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My Home, My Heritage has No Selling Price
(Note: Jesse and Tommy are two of the many reasons that my own
efforts are so dedicated. They and others, from the Klamath to the
Darby -- from the U.P. of Michigan to the mountains of Tucker and
Summers Counties in West Virginia -- and from the ranches of
westriver, South Dakota and the Monitor Valley of Nevada, to the
farms on the Rio Grande at Brownsville, Texas ... these are the
Faces Of Property Rights. We should all know them and fight for
them, for in an eyeblink, they could be any of US.)
March 13, 2005 
By Jesse Hardy
Special to the Naples Daily News.
To submit a Letter to the Editor: letters@naplesnews.com
Many of you have heard my name. Numerous articles have been written about me, especially during the past few years, as different environmental agencies have tried to make their voices heard in protest of my property rights. From Governor Jeb Bush and down through the "chain of command", everyone has his or her opinion of what should happen to my property. With all the articles written about me, no
one has ever found it newsworthy enough to ask why I am fighting so
hard to keep this property.
My name is Jesse Hardy and this is my story.
From my earliest days of recollection, I always dreamed of owning
my own piece of property some day. No stranger to work, I helped my
pregnant mother as best I could doing little odd jobs, after my father
died in a car accident when I was 3.
At 69 years, when most people are thinking of retiring, I'm still
working as best I can, in order to pay for the many attorneys who are
assisting my fight.
I grew up in Port St. Joe, Florida, and learned that my grandmother
lost her 160 acres to the DuPont family, for mere pennies, once they
began buying up nearly the entire area to turn it into a paper mill
town.
Times were tough, but my mother finally managed to scrape up enough
money to buy an acre and a half in nearby White City, on the
Intracoastal Waterway, where my brother lives today.
After high school, I entered the U.S. Navy where I spent the next
14 years, eventually becoming a member of their elite Navy Seals
operation. After being injured during a helicopter operation, I was
honorably discharged with 100 percent disability, and settled in Miami
where I worked at several jobs. After earning my Realtor's license I
worked as a property appraiser in Miami, then I became a Realtor for
the now defunct Gulf America Corp., near Remuda Ranch (Port of the
Islands).
In 1976 my dream came true when I purchased my 160-acre tract of
land from the Collier family for $60,000. That was a lot of money for
me, but I scraped by and came up with the 25 percent down payment, and
I paid the balance over the next four years at a great struggle.
Since then, I have maintained it without any infrastructure or
electricity, running off a generator even today.
You see, to me this is my home.
This is the great American dream.
Other than my family, I have nothing else.
This is all I want.
Certain restrictions were placed on my property, leaving me with
few options of working it. After careful research, I decided to build
an aquaculture center (fish farm) that would not only bring in money
for my family, but could also be enjoyed by Collier County residents
too.
However, before I could build a fish farm, I first needed to dig
the fill for the ponds. The fill from these ponds needed to be hauled
and this had been my livelihood until recently, when the county's
advisory planning commission denied me my permit.
Without a permit, I am in violation of county code enforcement, and
that means I can't work.
Without work, I can't put food on the table.
The Florida Department of Environmental Protection has declared it
needs my property, located 13 feet above sea level, as part of the
Everglades Restoration Plan.
I have said all along that I do not believe they need my property
for this project.
After many months of negotiation, with an offer of $4.5 million on
the table in exchange for my property, they are turning to eminent
domain.
Even Governor Bush wanted this to be settled amicably; however,
there is no other parcel of land similar to mine to be found in the
Florida.
So now we are going to court.
In a "David versus Goliath" scenario, I am fighting the
battle of my life.
This has never been about money.
This land is irreplaceable.
This land is my home and my heritage.
Many people have told me to take the money and run, but I'd never
be able to buy a piece of property like this anywhere.
With land now running about $50,000 per acre, this $4.5 million
won't come near the 160 acres I own.
There's just no amount of money in the world to justify selling out
my heritage to my son, Tommy.
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Jesse Hardy info@jessehardy.com is
a resident of southern Golden Gate Estates. http://www.JesseHardy.com Copyright 2005, Naples Daily News. http://www.naplesnews.com/npdn/pe_local_guest_commentary/article/0,2071,NPDN |
