North Carolina International Port
In early 2006 the North Carolina State Ports Authority (NCSPA) conceived its proposal for a North Carolina International Terminal to be created on property that it purchased just north of the town of Southport, NC between the Progress Energy Brunswick Nuclear Power Plant and the Sunny Point Military Ammunitions Port. The NCSPA purchased the property in early 2006 for $30 million from Pfizer. Seven years later the proposal, having met substantial public and political resistance, will not likely move forward in the foreseeable future.
Read more about North Carolina International Port: Proposed Scope and Infrastructure Investment, Proposed Container Traffic and Job Creation Opportunity, Competition and Excess Capacity Projected At Existing East Coast Ports, Public and Political Support Versus Opposition, Impact On The Environment, Quality-of-Life and Property Values, Terrorism Risk, Public Investment Requirement, Private Commercial Investment, NCDOT Maritime Strategy Study, Changes in NCSPA Leadership and Port Focus
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