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Hanford – Personal Stories

The Cancers Can’t Be Hidden Anymore

Posted by on Jul 17, 2012 in Personal - Hanford, Personal Stories | Comments Off

“I just read Full Body Burden . . . I lived the same life in Richland, Washington, with the Atomic Energy Commission and DuPont (and various other companies through the years) running Hanford.  We played in the dirt, because we could and that’s what kids do. We swam, boated, skied and fished in the Columbia and Yakima Rivers.  I raced motorcycles in the desert and ate enough dust to choke a horse.  Hanford was where my mom and grandpa worked; they never spoke about what they did.  At 12 years old I got to go on a tour and walked through the reactor building, looking at the rods and water through thick leaded glass in a thick concrete wall. I knew it was something I wanted nothing to do with, so when I graduated in 1980 I left . . .  Now the stories are coming out, .  Several of my classmates passed on due to rare cancers.”

–A reader in Washington

Appalled By The Deception

Posted by on Jul 17, 2012 in Personal - Hanford, Personal Stories | Comments Off

“I spent six years at Hanford and I am horrified at the level of environmental destruction done in the name of our “defense”.  I am appalled by the deception and lies perpetrated by our Government and especially by the DOE.  I am even more horrified by the level of ignorance of nuclear and radiation issues of the general public around the world.”
–A reader in Georgia

We Had Geiger Counters in Elementary School

Posted by on Jul 16, 2012 in Personal - Hanford, Personal Stories | Comments Off

“I grew up at Hanford (Richland, Washington).  I was born in 1959.  We used to wear dog tags for identification and have “body counters,” i.e., Geiger counters brought to our elementary school so we could each lay down and be scanned.  My sister and I both have medical deformities (more internal).  There is a lot more craziness than that.  My grandfather was part of the Manhattan Project.  My mother worked at Hanford for 40 years and I worked out there as well.
     I just assumed that all of the “nuclear” children that lived in these places [like Hanford or Rocky Flats] wore dog tags.  Mine had name, address, phone number, blood type, birth date, religious affiliation and next of kin.  I have a half sister whom I met later in life who reported the same thing.  It seemed silly because even at 4 years old, I knew the dog tags wouldn’t make the slightest difference in identifying anyone if they died from a nuclear accident.  (more…)