The Fake Buildings That Hide LA’s Massive Oil Industry - YouTube

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Okay, today, we’re going to be talking  about LA’s most precious sludge. And no,  
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I’m not talking about the MCU, I’m talking  about oil… petroleum… the slicky icky. You see,  
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Los Angeles has a massive petroleum industry that  digs for oil right in the middle of the city. But  
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I wouldn’t blame you for not knowing that, because  they do a really good job at keeping it a secret. 
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It turns out, LA county actually produces a  whopping 18 million barrels of oil a year—and,  
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sure, Houston can do that in like a  week, but half of Houston looks like this  
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and Texas public schools still consider crude  oil a vegetable. What’s unique about LA’s oil  
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wells is that they’re not all sitting in some  barren oil fields on the outskirts of LA;  
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they’re actually in LA, hiding between the  café-bookstores and the bookstore-cafés.  
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There are thousands of these rigs scattered  throughout the city, and most of them are digging  
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for that sweet black dinosaur vinegar within 1,500  feet of a house, school, church, or hospital. 
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Now, unless you’ve always wanted to live within  walking distance of a giant piece of industrial  
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petroleum-pumping equipment—which, knowing  my audience, is probably most of you—you  
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might be wondering: how the hell do people  put up with this? Well, the answer is, most  
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Angelenos don’t even realize that they’re living  in the middle of a massive oil field. For most of  
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the city’s history, the oil industry was pretty  hard to ignore: there were giant oil derricks  
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along the streets and the beaches, crude oil  frequently ended up in people’s houses and yards,  
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and lighting the candles on your birthday cake  was probably the most dangerous thing you’d do  
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all year. The Angelenos were so knee-deep in black  gold, in fact, that during the second World War,  
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they even voted to install oil pumps in their  own backyards. While that might sound a little  
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crazy now, this is essentially the entire  reason that Los Angeles was able to become  
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such a massive metropolis—for a while there, LA  alone was generating a quarter of the world’s oil  
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and everyone was getting filthy rich. Or at least  getting filthy. Of course, the public’s enthusiasm  
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for these thousands of greasy Eiffel Towers  didn’t last forever, and eventually the people  
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of LA decided that their city needed to look less  like this and more like this. So, the petroleum  
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companies devised the most American solution  possible: keep drilling for oil and just cover it  
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up. Like, literally… cover it up. Let me explain. In the 1960s, Occidental Petroleum wanted to  
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drill for oil in this Orthodox Jewish  neighborhood outside of Beverly Hills.  
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Now, the petroleum executives knew exactly two  things about the Orthodox Jewish community: one,  
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they didn’t like giant oil derricks; and two: they  seemed to like synagogues. So, as a compromise,  
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Occidental Petroleum decided that they were going  to build a giant oil derrick, but they would  
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disguise it as a synagogue. Or at least something  resembling a synagogue… kind of. What’s important,  
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though, is that the building didn’t end up  looking as ugly as this, which was so exciting  
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that the mayor of LA personally attended the  ribbon-cutting and called this beige rectangle  
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“an outstanding contribution to civic beauty.” From the 60s onward, all sorts of these disguised  
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oil derricks started popping up around LA.  There are even entire oil-pumping platforms  
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off the coast of Long Beach that are disguised  to look like islands, with trees, fake buildings,  
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and artificial waterfalls to mask the sounds of  drilling, pumping, and business guys jumping into  
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giant pools of gold coins. Of course, most of  the wells aren’t as cleverly hidden—they’re just  
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sitting in big windowless boxes like this or this.  And some are still more-or-less sitting out in the  
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open like this one, the “Tower of Hope.” This  oil derrick operated right in the middle of a  
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local high school and—despite the fact that it was  about as well hidden as a brand new oil derrick  
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on Christmas morning—it was beloved for its floral  walls painted by thousands of local sick children…  
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that is, until it allegedly started getting all of  the other children sick and the school renamed it  
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the “Tower of Hope You Don’t Get Cancer.” Whoops. Now, if you’re feeling left out because you don’t  
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live in LA, don’t worry—this sort of thing isn’t  unique to LA or, for that matter, the petroleum  
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industry. This apartment at 58 Joralemon  Street in Brooklyn, New York, for example,  
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might look like the home of an introverted  vampire or a particularly distressed squid,  
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but the windows are blacked out because the whole  thing is actually just a ventilation shaft for the  
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subway below. Same deal with this sculpture in  Nuremberg, Germany, depicting the life and death  
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of a married couple—if you find yourself tearing  up around it, it’s probably just the subway fumes.  
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And in Toronto, it can be hard to tell whether  your neighbor is a human being or a hydroelectric  
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substation, because their hydroelectric  substations live in buildings like this.  
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Most major cities have some clever  way of hiding ugly infrastructure,  
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and that’s probably for the best… just don’t be  disappointed if you never meet anyone from the  
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windowless apartment building across the street. Of course sipping that spicy jurassic juice in  
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the middle of one of the world’s largest  cities doesn’t always go spectacularly,  
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like back in October when 126,000 gallons of the  stuff leaked out of a pipeline off the coast of  
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Long Beach causing an environmental disaster  and, worst of all, canceling an airshow that,  
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I swear this is true, I was planning on going  to. On the bright side, at least I was able  
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