Anne's Blog

Thursday, May 04, 2006

3rd Draft GLOBAL website- Climate Change Action Group

Draft 3 Global CCA Website

4 steps to view...

you choose the route


EITHER:

1. Log into Yahoo Groups
2. Then go to the Climate Change Action Group
3. Join group if you are not a member
4. Then view the Website Draft 3

OR

1. Log into Yahoo (join group)

2. Then go here :
Climate Change Action Group
3. Join group if you are not a member and go into the files section of the group (link on left hand side of homepage).
4. Open "Website Folder" click on latest draft... (currently version 3).

Forward feedback and/or offer(s) of help
I would like to see this project complete by the end of May 2006

CONTACT

winter___@dodo.com.au (3 underscores)
or
cyberactivist@hotmail.com

Wednesday, May 03, 2006

Nuclear Testing Survivor - Ms Lemeyo Abon - speaks out

April 27, 2006

Honolulu, Hawaii;

Ms. Lemeyo Abon, a young girl in March 1, 1954 when the strongest hydrogen bomb code named 'BRAVO' was detonated on Bikini Atoll and radioactive fallout exposed her people living downwind from the test site, returned today from participating at the Forum on the 20th anniversary of the Chernobyl accident. Ms. Abon was saddened to learn how many lives the accident had ruined, especially the young ones.

Twenty years ago, April 26, 1986, just a bit after midnight, the accident at
the nuclear reactor number 4 exploded and caught unaware thousands of
people, many of them children who were exposed to radiation. Many of the
children then are of child-bearing age now, but some are reluctant to start
any family for fear of the uncertainties.

The experts in the radiation exposure field attended the Forum and presented
their progress reports on Chernobyl and plans for the future. Ms Abon from
the Marshall Islands traveled the farthest to be in solidarity with the
Children of Chernobyl. She represented ERUB, the organization of survivors
of 67 nuclear and atomic tests - 1946-1958.

Ms. Lemeyo Abon's Testimony
20th Anniversary of Chernobyl
April 24 - 25, 2006


Today, I stand before you as a survivor of nuclear fallout from the Marshall
Islands. I am honored to be here in solidarity with the people and Children
of Chernobyl as we observe the 20th anniversary of the catastrophic accident
that touched and altered hundreds and thousands of lives forever.

My name is Lemeyo Abon. I come from Rongelap atoll in the Marshall
Islands. The Marshall Islands are located in the middle of the Pacific
Ocean - thousands of miles away from the United States. But, the United
States chose these tiny atolls for its Nuclear Testing Program. A total of
67 atomic and nuclear tests were exploded between 1946 to 1958.

When the military official asked the Bikini people to use their land for the
good of mankind he did not tell the truth that he did not know what the
effects of such tests would bring, and that he did not know when the people
would return to their homeland. He misled them to believe that the
relocation was temporary and the people could return home after a week or a
few months. That was not true. It is now 60 years since the Bikini people
were relocated away from their homeland and 52 years for the Rongelap
people. We can not go back home because the United States has not allocated
enough funds to clean the contaminated lands.

On March 1, 1954, the United States military exploded the strongest hydrogen
bomb called 'BRAVO' on Bikini atoll. 'BRAVO' was 1,000 times stronger than
the A-bomb that was dropped on Hiroshima. I don't know if there ever was a
stronger bomb than Bravo!

What happened to Chernobyl 20 years ago is similar to what happened to us.Â
As information of the accident at the nuclear reactor in Chernobyl was kept
secret from the people and the world, so was information about nuclear
fallout from "BRAVO" kept secret from us living downwind from the test site.

So when the radioactive powder descended from the sky we children began to
play with it. We rubbed it on our bodies and in our hair. Hours later,
everyone was sick with the typical symptoms of nuclear exposure.

See, the U.S. military officials knew 72 hours before that the wind
direction had sifted toward our islands, but they did not warn us. No body
told us about what to do in case of an accident. We were not evacuated
until 2 days later.

We are convinced that we were used as guinea pigs to study the effects of
radiation in human bodies. Now it is not only us who are sick with cancer,
but our children and grandchildren have inherited our cancer diseases. Many
of our people are sick with all type of cancer disease, most commonly
thyroid cancer. Younger mothers continue to give birth to severely deformed
babies as you see in these photos from last year (hold up photo).

Yet the United States Department of Energy who monitors the health of survivors from
"BRAVO" insists that these cases are NOT related to nuclear exposure.

We say, they are.

We say, treat our children until there is proof that they are not sick from
radiation.

We do not care about ourselves as we are already sick, but we care about our
children and their future generations.

We do not want them to suffer as we have.

We say, United States, do not turn your back on the great injustice that our
people have endured as result of the nuclear tests. Do not count how much
money it will cost to treat the survivors in the Marshall Islands.

Stop the war in Iraq and divert the funds to treat our children.

I stand before you today to ask for your support for the survivors in the
Marshall Islands in pushing the United States to bring justice to the people
by making sure that funding to treat their cancer diseases, for cleaning the
contaminated land and bring it to its natural state continues.

I ask all of you who believe in solidarity to help shame the United States
of America to admit the injustice that they have done.

HELP US ACHIEVE JUSTICE.

Justice means
1) provide the medical treatment needed,
2) include the children and grandchildren,
3) clean-up the contaminated land, and
4) compensate those who have lost their homeland forever!

I have with me the Survivors in the Marshall Islands Petition; if you
believe in Justice, please come forward and sign it.

This year is especially special as survivors, supporters and concerned
groups come together to observe these nuclear milestones: Chernobyl's 20th
anniversary, Bikini & Bravo,s 52nd, Hiroshima & Nagasaki's 60th anniversary
late last year, Moruroa, Tahiti's 40th and the Marshall Islands 60th
anniversary since the U.S. started its testing program.

For the sake of our children of Chernobyl, the children of Hiroshima and
Nagasaki, the children of Tahiti, the children of the Marshall Islands and
children everywhere where there's the past and present history of nuclear
test and contamination - let us renew our pledge to work toward a nuclear
free and safe world for them.

God bless everyone.
Thank you for this opportunity to be part of this Forum.

Tuesday, May 02, 2006

personal stuff - feedback requested(2)

What do you think?

Introduction

hi :-)

Over the years three important people in my life have suggested that i write more.

I would like to thank those people. You know who you are.

In my mind, that now gives me the permission i need to write about my deepest feelings and questions, whenever i have the time and such things arise in my mind, onto my own personal (yet public) "blogg" - without guilt or fear.

Currently finding myself "between jobs" the opportunity has presented to do just that.

so... forewarned... read the long version of today's "blogg"....

The Green Thread - a thank you

As we have slowly got to know each other over the last few years via what i like to call, "the green thread"... lotsa "stuff" has happened in my personal life, mayhaps i am a big drama queen, i dont know... but bad "stuff" seems to follow me around like a rain filled cloud, heavy and dangerous, and big storms and rainy times like to test my hope levels on a fairly regular basis.

Dark stuff that causes me loose sight, sound, feeling, and even the direction of the way forwards. Forward into a light that (i believe) links the minds and souls of humanity through various means of communication and links us with our internal and external "god(s)".

At various times in my life the pure thread's light has grown very dim within me. Some may call this periods of acute "depression", others a period of "loss of faith and hope". I like to think of it as a period of darkness, where the light was very dim and a long, long way away... though never completely out.

In fact, it appears that the dimmer the light, the more difficult the climb back out of the cold and darkness seems.

However, once through the darkness and again into the wamth and inspiration of the light... happiness is everywhere, the light of the "thread" is strong and pure :-)

It is interesting to note that usually after a period of deep morning, loss or severe trauma the light always becomes the strongest and the most precious. A time of joy to remember.

Some may call this "manic-depression" or "bipolar disorder" or just put it down to my "being crazy". ;-)

I understand this "high" to be a moment in my life where i have been given the gift of seeing a possibility, taking a new road, learning a new way, of understanding and accepting change. A time of growth, of exciting and sometimes bewildering enlightenment, when i feel that i am one with many others who share the light and warmth of hope.

Where things i do and say come as a direct result of my personal needs, the planet we all share's needs, and the needs of the vast majority of beings:

-the illiterate and the educated,
-the poor and the rich,
-the strong and the weak,
-the yellow, red, black and white, the pink, purple, green, indigo and pieballed!

entangled deeply with cries of anguish and pain via those with very dim threads of hope.

And it springs from the great intelect of every human being on this planet. Helping me by guiding me towards a new way, an alternative road, an exciting, though sometimes scary...sustainable, way forwards.

Sometimes it's as simple as putting the jig-saw peices together.

This introduction is a thank you, a thank you to ALL of you, for help in the puzzle of my life....

:-)

moving right along...

The loss of a very needed job

i got the sack yesterday...
i got the sack despite really liking all the other girls who work there...
i got the sack despite the girls seeming to like me (though their workload was doubled whenever i was operating the til)...
i got the sack despite the bosses seeming to like me...
i got the sack despite most of the customers seeming to like me...(DESPITE the fact that they were being put through long delays whenever i was operating the til)... (some people are very understanding and wonderfully patient teachers - i would like to say thank you to them).

yes i admit it...

I deserved to get the sack. No Problem! I would have sacked me too for sure if i was the boss.

I was completely useless at the til... too slow... too many pages to flip through to find the small fries... and i just couldn't seen to "get it".
i was taught shortcuts more than once - i just couldn't remember them!

Under that sort of pressure that this job intails, with cameras running and ques of customers getting steadily more and more frustrated and agressive...
my brain tends to freeze...
the adrenelin floods through my veins and the flight instinct is very difficult to contain ;-)

i can't remember anything!

i did it for a little over a week...

i enjoyed the cleaning, cooking, and prep work in the back of the kitchen, it was good honest work.

but i admit honestly to hating that til!

i am very grateful to be away from it.

:-)

so now i look for a new job in the hope i find one soon enough to enable me to keep hold of my land by pay off my overdue rates.

so..... out of the dust where is a solution...????

perhaps the idea which has been waiting in the background now for well over a year needs a little light????

here goes, the idea....

The Idea - Feedback requested

A soup kitchen - without a confusing til ;-)
with minium pressure and no video cameras!

Providing, drive through service (with room for buses) serving; vegan, organically grown, highly nutritious and tummy-filling soup...and a wholemeal/grain/white organic bread roll (hopefully catering to allergies).

The soup would be seved in cups purchased at an additional cost to the soup. Consumed via returnable ceramic or tin mugs with spoons... sourced from a local op-shop type charity(s).

The empty mugs/spoons are then taken away, to be refilled on clean return, with an encouraging saving for the client. Encouraging the high re-use of the same mug.

My property is located on a main road with 750 mtrs road frontage, i have already sold over $1000 of garage sale items in a little over a week. It is a busy spot with easy access and ample room for signage as free advertising.

I have been trying to contact the right PR person in the Salvo's today to talk about it.

Benefits of such an idea...

(1) The charity which will allow me to take some initial mugs/spoons (say 100-200) on consigment for a weekend or a month, would enable me the needed equipment to start the soup kitchen. If i could come by some more tables and chairs, adequate seating could be provided. The loan for such equipment would be repaid from the profit margin of the sales, which then in turn provides greater resources for the needy in our local community.

(side issues)

(a) it would be nice to see a young local boy/girl employed on a part or full time basis with these funds in such a high unemployment, high teen sucide rate, electorate.

i. suggest employment of someone to repair disabled peoples leaky taps:

..... who currently have to fund this themselves out of their pensions that our taxes pay.

..... plumbers are expensive - and very busy!.

..... our precious natural resource, water, which we so need greatly to grow our foodcrops is being damed in paradise, (cut off at an "elbow" in the still lovely, burnett river) whilst flowing down our electorate's drains in bundaberg!

(2) Sustainable natural resources utilsed wherever possible in the preparation and serving.

(a) fallen and sustainably harvested timber collected from within properties legal boundaries for daily wood fires to cook and sterilise - reducing the current high danger of wild bushfires in dry season.

(b) rain water from 2x5000 tanks utilised

i. exceptions:

ii. mains powered refrigeration currently necessary

iii. gas powered barbeques necessary during wet/inclement weather.

iv. townwater water to be carried in where necessary.

(c) All natural lighting - not operating at night time.

(3) Low impact

(a) sustainable recycling.

(b) no wastage of product or containers,
production, or recycling need for such energy intensive (and polluting) industries as per regular roadside eateries ie: aluminium cans or glass bottles,

(c) no plastics or styrofoams used (which contribute to climate change gases and pollutants)

(d) no landfill waste space necessity.

(and mugs and spoons would be pre-sterilised after aquisition via boiling in a gas or wood fired boiler or stainless steel bucket.

(4) "Taking" from the environment:

Rainy day bottled gas supplies necessary for the sterilising of the utensils and for the maintenance and via constant temperature of the boiling soup.

(5) "Giving back" to the environment and to society.

(a) Via healthy, organic, cheap and nutritious food for those who are hungry

(b) with benefits of Safety Aspects

Worthy of consideration to further promote the concepts of this idea is that the customers would not be permitted to drive until the soup was consumed onsite. The danger of burns and possible resultant accidents is too high without some form of sealable cap on the boiling mugs of soup.

Consuming on site ensures the customers safety by allowing a short period of time to relax and have a break from their drive, allows some body movement and provides an opportunity for communication in a relaxed and natural atmosphere.

Utilising the concepts and ideas above as a hands on example, and further utilising the time each customer spends on the property consuming the product, i intend to hand out fliers on the dangers we face with Climate Change. For those with an interest in these issues i would request their signatures (or feedback) on the "Letter of Demand". Giving an opportunity to grow the thread, and spread "the truth as i know it, as a gift, for those who choose to hear it".

I would like to affiliate with "FOOD NOT BOMBS", as well as the Climate Change Action Group.

I would donate some portion of the profits to "Food not Bombs", and as previously mentioned a charity who supplies the utensils needed on consignment.

Any remaining profits from sales will pay my council rates and contribute towards finishing my house (and eventually - permaculture property) to a rentable, and council approved, standard.

Long term, I would prefer to have my "home base" in a tent out the back of the block (whilst not on the road), and not have to pay the local council for temporary camping permits.

what do you think????

a

Chernobyl eyewitness accounts (a must read)

Chernobyl eyewitness accounts (a must read)

Monday, May 01, 2006

From: winter___@dodo.com.au
To: adamjdempsey@yahoo.com.au
Tuesday, May 02, 2006 11:38 AM
Subject: to Adam, re Land of the Dead – Chernobyl eyewitness accounts (a must read) via nuke-int-aus-list

with (open and blind) copies to many…

thank you again Adam,

after some more mourning, i know i will be much stronger and “unstoppable” in my knowledge that we must win and we WILL win.

a

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to: nukefreeaus-internal@yahoogroups.com
Adam

words like these fire deep compassion within me, igniting such powerful empathy, that i fear my soul may simply burst.

the passion these “eye witness accounts” stirred is so powerful, i know, that nothing can hold it back…

these accounts allow me to fully understand that i must not ever rest until the nuclear industry is stopped.

with a leaden heart, and a tear stained face…
thank you…

anne

Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2006 11:42:33 +1000 (EST)From: Adam Dempsey adamjdempsey@yahoo.com.auSubject: Land of the Dead - Chernobyl eyewitness accounts (a must read)(Apols if you’ve seen this before but well worth having for reference..) -
Adam

Land of the dead

On April 26 1986, the No 4 reactor at the Chernobyl power station blew apart.

Facing nuclear disaster on an unprecedented scale, Soviet authorities tried to contain the situation by sending thousands of ill-equipped men into a radioactive maelstrom. In an extract from a new book by Russian journalist Svetlana Alexievich, eyewitnesses recall the terrible human cost of a
catastrophe still unfolding today

Monday April 25, 2005
The Guardian

When a routine test went catastrophically wrong, a chain reaction went out of control in No 4 reactor of Chernobyl nuclear power station in Ukraine, creating a fireball that blew off the reactor’s 1,000-tonne steel-and-concrete lid.
Burning graphite and hot reactor-core material ejected by the explosions started numerous other fires, including some on the combustible tar roof of the adjacent reactor unit. There were 31 fatalities as an immediate result of the explosion and acute radiation exposure in fighting the fires, and more than 200 cases of severe radiation sickness in the days that followed.

Evacuation of residents under the plume was delayed by the Soviet authorities’ unwillingness to admit the gravity of the incident. Eventually, more than 100,000 people were evacuated from the surrounding area in Ukraine and Belarus.

In the week after the accident the Soviets poured thousands of untrained, inadequately protected men into the breach. Bags of sand were dropped on to the reactor fire from the open doors of helicopters (analysts now think this did more harm than good). When the fire finally stopped, men climbed on to the
roof to clear the radioactive debris. The machines brought in broke down because of the radiation. The men barely lasted more than a few weeks, suffering lingering, painful deaths.

But had this effort not been made, the disaster might have been much worse.
The sarcophagus, designed by engineers from Leningrad, was manufactured in absentia – the plates assembled with the aid of robots and helicopters – and as a result there are fissures. Now known as the Cover, reactor No 4 still holds
approximately 20 tonnes of nuclear fuel in its lead-and-metal core. No one knows what is happening with it.

For neighbouring Belarus, with a population of just 10 million, the nuclear explosion was a national disaster: 70% of the radionucleides released in the accident fell on Belarus. During the second world war, the Nazis destroyed 619 Belarussian villages, along with their inhabitants. As a result of fallout
from Chernobyl, the country lost 485 villages and settlements. Of these, 70 have been buried underground by clean-up teams known as “liquidators”.

Today, one out of every five Belarussians lives on contaminated land. That is 2.1 million people, of whom 700,000 are children. Because of the virtually permanent presence of small doses of radiation around the “Zone”, the number of people with cancer, neurological disorders and genetic mutations increases
with each year.

Lyudmilla Ignatenko
Wife of fireman Vasily Ignatenko

We were newlyweds. We still walked around holding hands, even if we were just going to the store. I would say to him, “I love you.” But I didn’t know then how much. I had no idea.

We lived in the dormitory of the fire station where he worked. There werethree other young couples; we all shared a kitchen. On the ground floor they kept the trucks, the red fire trucks. That was his job.

One night I heard a noise. I looked out the window. He saw me. “Close the window and go back to sleep. There’s a fire at the reactor. I’ll be back soon.”

I didn’t see the explosion itself. Just the flames. Everything was radiant.
The whole sky. A tall flame. And smoke. The heat was awful. And he’s still not back. The smoke was from the burning bitumen, which had covered the roof. He said later it was like walking on tar.

They tried to beat down the flames. They kicked at the burning graphite with their feet … They weren’t wearing their canvas gear. They went off just as they were, in their shirt sleeves. No one told them.

At seven in the morning I was told he was in the hospital. I ran there but the police had already encircled it, and they weren’t letting anyone through, only ambulances. The policemen shouted: “The ambulances are radioactive stay
away!”

I saw him. He was all swollen and puffed up. You could barely see his eyes.

“He needs milk. Lots of milk,” my friend said. “They should drink at least three litres each.”

“But he doesn’t like milk.”

“He’ll drink it now.”

Many of the doctors and nurses in that hospital and especially the orderlies, would get sick themselves and die. But we didn’t know that then.

I couldn’t get into the hospital that evening. The doctor came out and said, yes, they were flying to Moscow, but we needed to bring them their clothes. The clothes they’d worn at the station had been burned. The buses had stopped
running already and we ran across the city. We came running back with their bags, but the plane was already gone. They tricked us.

It was a special hospital, for radiology, and you couldn’t get in without a pass. I gave some money to the woman at the door, and she said, “Go ahead.”
Then I had to ask someone else, beg. Finally I’m sitting in the office of the head radiologist. Right away she asked: “Do you have kids?” What should I tell her? I can see already that I need to hide that I’m pregnant. They won’t let
me see him! It’s good I’m thin, you can’t really tell anything.

“Yes,” I say.

“How many?” I’m thinking, I need to tell her two. If it’s just one, she won’t let me in.

“A boy and a girl.”

“So you don’t need to have any more. All right, listen: his central nervous system is completely compromised, his skull is completely compromised.”

OK, I’m thinking, so he’ll be a little fidgety.

“And listen: if you start crying, I’ll kick you out right away. No hugging or kissing. Don’t even get near him. You have half an hour.”

He looks so funny, he’s got pyjamas on for a size 48, and he’s a size 52.
The sleeves are too short, the trousers are too short. But his face isn’t swollen any more. They were given some sort of fluid. I say, “Where’d you run off to?”
He wants to hug me. The doctor won’t let him. “Sit, sit,” she says. “No hugging in here.”

On the very first day in the dormitory they measured me with a dosimeter. My clothes, bag, purse, shoes – they were all “hot”. And they took that all away from me right there. Even my underwear. The only thing they left was my
money.

He started to change; every day I met a brand-new person. The burns started to come to the surface. In his mouth, on his tongue, his cheeks – at first there were little lesions, and then they grew. It came off in layers – as white
film … the colour of his face … his body … blue, red , grey-brown. And it’s all so very mine!

The only thing that saved me was it happened so fast; there wasn’t any time to think, there wasn’t any time to cry. It was a hospital for people with serious radiation poisoning. Fourteen days. In 14 days a person dies.

He was producing stools 25 to 30 times a day, with blood and mucous. His skin started cracking on his arms and legs. He became covered with boils. When he turned his head, there’d be a clump of hair left on the pillow. I tried joking:
“It’s convenient, you don’t need a comb.” Soon they cut all their hair.

I tell the nurse: “He’s dying.” And she says to me: “What did you expect? He got 1,600 roentgen. Four hundred is a lethal dose. You’re sitting next to a nuclear reactor.”

When they all died, they refurbished the hospital. They scraped down the walls and dug up the parquet. When he died, they dressed him up in formal wear, with his service cap. They couldn’t get shoes on him because his feet had swollen up. They buried him barefoot. My love.

Sergei Vasilyevich Sobolev
Deputy head of the executive committee of the Shield of Chernobyl Association

There was a moment when there was the danger of a nuclear explosion, and they had to get the water out from under the reactor, so that a mixture of uranium and graphite wouldn’t get into it – with the water, they would have formed a critical mass. The explosion would have been between three and five
megatons. This would have meant that not only Kiev and Minsk, but a large part of Europe would have been uninhabitable. Can you imagine it? A European catastrophe.

So here was the task: who would dive in there and open the bolt on the safety valve? They promised them a car, an apartment, a dacha, aid for their families until the end of time. They searched for volunteers. And they found them!
The boys dived, many times, and they opened that bolt, and the unit was given 7,000 roubles. They forgot about the cars and apartments they promised – that’s not why they dived. These are people who came from a certain culture, the culture of the great achievement. They were a sacrifice.

And what about the soldiers who worked on the roof of the reactor? Two hundred and ten military units were thrown at the liquidation of the fallout of the catastrophe, which equals about 340,000 military personnel. The ones cleaning the roof got it the worst. They had lead vests, but the radiation was coming from below, and they weren’t protected there. They were wearing ordinary, cheap imitation-leather boots. They spent about a minute and a half, two minutes on the roof each day, and then they were discharged, given a certificate and an award – 100 roubles. And then they disappeared to the vast peripheries of our motherland. On the roof they gathered fuel and graphite from the reactor, shards of concrete and metal.

It took about 20-30 seconds to fill a wheelbarrow, and then another 30 seconds to throw the “garbage” off the roof. These special wheelbarrows weighed 40 kilos just by themselves. So you can picture it: a lead vest, masks, the wheelbarrows, and insane speed.

In the museum in Kiev they have a mould of graphite the size of a soldier’s cap; they say that if it were real it would weigh 16 kilos, that’s how dense and heavy graphite is. The radio-controlled machines they used often failed to carry out commands or did the opposite of what they were supposed to do,
because their electronics were disrupted by the high radiation. The most reliable “robots” were the soldiers. They were christened the “green robots” [from the colour of their uniforms]. Some 3,600 soldiers worked on the roof
of the ruined reactor. They slept on the ground in tents. They were young guys.

These people don’t exist any more, just the documents in our museum, with their names.

Eduard Borisovich Korotkov
Helicopter pilot

I was scared before I went there. But then when I got there the fear went away.
It was all orders, work, tasks. I wanted to see the reactor from above, from a helicopter – to see what had really happened in there. But that was forbidden.
On my medical card they wrote that I got 21 roentgen, but I’m not sure that’s right. Some days there’d be 80 roentgen, some days 120. Sometimes at night I’d circle over the reactor for two hours.

I talked to some scientists. One told me: “I could lick your helicopter with my tongue and nothing would happen to me.” Another said: “You’re flying without protection? You don’t want to live too long? Big mistake! Cover yourselves!”
We lined the helicopter seats with lead, made ourselves some lead vests, but it turns out those protect you from one set of rays, but not from another. We flew from morning to night. There was nothing spectacular in it. Just work, hard
work. At night we watched television – the World Cup was on, so we talked a lot about football.

I guess it must have been three years later. One of the guys got sick, then another. Someone died. Another went insane and killed himself. That’s when we started thinking.

I didn’t tell my parents I’d been sent to Chernobyl. My brother happened to be reading Izvestia one day and saw my picture. He brought it to our mum. “Look,” he said, “he’s a hero!” My mother started crying.

Aleksandr Kudryagin
Liquidator

We had good jokes. Here’s one: an American robot is on the roof for five minutes, and then it breaks down. The Japanese robot is on the roof for five minutes, and then breaks down.

The Russian robot is up there two hours! Then a command comes in over the loudspeaker: “Private Ivanov! In two hours, you’re welcome to come down and have a cigarette break.”

Ha-ha!

Nikolai Fomich Kalugin
Father

We didn’t just lose a town, we lost our whole lives. We left on the third day. The reactor was on fire. I remember one of my friends saying, “It smells of reactor.” It was an indescribable smell.

They announced over the radio that you couldn’t take your belongings! All right, I won’t take all my belongings, I’ll take just one belonging. I need to take my door off the apartment and take it with me. I can’t leave the door.
It’s our talisman, it’s a family relic. My father lay on this door. I don’t know whose tradition this is, but my mother told me that the deceased must be placed to lie on the door of his home.

I took it with me, that door – at night, on a motorcycle, through the woods.
It was two years later, when our apartment had already been looted and emptied.
The police were chasing me. “We’ll shoot! We’ll shoot!” They thought I was a thief. That’s how I stole the door from my own home.

I took my daughter and my wife to the hospital. They had black spots all over their bodies. These spots would appear, then disappear. They were about the size of a five-kopek coin. But nothing hurt. They did some tests on them. My daughter was six-years-old. I’m putting her to bed, and she whispers in my
ear:
“Daddy, I want to live, I’m still little.” And I had thought she didn’t understand anything.

Can you picture seven little girls shaved bald in one room? There were seven of them in the hospital room … My wife couldn’t take it. “It’d be better for her to die than to suffer like this. Or for me to die, so that I don’t have to
watch any more.”

We put her on the door … on the door that my father lay on. Until they brought a little coffin. It was small, like the box for a large doll.

I want to bear witness: my daughter died from Chernobyl. And they want us to forget about it.

Arkady Filin
Liquidator

You immediately found yourself in this fantastic world, where the apocalypse met the stone age. We lived in the forest, in tents, 200km from the reactor, like partisans.

We were between 25 and 40; some of us had university degrees or diplomas. I’m a history teacher, for example. Instead of machine guns they gave us shovels.

We buried trash heaps and gardens. The women in the villages watched us and crossed themselves. We had gloves, respirators and surgical robes. The sun beat down on us. We showed up in their yards like demons. They didn’t understand why we had to bury their gardens, rip up their garlic and cabbage when it looked like ordinary garlic and ordinary cabbage. The old women would cross themselves and say, “Boys, what is this – is it the end of the world?”

In the house the stove’s on, the lard is frying. You put a dosimeter to it, and you find it’s not a stove, it’s a little nuclear reactor.

I saw a man who watched his house get buried. We buried houses, wells, trees. We buried the earth. We’d cut things down, roll them up into big plastic sheets. We buried the forest. We sawed the trees into 1.5m pieces and packed them in Cellophane and threw them into graves.

I couldn’t sleep at night. I’d close my eyes and see something black moving, turning over – as if it were alive – live tracts of land, with insects, spiders, worms. I didn’t know any of them, their names, just insects, spiders, ants. And they were small and big, yellow and black, all different colours.

One of the poets says somewhere that animals are a different people. I killed them by the ten, by the hundred, thousand, not even knowing what they were called. I destroyed their houses, their secrets. And buried them. Buried them.

Vanya Kovarov
12

I’m 12 years old and I’m an invalid. The mailman brings two pension cheques to our house – for me and my grandad.

When the girls in my class found out that I had cancer of the blood, they were afraid to sit next to me. They didn’t want to touch me.

The doctors said that I got sick because my father worked at Chernobyl. And after that I was born. I love my father.

Ivan Nikolaevich Zhykhov
Chemical engineer

We dug up the diseased top layer of soil, loaded it into cars and took it to waste burial sites. I hought that a waste burial site was a complex, engineered construction, but it turned out to be an ordinary pit. We picked up the earth and rolled it, like big rugs. We’d pick up the whole green mass of it, with grass, flowers, roots. It was work for madmen.

If we weren’t drinking like crazy every night, I doubt we’d have been able to take it. Our psyches would have broken down. We created hundreds of kilometres of torn-up, fallow earth.

There was an emphasis on our being heroes. Once a week someone who was digging really well would receive a certificate of merit before all the other men.

The Soviet Union’s best grave digger. It was crazy.

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These are edited excerpts from Voices From Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexievich, published by Dalkey Archive Press

Monday, May 01, 2006

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    Monday, April 24, 2006

    S-Dalder's and Youth "Letter of Demand"

    there is an updated version (No2 Letter of Demand).
    It is at envirotalk, in the forums under "Polls".
    Question: "Would you sign the Letter of Demand"?

    Letter Number 2 came from feedback to the first letter.
    http://www.envirotalk.com.au/forum/index.php?showtopic=5486
    and is pasted below:
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    Could I suggest a more appropriate wording that I think is likely to get a more sympathetic hearing would be

    TO: The Honourable Elected Representatives of the Australian People

    Regarding the issue of how our taxes are being spent in regard to polluting, climate change inducing, energy production.

    We the people of Australia, demand that our tax dollars be used to deliver sustainable energy supplies and systems that will be of benefit to all of the people of Australia for sometime into the future, and in fact, the entire planet.

    Due to the effects of Climate Change via CO2 being released into our
    atmosphere and overwhelming information from the Scientific Community to support this; we understand that our taxes would have a greater effect of reducing our CO2 emissions if they were invested into "cleaner", sustainable energy and sustainable living systems.

    We believe that a proportion of our tax dollars, which are currently spent on the production of energy for our use, must be used for the development of the following sustainable energy systems.

    1. Research and development of government owned geothermal energy production.
    2. Research and development of Tidal; Wind; and Solar Power energy production.
    3. The reinstallment of the solar energy rebate scheme and creation of one for other alternative power systems.
    4. The development and support for sustainable living education programs for individuals and families.
    5. Government funded scientific investigation leading to the development of a local supply of hydrogen energy.
    6. Improved and affordable family oriented local public transport.
    7. Improved local Government funded rail infrastructures (which remain in the hands of the Australian people).
    8. Adequate funding for the maintenance and upkeep of our existing public transport systems and infrastructures.


    Signed by


    I do not believe we will get anywhere demanding from a government that which cannot be delivered. I would certainly like to hear other peoples thoughts on this.

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    Poll discussions background:
    http://www.envirotalk.com.au/forum/index.php?showtopic=5490

    S-Dalder wrote Letter of Demand(2)
    (contact here):
    http://www.envirotalk.com.au/forum/index.php?showuser=273

    My opinion, this letter is very good and i would like both letters published/signed/distributed/promoted and endorsed by anyone and everyone who is willing !

    and also - finally ...Letter No 3!

    My 17 yo daughter Natalie's "YOUTH LETTER"


    We, the youth of Australia, demand that our children and our grandchildren
    have as many opportunities as we have had to witness the beauty of this
    earth and it's creations for themselves.
    We demand that Energy sources (such as coal and nuclear) contributing to
    climate change be stopped.
    We demand that the government give our money which we earn, (our taxes) not
    to these harmful energy corporations, but towards sustainable energy
    production instead.

    This sustainable energy will consist of the following points.
    In order and depending on the location:
    Government owned geothermal energy production.
    Tidal power energy production.
    Wind farm energy.
    Solar Power energy production.
    Government funded scientific research and investigation into the use of
    hydrogen energy.
    Government funding for improved local public transport, which is free for
    the public.
    Government funding for improved local public rail infrastructures, which is
    free for the public.
    No more privatisation of our existing energy supplies, or public transport
    infrastructures.

    We also demand that our taxes which are currently being spent on scientific
    research be re-channeled into scientific research into CLEAN, NON-POLLUTING,
    SAFE, sustainable energy production.

    This research will consist of the following points.
    Specifically, and in order:
    Hydrogen Fuel supply
    'Biotowers' http://biotower.org/description.htm

    Farming the Native Wildlife of Australia

    Farming Native Wildlife - Poll at envirotalk:

    Should we be farming/harvesting Australia's native wildlife?????http://www.envirotalk.com.au/forum/index.php?act=Post&CODE=02&f=89&t=4003

    I have looked into emu farming on my own property. It is NOT going to be
    easy....

    For starters, very high (and expensive) fences have to be installed.
    You cannot start with a couple of pairs, you have to start with 50 (off
    memory). Those 50 have to be purchased from an established (licensed via Dp
    nat resources and environment) emu farmer and there are none of whom that i
    found are willing to sell that many … at this stage. The animals need to be killed on site and an "environmentally friendly" waste site has to be established to do the
    killing and the processing of the waste. The finer details are available via
    dnr&e.

    I have not yet looked into farming roos, wallaby's, possums or goannas or
    any other native species.

    As far as I know there is no license to undertake such activities.

    As a former chairperson of WIRES South in Sydney, and as a hands on wildlife
    carer for a few years, i have had some real experience with wildlife from
    jelly bean to release and productive life.

    I do know that goannas contain many tape worms in their stomachs, i have
    seen them with my own eyes as i pulled a chicken out of one's throat,
    regurgitating its stomach.

    Not a pretty sight.

    moving right along...

    I would like to set up a small diverse meat farm utilising all of the above
    animals. My property could easily support at least 50 native animals in my
    opinion, I cannot imaging how many goannas! I certainly have enough to live
    off sustainably on my property. They compete with me (very successfully) for
    my chickens and their eggs!

    From my enquiries to date, my dreams of farming native animals for their
    meat is going to be very hard to get through to reality due to this type of
    industry simply not existing anywhere yet in Australia. If it hasn't yet
    been done, then there is no permit, therefore, i can’t purchase one to start
    it! So i am not allowed to... simple. ????

    I'm not talking about a cruel monoculture type system where animals are
    housed in un-natural pens and overcrowded, or left in baron hot fields all
    day, lucky to find the shade of one half dead tree, but a natural bushland
    setting with ONE fence, surrounding them all, where the well fed happy
    animals over-breed naturally in their natural environment (with the addition
    of my house) and their offspring are taken for others to eat to maintain a
    constant balance (as in perm culture).

    Moving on to Cattle...

    I can pick up a sick newborn for free locally. I can raise it myself or put
    it onto a cow that is feeding another or is being used as a milker. I can
    crowd it in with others and treat them all terribly, sckitching dogs onto them
    and not worming them. Then i can have them butchered for a handy profit. Or
    i can take them to market myself or sell them off at a Sale.. where they
    will experience being overcrowded in trucks, surrounded by fellow stranger
    terrified and prodded animals, then locked into tiny filty hot pens while
    being hit with electric shocks before they have to go through it all over again once sold,
    before they are being slaughtered (hopefully humanely), though I have never been
    to a slaughter house, so I couldn’t say. Anyhow, this treatment of animals is
    “normal” so it is all ok! Hrm….

    I know all the stages above are true, i have watched them (first hand) in
    various States around the east coast of Aus. My neighbours did it all the
    time and made small fortunes from these animals misfortune, fear and misery.

    On top of the above with cattle, their hard hooves degrade our land in the wet season
    and the holes they make allow weeds to become very firmly established.

    Continuing along this track simply does not make sense!

    This issue is important for the sake of our natural environment.

    Our natives are here for our natives, we should be farming our natives...
    with a little help from some introduced friends which are also sustainable.

    Regards
    Anne

    Saturday, April 08, 2006

    Published Stuff


    Some Published stuff:

  • Climate Change Action Group


  • Green Left Weekly
    Sustainable Clean Energy Supplies - NOT Nuclear
    http://www.greenleft.org.au/back/2006/658/658p11.htm

    Something from a while back -
    SievX Memorial
    Our Woomera Experience:
    http://library.sievxmemorial.org/agoddard001.htm

    At "Active-Brisbane"
    Coke, General Agreement on Trades and Services(GATS)/Free Trade Agreement (FTA) and the loss of Paradise:
    http://www.active.org.au/brisbane/news/display.php3?article_id=531

    Nuclear Waste - Submission for SA - we won!!!!
    http://www.active-green.org/action.php?id=309&PHPSESSID=a8c1870360a87d2261588fac45315df2

    Magnetic Times:
    Bring the Troops Home:
    http://magnetictimes.com/index.php?d=6&ID=1158

    Letter of Demand from the People of Australia

    Anne's Blog - Sunday April 9, 2006

    Hi

    Below is a letter of demand to the elected representatives of the Australian people.

    If you agree with this letter, and understand that we stand at a point in time where our voices MUST be heard, then... PLEASE take the time to print out the letter; add the time, date, your address, your name and signature, then mail it to: Anne Goddard, C/- PO Box 316, Gin Gin, Qld, 4671. I will accurately collate all the letters and send them to our elected representatives.

    Thank you for allowing me to force our elected representatives to do as WE wish with OUR money.

    Warm regards
    Anne
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    Visit the "Climate Change Action Group"http://au.groups.yahoo.com/group/ClimateChangeAction/------------------------------------------------
    Letter of Demand from the people of Australia:
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    DATE: DAY________ MONTH __________________,2006
    TIME: _______________ AM/PM
    FROM:
    TITLE:_____ FIRST NAME(s):_______________SURNAME:_______________________

    ADDRESS: ___________________________

    ___________________________________

    TO:

    The Honourable Elected Representatives of the Australian People

    Regarding the issue of our taxes being spent subsidizing unsustainable,polluting, climate change inducing, energy production. We the people of Australia, demand that our tax dollars be RECHANNELED into sustainable energy supplies, that will be of benefit to all of the people of Australia for sometime into the future, and in fact, the entire planet.

    Due to the effects of Climate Change via CO2 being released into ouratmosphere and overwhelming information from the Scientific Community tosupport this, information which the President of the USA, Mr George Bush, does not deny; We understand that our taxes would have a greater effect of reducing our CO2 emissions if they were invested into "cleaner", sustainable, energy productions.

    We believe our tax dollars, which are currently spent on the production ofenergy for our use, must be used for the following sustainable energyproduction methods:
    In order, descending, dependant upon on location.
    1. Government owned geothermal energy production
    2. Tidal Power energy production
    3. Wind farm energy production
    4. Solar Cells energy production
    5. Government funded scientific investigation leading to building of infrastructure for the local supply of hydrogen energy
    6. Improved, reliable, local public transport
    7. Improved local Government funded rail infrastructures (which remain inthe hands of the Australian people)
    8. No more privatisation of our existing Rail systems and public transport infrastructures
    9. Adequate funding for the maintenance and upkeep of our existing public transport systems and infrastructures.

    We also demand that our taxes which are currently being spent on scientific research be rechannelled into scientific research into CLEAN, NON-POLLUTING, SAFE, SUSTAINABLE Energy production.

    Specifically, and in order descending:

    1. Local Hydrogen fuel supply.
    2. "Biotowers" http://biotower.org/description.htm

    Signed by


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    printed name in full of the above signator