I am not a peacemaker, just a simple farmer that has become your storyteller. It is my duty not to invent but simply transmit a simple story that you have in your hands. Please read it.
The life work of this simple farmer has always been to grant and nurture new life every year. Simply put, a lifemaker.
My Hanford Hibakusha story shows the making of nukes destroys life.
The Hiroshima Hibakusha story shows the use of nukes destroys life.
This simply, is a shame for life! This is imply, wrong for life. Isn't this simple?
Don't make nukes for the sake of life.
Don't use nukes for the sake of life.
Mesa, Washington - Ifm sitting in my tractor and reality is sinking in. Ifve just finished taping several national television shows. As I step back into my world, the emotions keep rising up in my chest and I cry, uncontrollably at first. Then it feels good, so I sob silently to myself.
The worst is finally over for us. Or has it just begun? As gdownwinders,h born and raised downwind of the Hanford Nuclear Reservation in Washington, we learned several years ago that the government decided - with cold deliberation - to use us guinea pigs by releasing radioactivity into our food, water, milk, and air without our consent.
Now, wefve learned that we can expect continuing cancer cases from our exposure in their gexperiment.h Is this what it feels like to be raped?
The exposure began the same day our lives began. Several years ago, when the government admitted that releases had been made, we were assured there would be no observable health effects. Did the government really look?
Unknowingly, we had been seeing the effects for a long time. For us, the unusual was the usual.
During my childhood, I remember seeing men dressed in space suits walking in front of uninformed soldiers carrying shovels and sacks. They waved to us as they moved past.
Usually they brought us candy and one time, cowboy boots. What we didnft know at the time was that these were nuclear cleanup crews.
What we also didnft know was that other kids didnft get gneck massagesh from the school nurse (looking for thyroid swelling) or have Geiger counters passed over them; that men in beards and thick glasses didnft sample everyonefs water and milk weekly: that farm-animal mutations donft happen everywhere.
We thought everyone had brown and white gpintoh deer and deformed calves, sheep and kittens; that miscarriages - human and animal - were the norm. Common news was of neighbors and loved ones getting cancer. These were the usual things for us in our isolated world.
I was born a year after my stillborn brother. I struggled to breathe through underdeveloped lungs and suffered to overcome numerous birth defects. I underwent multiple surgeries, endured paralysis, endured thyroid medication, a stint in an iron lung, loss of hair, sores all over my body, fevers, dizziness, poor hearing, asthma, rotting teeth and, at age 18, a diagnosis of sterility.
The usual was watching the other kids die at St. Maryfs pediatric ward. I finally learned to walk, but could never play sports. I stood on the sidelines with the rest of my classmates, watching the healthy new kids who moved into our area play sports. We never could. We grew angry and defensive from the teasing and abuse.
The movement of the tractor brings my mind back from the world of the 1940s to the harsh realities of questioning our government. Our patriotism has been impugned, our credibility questioned. We have been redlined by the banking community since 1985: the Farmers Home Administration Foreclosure notice is sitting on my desk. We have been put off by politicians - except for a brave few - until we victims become a popular issue.
We have been slandered as the gglow in the dark familyh by friends and strangers alike. We have been told to shut up and have received numerous death threats. I survived one attempt on my life. Itfs enough to make paranoia override common sense and to make me carry a gun.
Who the hell do these people in the nuclear gang think they are? In my family we were all taught not to lie. How can we citizens defend liars?
The world now knows about Hanfordfs releases. We were the children on the front lines of the Cold War.
We deserve fair and equitable treatment. Are we just so much nuclear waste? Will there be compensatory damages?
Moscow was condemned for its three days of silence after the Chernobyl nuclear accident. What about Washingtonfs 40 years of silence?
There is a fine line of morality that none of us can cross and still claim membership in the human race. The governmentfs nuclear gang deliberately crossed it.
The price we had to pay, you say? We think we were worth more.