I’m speaking to you this week from the shores of the Gulf of California. Being here is one of the few graces of unemployment. The water of the gulf is a deep blue-green. Shrimp boats from Puerto Penasco trawl along the horizon. Closer to shore, pelicans glide and dive, working the surf. Given the setting, it’s no surprise that I’ve got fishing on my mind, but my thoughts are taken by more distant water. I’ve been thinking about the fishing grounds of the Georges Bank, off New England. If there is one place where America’s fishing tradition was born and raised, it was on the Georges Bank. These are the waters fished by Discobolus Troop in Captains Courageous.
The New England fishery reliably produced cod, herring, hake and haddock for three hundred years, surviving everything until huge factory fishing trawlers arrived in the 1960s. One of the worst tragedies of the commons ever visited on this planet followed. The fishery became a free-for-all, and it didn’t stop when the foreign factory boats were kicked out in 1976. It didn’t stop when the cod, haddock and hake stocks plummeted. Fishermen turned to species that had been previously considered “junk fish” – dogfish, bluefish, monkfish – and soon those stocks were exhausted as well. By the early 1980s, in both New England and Maritime Canada, it was like waking up to find the nightmare was true. Tens of thousands of jobs were lost, fishing ports became ghost towns and many people tried to recreate, for the sake of tourists, an imitation of what just a few years before had been a reality.
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Mariachi to the Rescue
I’m speaking this week from Mount Pleasant, a neighborhood in Washington, DC where life is often not as pleasant as the name implies. Mount Pleasant is home to a number of immigrants from Central America who are clinging to the bottom rung of the socio-economic ladder in the nation’s capital. Families try to keep the old ways together – you can see them strolling in the parks on Sunday, dressed in their best clothes, but it’s more common to see men giving in to drunkenness and despair, staggering on the sidewalk.
In the other Washington – Washington state – is the farming community of Wenatchee. In the past 10 years, the Latino population has increased by nearly 500 percent as agricultural workers move to Wenatchee from Mexico, seeking work in the local orchards and farms. Coming into a new society, the farm workers of Wenatchee face the same pressures as the Central Americans of Mount Pleasant. These transitions are particularly difficult for the young, who find themselves in schools that are not only taught in a foreign language, but that have curricula and bureaucracies unlike anything they’ve ever faced before.
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