jg.thepelicanbrief-第50章
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Then oil was discovered there in 1930； and the rape was on。 The oil panies dredged ten thousand miles of canals to get to the riches。 They crisscrossed the fragile delta with a slashing array of neat little ditches。 They sliced the marshes to ribbons。
They drilled； found oil； then dredged like maniacs to get to it。 Their canals were perfect conduits for the Gulf and its saltwater； which ate away at the marshes。
Since oil was found； tens of thousands of acres of wetlands have been devoured by the ocean。 Sixty square miles of Louisiana vanishes every year。 Every fourteen minutes； another acre disappears under water。
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IN 1979； AN OIL PANY punched a hole deep in Terrebonne Parish and hit oil。 It was a routine day on just another rig； but it was not a routine hit。 There was a lot of oil。 They drilled again an eighth of a mile away； and hit another big one。 They backed off a mile； drilled； and hit an even bigger one。 Three miles away； they struck gold again。
The oil pany capped the wells and pondered the situation； which had all the markings of a major new field。
The oil pany was owned by Victor Mattiece； a Cajun from Lafayette who'd made and lost several fortunes drilling for oil in south Louisiana。 In 1979； he happened to be wealthy； and more importantly； he had access to other people's money。 He was quickly convinced he had just tapped a major reserve。 He began buying land around the capped wells。
Secrets are crucial but hard to keep in the oilfields。 And Mattiece knew if he threw around too much money； there would soon be a mad rush of drilling around his new gold mine。 A man of infinite patience and planning； he looked at the big picture and said no to the quick buck。 He decided he would have it all。 He huddled with his lawyers and other advisers； and devised a plan to methodically buy the surrounding land under a myriad of corporate names。 They formed new panies； used some of his old ones； purchased all or portions of struggling firms； and went about the business of acquiring acreage。
Those in the business knew Mattiece； and knew he had money and could get more。 Mattiece knew they knew； so he quietly unleashed two dozen faceless entities upon the landowners of Terrebonne Parish。 It worked without a major hitch。
The plan was to consolidate territory； then dredge yet another channel through the hapless and beleaguered marshlands so that the men and their equipment could get to the rigs and the oil could be brought out with haste。 The canal would be thirty…five miles long and twice as wide as the others。 There would be a lot of traffic。
Because Mattiece had money； he was a popular man with the politicians and bureaucrats。 He played their game skillfully。 He sprinkled money around where needed。 He loved politics； but hated publicity。 He was paranoid and reclusive。
As the land acquisition sailed smoothly along； Mattiece suddenly found himself short of cash。 The industry turned downward in the early eighties； and his other rigs stopped pumping。 He needed big money； and he wanted partners adept at putting it up and remaining silent about it。 So he stayed away from Texas。 He went overseas and found some Arabs who studied his maps and believed his estimate of a mammoth reserve of crude and natural gas。 They bought a piece of the action； and Mattiece had plenty of cash again。
He did the sprinkling act； and obtained official permission to gouge his way through the delicate marshes and cypress swamps。 The pieces were falling majestically into place； and Victor Mattiece could smell a billion dollars。 Maybe two or three。
Then an odd thing happened。 A lawsuit was filed to stop the dredging and drilling。 The plaintiff was an obscure environmental outfit known simply as Green Fund。
The lawsuit was unexpected because for fifty years Louisiana had allowed itself to be devoured and polluted by oil panies and people like Victor Mattiece。 It had been a trade…off。 The oil business employed many and paid well。 The oil and gas taxes collected in Baton Rouge paid the salaries of state employees。
The small bayou villages had been turned into boomtowns。 The politicians from the governors down took the oil money and played along。 All was well； and so what if some of the marshlands suffered。
Green Fund filed the lawsuit in the U。S。 District Court in Lafayette。 A federal judge halted the project pending a trial on all issues。
Mattiece went over the edge。 He spent weeks with his lawyers plotting and scheming。 He would spare no expense to win。 Do whatever it took； he instructed them。 Break any rule； violate any ethic； hire any expert； mission any study； cut any throat； spend any amount of money。 Just win the damned lawsuit。
Never one to be seen； he assumed an even lower profile。 He moved to the Bahamas and operated from an armed fortress at Lyford Cay。 He flew to New Orleans once a week to meet with the lawyers； then returned to the island。
Though invisible now； he made certain his political contributions increased。 His jackpot was still safe beneath Terrebonne Parish； and he would one day extract it； but one never knows when one will be forced to call in favors。
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BY THE TIME the Green Fund lawyers； both of them； had waded in ankle deep； they had identified over thirty separate defendants。 Some owned land。 Some did exploring。 Others laid pipe。 Others drilled。 The joint ventures and limited partnerships and corporate associations were an impenetrable maze。
The defendants and their legions of high…priced lawyers answered with a vengeance。 They filed a thick motion asking the judge to dismiss the lawsuit as frivolous。 Denied。 They asked him to allow the drilling to continue while they waited on a trial。 Denied。 They squealed with pain and explained in another heavy motion how much money was already tied up in exploration； drilling； etc。 Denied again。 They filed motions by the truckload； and when they were all denied and it was evident there would one day be a trial by jury； the oil lawyers dug in and played dirty。
Luckily for Green Fund's lawsuit； the heart of the new oil reserve was near a ring of marshes that had been for years a natural refuge for waterfowl。 Ospreys； egrets； pelicans； ducks； cranes； geese； and many others migrated to it。 Though Louisiana has not always been kind to its land； it has shown a bit more sympathy for its animals。 Since the verdict would one day be rendered by a jury of average and hopefully ordinary people； the Green Fund lawyers played heavy on the birds。
The pelican became the hero。 After thirty years of insidious contamination by DDT and other pesticides； the Louisiana brown pelican perched on the brink of extinction。 Almost too late； it was classified as an endangered species； and afforded a higher class of protection。 Green Fund seized the majestic bird； and enlisted a half…dozen experts from around the country to testify on its behalf。
With a hundred lawyers involved； the lawsuit moved slowly。 At times it went nowhere； which suited Green Fund just fine。 The rigs were idle。
Seven years after Mattiece first buzzed over Terrebonne Bay in his jet helicopter and followed the swamplands along the route his precious canal would take； the pelican suit went to trial in Lake Charles。 It was a bitter trial that lasted ten weeks。 Green Fund sought money damages for the havoc already inflicted； and it wanted a permanent injunction against further drilling。
The oil panies brought in a fancy litigator from Houston to talk to the jury。 He wore elephant…skin boots and a Stetson； and could talk like a Cajun when necessary。 He was stout medicine； especially when pared to the Green Fund lawyers； both of whom had beards and very intense faces。
Green Fund lost the trial； and it was not altogether unexpected。 The oil panies spent millions； and it's difficult to whip a bear with a switch。 David pulled it off； but the best bet is always on Goliath。 The jurors were not impressed with the dire warnings about
