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...Quapaw Indians, whose land was leased for the mines. And environmentalist Robert F. Kennedy Jr. has joined a class action to force companies to relocate the population of two polluted towns, Picher and Cardin. Court papers suggest that mining executives knew as early as the 1930s that the contaminated dust was dangerous but sought to, in their words, "dissuade" the government from intervening. A mining-company lawyer says the charge is based on "out-of-context reading" of historical documents...
...massive pile of gravel. From the summit, a lifeless brown wasteland stretches to the horizon, like a scene from a science-fiction movie. Mountains of mine tailings, some as tall as 13-story buildings, others as wide as four football fields, loom over streets, homes, churches and schools. Dust, laced with lead, cadmium and other poisonous metals, blows off the man-made hills and 800 acres of dry settling ponds. "It gets in your teeth," says Sparkman, head of a local citizens' group. "It cakes in your ears and hair. It's like we've been environmentally raped...
...toddlers, they played in sandboxes of chat--the powdery output of mills after ore is extracted from rock. As preteens, they rode their bikes across the gravel mounds and swam in lime-green sinkholes. Their parents used mine tailings to make driveways and foundations, never thinking that contaminated dust might blow through the heating ducts of their ranch houses. In the past decade, studies have shown that up to 38% of local children have had high levels of lead in their blood--an exposure that can cause permanent neurological damage and learning disabilities. "Our kids hit a brick wall," says...
...Dust To Dust France closed its last remaining coal mine, bringing an end to the nearly 300-year-old industry. Nuclear power provides the country with 80% of its energy needs...
...occasionally there are signs that Sonia may share some of the crowd's feelings. In four long, hot days of campaigning, she visibly relaxes only once?when she calls a sudden unscheduled halt in the middle of a dust-bowl plain and strides out to where she has spied a group of female nomads under a tent of sticks and black plastic. The women have only the faintest idea of who she is. Sonia cannot understand their dialect. And the photographers, trailing far behind, cannot hope to capture this briefest of off-guard moments. But away from the crowds...