Wednesday, May 30, 2012

H2S Test, Measure Tank, and Treat Water



This photo show two groups of students, all in the 9th grade, trying to determine the volume (by cubic feet) and content of water tanks on campus. They later converted to gallons in the classroom, thereby determining how much Clorox to mix into a contaminated tank.

The lab is part of the pilot curriculum for Science and Marshallese Language Arts being developed at the Marshall Islands High School. The curriculum has, among other things, contributed to the supply of (previously unavailable) safe drinking water on campus.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

It hit home on Earth Day 2012

The article below appeared in edited form in the Huffington Post for Earth Day 2012. Kommol tata to Brook Meakins for making it possible.


When it hits home...
By Mark Stege

Around ten thousand years ago, while a group of 29 high volcanic islands crumbled back below the surface of the Central Pacific Ocean, tiny polyps banded together to form massive coral reef colonies, today known as the coral atoll nation of the Marshall Islands. 

My parents kept a small retail store on one of the 29 atolls when I was very young, and from breakfast to dinner without stopping for lunch, I would swim and play with my cousins on the old bullet-ridden Japanese pier, beside manta rays jumping clear out of the water and Taroa, Maloelap’s signature Terushima Maru listing to port. I still remember falling to sleep imagining that sunken WWII freighter guiding itself closer to dock.

Last week, after sixteen years away, I returned to my childhood playground, normally about 25 minutes by plane but this time 14 hours by boat. I plan to make at least two more trips this year, largely because the people who live there have given me a tremendous gift by electing me to represent them on the Maloelap Atoll Local Council. The first trip will be to collect different varieties of pandanus seedlings to plant on the urbanized capital atoll of Majuro, 100 miles south of Taroa. The pandanus is a deep-rooted tree with nourishing fruit, and is part of our limited arsenal to preserve both culture and coastline.

You see, the earth’s climate is warming, causing incremental increases in sea level sufficient enough for some of my Marshallese friends to liken today’s warning of sea level rise to God’s warning for Moses to “make thee an ark of gopher wood.” As a result, Moses was prepared when sea levels shot up within 40 days and 40 nights. Will there even be a Majuro or a Taroa to speak of in 40 years?

Both my homes are now disappearing. Last week on Taroa, I saw the beaches have begun to creep inland, particularly during king tides. Coconut trees have fallen sideways, and even the Y-shaped pandanus branches now lean seaward, the sandy soil beneath inundated by the expanding ocean.

Climate change has become an all too familiar term for me these past several years. It has altered certain parameters of my imagination, introduced others, even put human existence into perspective. A recent visitor, an oceanographer from the University of Washington who has been studying climatology for the past two decades, told me climate change hit home for him when his airplane touched down on Majuro. Even after an entire term studying and preparing for his upcoming expedition to a place that sits just a foot above high tide, it only struck him how vulnerable places like Taroa actually are upon seeing up close these atolls for the first time. “Are you familiar with the term ‘a canary in a coal mine’?” he asked. All too familiar, I thought.

Thinking of it now, I’m transported back to one youthful day on the Japanese pier on Taroa, when pink and orange clouds bedazzled the horizon. A few of us still remained after another full day swimming alongside manta rays, reluctant to go home. I sat transfixed by the fleeting sun, when a bright green flash of light suddenly burst out just as the sun sank below the waves. I was unsure of how refracted light could emit green amongst such different colors as orange and pink. I’ve only seen the green flash that one time, so I know it is rare.

It may be too late for the people of Taroa to hold back inundation, storm surges, erosion and other natural processes that are now amplified by climate change. But for now, the way I see it, climate change for Taroa will boil down to ensuring healthier coastlines, more sustainable methods of existence, and preparing our children to articulate their own imperiled future on or off these fragile islands.

I’m reminded of plans raised last week on Tarao to establish a community-based Marine Protected Area, specifically to protect a school of mackeral there that traditionally could only be harvested by scooping them out of the water with a special basket made from pandanus roots. Legend has it this school is magical and will never be depleted. It is of little interest to a burgeoning sea cucumber and reef fish trade now under the Marshall Islands government’s oversight, so potentially a good foot in the door for bigger MPA regulations down the road.

My thoughts turn next to how we might possibly convert our sea transport services to wind-and-solar-powered vessels; and how the women who serenaded me as their prodigal son last week requested bicycles for hauling their goods, knowledge to combat an invasive pest that threatens their food supply, and a market for their exquisite woven handicrafts. I think of the teachers’ request at Taroa Elementary School’s for a 2-year substitute teacher so that they may take the time to finish their degrees in education on Majuro.

I think of all these things, and how they all add up to the enormous amount of work we must do, both because of and irrespective of climate change – us on Taroa, the 53,000 others in the Marshall Islands, and the billions with whom we share this earth. There is so much work to do together. I think again of the old bullet-ridden pier, the green flash of my youth. Somehow, I know it will always be within my people’s sight, and our home will not stay gone forever, but someday rise again, polyp by tiny polyp, for the manta ray to play once again.

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Jerammon Namdrik Atoll im Mr. Mayor!


Mayor Clarence Luther’s commitment to his fellow islanders is clear: “When I heard about climate change and seal level rise – I was really scared – I thought it was going to happen tomorrow. And now I realize we can do something and we have some hope. If we don’t do what we are doing it takes your power away and you don’t know what to expect. We can do something to make our lives better for now and the future. We can show that we can do something and that we can survive years from now but if we don’t do something we are not going to survive for long. This way we have a lot of lessons to show other parts of Micronesia and Melanesia. We want to get our lessons to other places.”

Basic Health Hawaii: Broken Spirits, Healing Souls

I am so grateful for the compassionate and unblinking perspective that is taken in this work by Ms. Keola Diaz at the University of Hawaii-Manoa.