ANDREW BLACKWELL


Author of VISIT SUNNY CHERNOBYL.

7.23.2010 BP Cleanup Workers Gone Wild

An interesting question to ask yourself when you’re visiting a polluted or otherwise degraded environment—like, say, the site of a disastrous oil spill—is not just what’s being destroyed or lost, but what’s thriving. This can lead to some pretty interesting answers:

That night, dozens of men in race-segregated packs crowd around to watch strippers dance around and then tussle inside the bouncy inflatable ring set up inside Daddy’s Money. Female oil wrestlers need, obviously, to be oiled. Plastic cups full of baby oil are being auctioned off, along with the right to rub their contents all over one of the thong-bikinied gals. “I hope there’s no dispersant in that oil!” someone quips. The bidding before the first match starts at $10; it ends pretty quickly when some kid offers $100.

"He outbid me!" the guy next to me yells. His name is Cortez. He bid $80. He has dollar bills tucked all the way around under the brim of his hat, and piles of them in his fist. He has spent $200 of his $1,000 paycheck already tonight. "I am coming here every Saturday from now on," he says. He gestures expansively at the scene—writhing women; hollering, money-throwing men. "Sponsored by BP!" he yells, laughing, then throws his arms around me and grabs my ass.

BP Cleanup Workers Gone Wild | Mother Jones

Mac McClelland, by the way, is the shit.