Bioremediation of polluted sites
“To the modern student of Ecology and Environment, it is instructive that all artificial pollution events, both regional and global, find their origin in MAN and his activities and, at the same time, the major modes of natural cleansing are accomplished by MICROBES through their activities, on the one hand, God’s highest achievement in Creation is found doing the most destruction, whilst the lowliest life-form crafted by his hand does the janitor’s duty – the former by disobedience and the latter by design.”
(Author Unknown) Taken from “Practical Environmental Bioremediation – The Field Guide”
- SHEQplus™ specialises in the bioremediation and restoration of polluted and contaminated sites.
- We achieve this in an environmentally sensitive manner – using natural, biodegradable products, cutting-edge technology and treatment methods.
- We do a pre-site analysis of polluted sites followed by post site analysis to ensure complete degradation of the polluted substances.
- To avoid unnecessary risk of damage to life and the environment, call us for an immediate assessment – as to whether or not bioremediation or restoration is of vital necessity
Simple Example of Bioremediation in an Industrial Yard
Chief Seattle’s Famous Speech of 1854
Chief Seattle, Chief of the Suquamish Indians allegedly wrote to the American Government in the 1800’s – In this letter he gave the most profound understanding of God in all Things. Here is his letter, regarding our delicate and beautiful planet which should be instilled in the hearts and minds of every parent and child in all the Nations of the World:
I am a red Indian and do not understand. The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, and the smell of the wind itself, cleaned by a midday rain, or scented with the pinon pine.
The air is precious to the red man, for all things share the same breath – the beast, the tree, the man, they all share the same breath. The white man does not seem to notice the air he breaths. Like a dying man for many days, he is numb to the stench. But if we sell your land, you must remember that the air is precious to us, that the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. And if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred, as a place where even the white man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow’s flowers.
So we will consider your offer to buy our land. If we decide to accept, I will make one condition: The white man must treat the beasts of this land as his brothers. I am a savage and do not understand any other way. I have seen a thousand rotting buffaloes on the prairie, left by the white man who shot them from a passing train. I am a savage and do not understand the smoking iron horse can be more important than the buffalo that we kill only to survive. Where is the man without the beasts? If all the beasts were gone, man would die from great loneliness of spirit. How can you buy or sell the sky, the warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the freshness to the air and the sparkle of the water, How can you buy them?
Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle, every sandy shore, every mist in the dark woods, every clearing and every humming insect is holly in the memory and experience of my people. The sap which courses through the trees carries the memories of the red man. The white mans dead forget the country forget their birth when they go to walk among the stars. Our dead never forget this beautiful earth, for it is the mother of the red man. We are part of the earth and it is part of us. The perfumed flowers are our sisters, the deer, the horse, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadows, the body heat of the pony, and man-all belong to same family.
So, when the great chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land, he asks much of us. The great chief send word that he will reserve us a place so that we can live comfortably to ourselves. He will be our father and we will be his children. So we will consider his offer to buy our. But it will not be easy. For this land is sacred to us. This shining water that moves in our streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors. If we sell you the land, you must remember that it is sacred, and you must teach your children that it is scared and that each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and the waters murmur is the voice of my fathers father.
The rivers are our brothers, they quench our thirst. The rivers carry our canoes and feed our children. If we sell you our land, you must remember and teach your children, that rivers are our brothers and yours, and you must hence forth give the rivers kindness you would give any brother. We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger that comes in the night and takes the land what ever he needs. The earth is not our brother, but is his enemy, and when he has conquered it, he moves on. He leaves his fathers graves behind, and he does not care. He kidnaps the earth from his children, and does not care. His fathers grave, and his children’s birthright, are forgotten. He treats his mother, the earth and his brother, the sky, as things he bought, plundered, sold like sheep or bright beads. His appetite will devour the earth and leave behind only desert. I do not know, our ways are different to your ways. The cite of your cities pains the eyes of the red man, but perhaps because the red man is a savage and does not understand. There is no quiet place in the white mans cities. No place to hear the unfurling of the leaves in spring, or the rustle of insect’s wings. But it is because I am a savage and do not understand. The clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lonely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the for whatever happens to the beasts, soon happens to the man. All things are connected.
You must teach your children that the ground beneath their feet is the ashes of your grandfathers so that they will respect the land, tell the children that the earth is rich with the lives of our kin Teach your children what we have taught our children that the earth is our mother. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. If men spit upon the ground, they spit upon them selves – this we know. The earth does not belong to man, man belongs to the earth – this we know. All things are connected like the blood which unites one family. All things are connected. Whatever befalls the earth, befalls the sons of the earth. Man did not weave the web of life: he is merely a strand in it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself. Even the white man, whose God walks and talks to him as friend to friend, cannot be exempt from the common destiny. We may be brothers after all, we shall see. One thing we may, that the white man may only one day discover – Our God is the same God. You may think now that you own him as you wish to own our land, but you cannot. He is the God of man, and his compassion is equal for the red man and the white. The earth is precious to him, and to harm the earth is contempt on his creator. The whites to shall pass, perhaps sooner than all other tribes. Contaminate your bed, and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. But in your perishing you will shine brightly, fired by the strength of God who brought you to this land and for some special purpose, gave you dominion that destiny is a mystery to us, for we do not understand when the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses are tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires.
Where is the thicket? GONE.
Where is the eagle? GONE.
THE END OF LIVING AND THE BEGINNING OF SURVIVAL…