Wereflea, Thank you for politely telling me to ‘shut up.’
Ms. Gibbs article is not new news for me.
In the summer of 1969, I went to work at the Bethlehem Steel Corporation in Sparrows Point Maryland as a ‘lids man’ in the Coke Ovens section of the facility. The coke ovens were where massive amounts of coal were cooked in large batteries of ovens, at very high temperatures until the finished product became coke which was used later in the production process of smelting steel.
Since I worked on top of the ovens, I was subject to breathing the emissions from the cooking coal in the ovens beneath me. I chose to wear a respirator any time I was directly above the ovens, and at the end of each 8 hour shift, I would discard the two filters in my respirator as they would be black. I was 17 when I started working there. Many men that worked on the ovens for years never wore a respirator for a single day.
Three years after that I started working at W.R.Grace-Davidson Chemical Co. in Curtis Bay Maryland as a Chemical Operator. A couple weeks after I started, I was working an 11 to 7 shift in June. It was very hot even though it was nighttime. I was assigned to operate a particular machine in a room that was producing these dark colored pellets maybe half the diameter of a pencil and about a half inch long. My job for that 8 hour shift was to keep the machine running and insuring the pellets filled the approx. 3 gallon drums they were falling into. Nobody would tell me what it was used for, only that it was called, V-Pop.
An hour or so after I began working in that room with that particular chemical, I went on break. On previous shifts I had noticed others who worked in the area with blood leaking from their nose. This night as I walked to the break area where I bought a drink and snack, I felt something warm running down over my chin. My nose was bleeding. I finished that shift and never again worked with that chemical compound V-Pop again.
Nobody egged me on to protest the Vietnam War. I made that choice myself as my number was 224 and as a college student if I flunked out, the draft could possibly call me. As it turned out, things became increasingly violent during the spring of 1970 at the University of Maryland and that coupled with my involvement of protests in D.C.and on campus, I ended up being asked to leave as an ‘Academic Dismissal.’
I am surprised that you are concerned about me preserving my dignity as a senior.
As I have said here at Common Dreams for all to see, I will stand with those who wish to denounce the tyranny on display in our Capital.
So many posters here at Common Dreams are doom and gloom. I thought the Frankenstein story might add some levity to our current political situation.
You clearly didn’t find it that way. If my posts disturb you, perhaps you should not read them, and just jump to the next poster.