Trump Liberates Fishermen: Reverses Biden-Obama Ocean Lockdown

Paul Riverbank, 2/7/2026Trump’s reversal on New England’s sea reserve reignites the classic jobs-versus-conservation debate, with fishermen and environmentalists at odds over access, stewardship, and the future of America’s marine policies.
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If you stand gazing out eastward from Cape Cod, imagining the seabed falling away into unfathomable blue, you’re not far from a stretch of Atlantic ocean at the heart of a fierce tug-of-war in Washington. Somewhere roughly 130 miles offshore, the Northeast Canyons and Seamounts Marine National Monument sprawls across nearly 5,000 square miles—a deepwater patchwork marked out by plunging canyons and improbably ancient corals. In the annals of political back-and-forth, this place is the setting for yet another act.

President Trump’s latest move? He’s cleared the way for commercial fishing fleets to return, tossing aside the bans President Obama established in 2016 and that President Biden reinstated. This isn’t just a routine bit of regulatory tweaking. It’s the sort of policy shift that sends ripples from the Oval Office straight out to fishermen’s wharfs and onto environmentalists’ legal pads.

Trump insists he’s striking the right balance—preserving opportunity for fishermen while trusting federal oversight to defend the rare sea life below. His declaration frames it as a matter of public interest, arguing that “appropriately managed commercial fishing would not put the objects of historic and scientific interest… at risk.”

It’s a familiar script for the fishing trade. John Williams, who’s helmed the Atlantic Red Crab Company in Massachusetts for years, greeted the news with something like relief—“We deserve to be rewarded, not penalized,” he says, standing aboard his vessel. Williams argues, not for the first time, that local fishermen have proven they can pull crabs from these waters without emptying them for good. “We’re demonstrating that we can fish sustainably and continue to harvest on a sustainable level in perpetuity,” he says, words worn smooth by many retellings.

For many up and down the New England coast, the news feels overdue. Fishermen say federal rules had tightened like a vise, choking off family livelihoods under the guise of protection. There’s more than money at stake; it’s about custom and continuity—a trust that those who’ve spent their lives at sea might know when enough is enough.

The political merry-go-round, though, hasn’t brought everyone joy. Environmental organizations, among them Oceana and the Natural Resources Defense Council, have sounded the alarm, and loudly. They see the Northeast Canyons and Seamounts as a last bastion for fragile corals and rare marine creatures that don’t stand a chance against dredges and longlines. “The monument was created to provide strong protections for the wide range of marine life that live in these unique habitats,” argues Gib Brogan of Oceana, who’s spent as much time litigating in court as he has at public hearings in recent years.

The actual geography complicates matters. While Trump’s aides say reopening these waters supports Maine’s venerable lobster industry, a glance at a chart would show the monument sits far southeast of where most Maine lobsters are trapped. Still, it’s true that Atlantic fishermen—lobstermen included—have seen rules pile up like so many crab pots, and some cheer any breaking of the regulatory chain, no matter where it lands.

And the debate? It keeps circling back through the courts, through Congress, through every administration’s shifting priorities. It isn’t just about fish or corals; it’s about the shadow Washington casts over places most Americans may never see. A single decision, signed with a flourish, translates out here into whether you strip down oily overalls at dawn with a full hold, or not at all.

If history is any guide, this won’t be the last turn. Politicians frame their moves, often sincerely, as acts of public service—jobs on one side, wildlife on the other. Fishermen and environmentalists meet and part like the tides, sometimes in courtrooms, sometimes on piers. As for the sea itself, its fate is once again lashed to the mast of American politics, swaying with each new gust from Washington. And out at the edge where the brightly painted buoys bob and the canyons fall away, tomorrow’s catch—and tomorrow’s corals—remain stubbornly uncertain.