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The issue with Miskito divers

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In October, I traveled to Honduras with a news crew from NBC to help them understand the diving issues revolving around Miskito Indians diving for lobster. They often end up paralyzed or dead. The story also profiles an amazing human being, Dr. Elmer Mejia, who has dedicated his professional life to helping these men.  

Much of the background the crew used for the story came from the documentary work I did while working at DAN. They were carrying around copies of articles I wrote for Alert Diver Magazine and had all seen the 10 minute documentary I created while working on my final certificate in the Documentary Arts from the Center for Documentary Studies at Duke University.

Below are links to some of my blog posts from Honduras and my thoughts and observations on the problems. Tomorrow, after the story airs tonight on NBC’s Rock Center, I’ll begin posting behind-the-scene blogs and photos from the trip. It was fun and interesting to travel with the large news crew. And it was also rewarding to see them begin to appreciate the scale of the problem as we traveled around.

Hyperbaric Clinic in La Ceiba

Purpose

Lobster Symposium.

Cayman Revisited

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In 2003 and 2004 I spent several weeks on Grand Cayman. Those trips planted the seed for my first novel, Cayman Cowboys.
I still remember the germ that began to grow with that first book. Steve Barnett was showing me the blowholes on the east end of the island. As we walked across the iron shore–craggy coral exposed to the air and rain–I first imagined what would happen if I fell. Bleeding was sure to commence. Second, my imagination ran to “how scared would someone have to be to run across this stuff”. And from that, a novel was born.
Much of that first book revolves around Sunset House and My Bar. Mainly because that was where I stayed on those first two trips and because it’s a cool, laid-back place with lots of character. This morning, for the first time since Cayman Cowboys was released, I’m back on Grand Cayman. It’s sunny and gorgeous, warm with only the slightest of breezes. I’m staring at the 82-degree flat-calm water in front of me and am about to go make a dive. Just the way I remember it.
I’m working on my next novel and it’s coming along nicely. A lot of the action takes place on an island not far from here, but I don’t want to spoil the surprise. After some major changes in my life, I lost the motivation to write fiction for a while. Major case of writer’s block. But I’ve crossed that hurdle and the words are flowing again.
With each story, I think I get better at writing and creating characters and scenes. But I owe a lot to this place for getting me started writing about diving. That first book wasn’t a work of  high literature, but it’s a fun story. A friend who lived and still works around the island, visiting regularly, told me “it is so Cayman”. I’ll take that.
Will there be a Cayman sequel? Never say never I guess. Who knows what will happen next? I sure don’t.

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Different Perspectives

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Nearly 22 years ago I made my first scuba dives in Summersville Lake in West Virginia. I’ve made hundreds of dives since then in some amazing places, but that freshwater, manmade lake will always hold a special place in my logbook. I often tell people one of my most memorable night dives was there, lying on my back watching my bubbles rise into the reflection of the full moon on the surface.

I’ve also had the opportunity to dive there with my dad. Definitely one of those father/son moments. When I would come into town, we would grab gear and run up there for a day. Not that much to see, but always fun to blow bubbles and bond for a bit.
An interesting factoid about West Virginia is that there are no natural lakes in the state. The terrain is too vertical. There are lakes all over the place, but they all have a dam at one end where men decided to create them—usually as water reservoirs or for flood control. The dams and spill ways that make them work provide an interesting opportunity for divers. Every year, the US Army Corps of Engineers lowers the water level about 80 feet to “winter pool”. This allows them to hold back water in the winter and spring as heavy rains and snows roll through the area, protecting property downstream. But every 10 years they lower the lake even further –about 130 feet—to perform maintenance on the flood gates and other submerged structures.
What better way to look at your familiar dive sites from a totally different perspective? Take the two photos of my dad for example. One is him tying off a dive flag last summer and the second is him standing beside the same rock with the empty lake in the background.
Another photograph shows Battle Run campground where it juts out into the lake. It’s hard to see in this photograph, but near the bottom are a picnic table and some small concrete statues—between the two large rock outcroppings. These were placed there by some divers I happen to know. When the lake is full, they are more than 100 feet underwater.
I think looking at that hole in the ground where water is supposed to be represents my thoughts on my return to West Virginia in general. It is at once familiar and different. Seen through different eyes and from a different perspective, I’m trying to figure out where I fit in again and how I can be involved.

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Changing lives—promises kept

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In June of 2010, I traveled to Puerto Lempira, Honduras to meet with representatives from the Association of Handicapped Miskito Lobster Divers. I wanted to understand the forces that drove them to sacrifice their lives and their health to harvest lobster.

As part of those meetings and discussions, one member of the association told me that other groups had visited with them before, taken pictures and notes and then nothing had come of it. Mentally I promised them that I wouldn’t be one more visitor who simply took from them without giving anything back.
Earlier this month, almost a year to the day from when I visited with the association members, Dr. Elmer Mejia and I conducted training for each of the boat captains so they will better be able to care for divers on board their boats when the inevitable happens. During that training and the accompanying symposium, I also ran into one of the men from the association. We simply said hello, but I wondered if he remembered the discussion we had at the association office.
Dr. Mejia and I also made a series of recommendations that, if enacted, should reduce the risk these divers face daily.  We also recommended that those previously disabled divers should be trained as on-board medics. The idea was that these divers would be dedicated to caring for a diver, and be prepared to administer oxygen, insert a Foley Catheter if necessary and even deliver an IV if it was appropriate. This serves several benefits for the divers. They would have a knowledgeable person on board to take care of them—and someone dedicated to their care, rather than the boat captain. I also can’t think of a better “role model” as a medic than a diver who has been hurt before. “If you don’t want to end up like me, listen to what I say.” That is an extremely powerful testimony.
Overnight, I received word from Dr. Mejia that the boat owners association and the handicapped divers association are working together to make this happen. Small groups of the disabled divers will soon begin traveling to Dr. Mejia’s clinic in La Ceiba to receive 6 weeks of training in diving medicine and caring for injured divers.
As I’ve said many times before there are no easy answers to this problem. But this sure seems like a good start to me.

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Lack of empathy?

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Earlier today, the people who produced the documentary film “Fresh, new thinking about what we’re eating” posted a blog on their website that I wrote about the situation with Harvesting Divers. The documentary film is all about our nation’s food supply and is well worth watching. They are also getting into the realm of sustainable seafood and so they were interested in this topic.

I am grateful for the additional attention this group brought to the issue, bringing it before an entirely new audience. When they posted it, they also posted their link on their Facebook page, again putting the information in front of a new group of people. Read the blog here.

I was surprised, though, by a couple of the comments people posted on Facebook afterward. I realize that not everyone sees the gravity of this situation, understands it, or cares – but this was interesting.

  • How can people working in this industry not understand the dangers?
  • I do sympathize with these divers, but they are making the consious (sic) choice to take this job.
  • For starters, we could reconsider *what* we eat, and take a different job that doesn’t involve taking life like this — yours or the creature’s.
  • Know and respect the dangers… In any line of work! Common sense, too.

The problem is, for most of these men, there aren’t alternatives. They are fishermen. That is all they know. Many are illiterate. They don’t understand what happens to their bodies. Ok, there is actually one alternative – at least for the divers in Honduras. They can get involved in the drug trade, helping to distribute drugs to the US from Colombia.

These are men working in an industrial setting for a company doing hazardous work. I see no difference between this and coal miners in the 20s and 30s, migrant farm workers in the 60s and 70s and sweatshop workers or people working in packing plants today. The only difference is, their actual working environment is even more dangerous –with the exception of the coal mine perhaps.

I just thought we had learned from our mistakes and moved forward, understanding the need for safe working conditions and proper training. I guess not everyone sees things the same way. .

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