one family. According to the county’s hazard mitigation plan, 39 percent of housing units in the region were in multi-family developments like apartment buildings, and 16 percent of people lived in crowded quarters, among the highest rates in the county. The fires destroyed a large chunk of that affordable housing, including a 142-unit subsidized apartment complex in Lahaina.

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Hawaiʻi National Guard members direct traffic outside the War Memorial Complex, which is acting as one of the main shelters for Maui’s wildfire survivors. Gabriela Aoun Angueria

“It’s gonna be really tough,” said Cassandra Abdul, the director of Nā Hale O Maui, a Maui-based nonprofit that works to develop permanent affordable housing. “We already have a really critical housing shortage, and it’s horribly expensive to rent. It takes a long time to get housing built here, because everything has to be imported, and the permitting process can take years.”

The lack of available housing will ensure that many victims reside in temporary shelter for months, said Mihir Parikh, a senior program director at Enterprise Community Partners, a national affordable housing nonprofit. 

“The emergency housing sometimes ends up becoming permanent housing,” he said. “Given the lack of availability of land on Hawaiʻi,” he added, “FEMA needs to explore other options, like modular homes, that can be added to over time.” These prefabricated units are anchored in place, unlike trailers, and can provide permanent housing if necessary. Parikh said that the county and state governments should loosen zoning requirements to allow for alternative housing types such as cottages and in-law units.

Abdul says she’s optimistic that the island will recover eventually, but says it will take several years to build enough affordable housing to replace what’s been lost. Nā Hale O Maui lost 15 below-market units during the fire. Without permanent replacements, she said, many people will end up leaving the island once disaster aid runs out.

“I suspect that there are going to be people that are going to move away,” she said. “Whether that’s going to be permanent or temporary, we don’t know.”

Gabriela Aoun Angueira contributed reporting to this story.

This story was originally published by Grist with the headline Housing on Maui is scarce. Where will fire survivors go? on Aug 16, 2023.

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