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January 7, 2020 - 01:10 -- Admin

Allowing the seas to recover from the outrageous assaults of commercial fishing can help heal our own wounded lives.

By George Monbiot, published in the Guardian 2nd
January 2020

It’s going to be a rough year, perhaps the roughest I’ve
ever witnessed. The fatal combination of escalating climate breakdown and the
capture of crucial governments by killer
clowns
provokes a horrible sense of inevitability. Just when we need
determined action, we know that our governments, and the powerful people to
whom they respond, will do everything they can to stymie it.

Witness the disasters in Australia. In mid-December, on the
day the nation’s killer heatwave struck, Rupert Murdoch’s newspaper The
Australian filled its
front page
with a report celebrating new coal exports and a smear story
about the chiefs of the state fire services, who were demanding an immediate
end to the burning of fossil fuels. The response of the Prime Minister, Scott
Morrison, to the escalating catastrophe was to continue his overseas holiday,
fiddling as his country burnt.

Some of the Earth’s largest land masses – Australia, Russia,
the United States, Brazil, China, India and Saudi Arabia – are governed by
people who seem to care little for either humankind or the rest of the living
world. To maintain their grip on power, which means appeasing key oligarchs and
industries, they sometimes appear prepared to sacrifice anything – including,
perhaps, the survival of humanity.

I know that the protesters who made 2019 the year of climate action will
continue to step up. We will do all we can to focus the world’s attention on
the greatest crisis human beings have ever faced. But with hostile governments
blocking a collective, international response to this emergency, the struggle
will feel increasingly desperate.

I admit that I’m feeling quite close to burnout. I believe
resilience is the most useful human quality, and I’ve sought to cultivate it,
but in 2019 I felt my resolve begin to weaken at times, as it has never done
before. Part of the reason is doubtless my continuing health issues: the
repeated complications and procedures that have followed my
cancer treatment
two years ago. Sometimes it’s hard to disentangle the
external and internal sources of despondency.

For many people, there is no such separation. We now know
that people living in heavily polluted places have higher
levels of depression and suicide
: air pollution appears to trigger mental
illness by causing brain inflammation and damage to nerve cells. Research has
also linked well-being with environmental quality: a recent study in Denmark
suggests that people who grew up in places with plenty of green space have a
lower chance of developing a psychiatric disorder than those who were
surrounded only by artificial surfaces, even when all other factors have been
taken into account.

I have tried to keep my eco-anxiety at bay; to box it into
my working life. But every month this becomes more difficult. The rising sense
of panic I feel is entirely rational. We should all be feeling it. But we can’t
live with it through hour of every day.

So my New Year’s resolution is to spend more time on my sea
kayak. It possesses almost miraculous properties: it is a 4-metre, plastic
rejuvenation machine. After a day on the water, ideally paddling as far as I
can, sometimes until the coast is out of sight, I feel ready for anything.

But even across this experience a shadow now falls: my
gathering awareness of what I should be seeing at sea, and its resounding
absence. The shocking and distressing fact is that the waters around the UK
were once among the most abundant on Earth, and are now among the least. Armies
of bluefin tuna once
stormed our coasts
, harrying shoals of mackerel and herring many
miles long
. Halibut the size of barn doors and turbot like tabletops came
into shallow water to feed. Cod commonly reached almost two metres; haddock
grew to a metre. Plaice were the size of road atlases. Pods of fin whales and
sperm whales could be seen from the shore, while Atlantic grey whales, now
extinct, roamed our estuaries. Gigantic sturgeon poured up the rivers to spawn,
pushing through traffic jams of salmon, sea trout, lampreys and shad. On some
parts of the seabed the eggs of the herring lay six feet deep.

Much of the sea floor was covered by a continuous crust of
life: reefs of oysters and mussels, soft corals and sea pens, sea fans and
sponges, peacock worms and anenomes, stabilising the sediments and filtering
the water column, with the result that our seas might
have been crystal clear
. The abundance of everything, if we were to
transport ourselves back a few hundred years, would blow our minds.

Now, on some days, it’s a surprise to see anything. I might,
if I’m lucky, spot a flock of shearwaters, skimming the waves with their
velvety wings, a couple of gannets, a solitary razorbill, the occasional small
baitball. When I kayak in Cardigan Bay, what I hope to find above all else are
dolphins. Sometimes I do, and these days are the
waymarks of my life
. But my sightings seem to have become less common since
scallop dredgers were
allowed back
into even the most “strictly protected” parts of the bay by
the Welsh government, ripping up the seabed and destroying most of the life it
harbours.

The same applies to nearly all the “marine protected areas”
around the UK’s coats. They amount to little more than lines on a map. While
36% of England’s waters are theoretically set aside for wildlife, commercial
fishing – by far the greatest impact on the life of the seas – is excluded from
less than 0.1% of their area. In fact the trawling intensity in “protected” zones
is higher than
in unprotected places
.

It’s all so stupid, so pointless. Commercial fishing is by
far the
greatest cause
of ecological destruction at sea, but produces less income
and employment in the UK than the industries it wrecks. Recreational angling
alone, which is perpetually threatened by the absence of fish, generates
more jobs and money
than commercial fishing. Whale and dolphin watching,
diving and snorkelling would, if allowed to prosper, greatly enhance the
livelihoods of coastal people. And this is to say nothing of the unmeasurable
improvements in the life of everyone connected to a thriving, abundant living
system.

If we stop dragging trawls and dredges through it, the life of the seas would recover with astonishing speed. Because most marine animals are highly mobile during at least one stage of their development, the rewilding of the seas needs little help from humans. But we could make a few useful interventions, such as the possibly crazy but wonderful idea once proposed by two researchers at the University of Central Lancashire of transporting Pacific grey whales to the Atlantic, and the less crazy but equally wonderful idea of reintroducing the Dalmatian pelican – a species that was native to the UK until the Middle Ages. Both species play crucial roles in marine foodwebs, and can fill our lives with wonder.

Recharging nature recharges the human spirit. In 2020, we could all do with some of that.

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