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98 | robert hass<br />
George, an environmental journalist—had from late October until the<br />
contest deadline established for the middle of February to publicize the<br />
contest, devise it, call airlines to see if one of them might contribute airline<br />
tickets for the children and their families (and consider printing the children’s<br />
poetry and art in their magazines), find hotels, plan an itinerary for<br />
the winners, and arrange transportation, all the while keeping her eye on<br />
the main goals—to treat poetry and the visual arts as natural and powerful<br />
means of expression that should be celebrated and that children should be<br />
learning in school, to encourage interdisciplinary environmental education<br />
and the teachers in our schools who are trying to do it, and to let all children<br />
know they live inside watersheds. By the time the contest deadline<br />
came, Pam had generated more than two thousand entries from children in<br />
more than thirty states.<br />
In Washington, at a meeting someone had arranged with local environmentalists,<br />
I met Robert Boone. Robert, who is a descendant of Daniel<br />
Boone, worked inside the federal bureaucracy and kept sane by taking up<br />
canoeing on the Anacostia River. The presidential yacht is berthed on the<br />
Potomac. The Anacostia is the other river in Washington, and it flows<br />
through the poorest neighborhoods in the city. A victim, like most American<br />
rivers in the 1950s, of Army Corps of Engineers policies directed<br />
toward making rivers disappear or behave like rational canals, it had been<br />
recently the scene of an extremely encouraging project in river restoration.<br />
Bruce Babbitt was Bill Clinton’s secretary of the Interior at the time and,<br />
though Clinton and his environmentalist vice president, Al Gore, were<br />
remarkably quiet on the subject of the environment throughout their<br />
administration, Babbitt was vocal and had gone so far as to say that dam<br />
decommissioning and river restoration were going to be the civil rights<br />
movement of the twenty-first century. Like most American rivers, the Anacostia<br />
had a conjoint sewer–storm drain system built for a much smaller<br />
population than the city’s infrastructure had now to support. This meant<br />
that, whenever there was a substantial spring or summer rainstorm, raw<br />
sewage from the city’s sewer system poured into the Anacostia and—in a<br />
Dickensian touch—flowed through the poorest, mostly African American,<br />
neighborhoods in the city. And, rain or shine, the banks of the river were,<br />
like the banks of most American rivers, littered with detritus, mostly plastics,<br />
and the riverbanks in the middle of the city, even in its parks, had<br />
become unofficial dumps: there were tires half-submerged in the shallows,<br />
the remnants of abandoned sofas, all the forlorn disjecta of our consumer