Unreasonable women may yet save the world
By Molly Ivins
Creators Syndicate
AUSTIN - I am writing about the most extraordinary book by the most extraordinary woman, and I would have interviewed her at length except she's going to be arrested if she ever sets foot back in our home state.
That's pretty much the way life goes these days for Diane Wilson, who used to be just a regular old shrimper and mother of five kids, until she accidentally became an activist. Then all hell broke loose. The results are described in An Unreasonable Woman: A True Story of Shrimpers, Politicos, Polluters and the Fight for Seadrift, Texas.
It is the rare, clear, moving voice of a working-class woman goaded into action against the greatest massed forces in the world today: globalized corporate greed backed by government power.
Wilson has discovered a weapon that I believe is the greatest strength of many women: pure, cussed stubbornness. She is an unreasonable woman. God bless her. Unreasonable women may yet save the world.
In 1989, the shrimping in Lavaca Bay was so poor that Wilson, a fifth-generation shrimper, was running a fish house. Lavaca Bay is home to one of the nation's largest underwater mercury Superfund sites, a toxic pile left by Alcoa.
One day, a shrimper with three different kinds of cancer brought Wilson a small clipping from The Associated Press saying that Calhoun County, home to Seadrift, was No. 1 in the nation for toxic waste disposal. Wilson had lived in Seadrift all her life and never heard anything about it -- never read it in the paper, never heard it on TV.
So she called a meeting of shrimpers about pollution -- a distinctly unsuccessful meeting -- and the entire local establishment came unglued. They were furious that anyone would question the chemical plants, the county's largest employer. They kept coming after Wilson, so she kept going after them.
Specifically, Wilson took on Formosa Plastics, a Taiwanese chemical company then building an enormous PVC (polyvinyl chloride) facility near Seadrift. Vinyl chloride, which is used to make PVC, is a carcinogen.
Formosa Plastics insisted that the plant was "the jewel of the Texas Gulf Coast" and would put "zero toxic emissions" into the community. The economic development crowd was overjoyed, and Texas government at all levels scrambled to offer taxabatements to this lovely new enterprise.
Of course, Wilson and her watchdogs found shoddy construction from the beginning; the Environmental Protection Agency later found massively contaminated ground water under the plant; Formosa was repeatedly fined for water quality violations, Occupational Safety and Health Administration violations, same old, same old.
One of the saddest parts of this saga is the eventual split between Wilson and Jim Blackburn, a Houston environmental lawyer, steadfast fighter and Wilson's partner in the struggle for a long time. Blackburn wound up negotiating separately with Formosa Plastics and signing a deal that he thought would protect the community. Wilson balked at it and dramatically went out on her boat the night before the ceremony and tried to kill herself with pills and wine. Didn't work -- she just felt horrible, and the deal went ahead.
Blackburn may well have acted from the best motives, and perhaps Wilson opposed him at the end because she was not as knowledgeable or sophisticated as he. On the other hand, on Oct. 6 of this year, there was an explosion at the Formosa plant at Seadrift; 11 workers were injured.
Diane Wilson is no longer just a citizen who wandered into a local fight. By now, she has become an international activist and is working hard to get justice for survivors of the 1984 horror at Bhopal, India, where 500,000 people were poisoned by a Union Carbide pesticide plant. At least 20,000 died.
Warren Anderson, then-CEO of Union Carbide, initially promised to stand trial in India. But the case was settled with what most observers felt was unseemly haste, and Anderson decided that prudence should keep him out of India.
India tried to extradite him, but the FBI kept saying that it just couldn't find the man. He was cleverly concealed in South Hampton on Long Island. Union Carbide has since been bought by Dow Chemical, and Wilson was arrested for demonstrating in front of the Dow plant in Seadrift -- charged with criminal trespass and sentenced to four months in jail.
She figures, why should she come back to face the music when Anderson is still dodging extradition?
What magnificent unreasonableness.
Creators Syndicate
AUSTIN - I am writing about the most extraordinary book by the most extraordinary woman, and I would have interviewed her at length except she's going to be arrested if she ever sets foot back in our home state.
That's pretty much the way life goes these days for Diane Wilson, who used to be just a regular old shrimper and mother of five kids, until she accidentally became an activist. Then all hell broke loose. The results are described in An Unreasonable Woman: A True Story of Shrimpers, Politicos, Polluters and the Fight for Seadrift, Texas.
It is the rare, clear, moving voice of a working-class woman goaded into action against the greatest massed forces in the world today: globalized corporate greed backed by government power.
Wilson has discovered a weapon that I believe is the greatest strength of many women: pure, cussed stubbornness. She is an unreasonable woman. God bless her. Unreasonable women may yet save the world.
In 1989, the shrimping in Lavaca Bay was so poor that Wilson, a fifth-generation shrimper, was running a fish house. Lavaca Bay is home to one of the nation's largest underwater mercury Superfund sites, a toxic pile left by Alcoa.
One day, a shrimper with three different kinds of cancer brought Wilson a small clipping from The Associated Press saying that Calhoun County, home to Seadrift, was No. 1 in the nation for toxic waste disposal. Wilson had lived in Seadrift all her life and never heard anything about it -- never read it in the paper, never heard it on TV.
So she called a meeting of shrimpers about pollution -- a distinctly unsuccessful meeting -- and the entire local establishment came unglued. They were furious that anyone would question the chemical plants, the county's largest employer. They kept coming after Wilson, so she kept going after them.
Specifically, Wilson took on Formosa Plastics, a Taiwanese chemical company then building an enormous PVC (polyvinyl chloride) facility near Seadrift. Vinyl chloride, which is used to make PVC, is a carcinogen.
Formosa Plastics insisted that the plant was "the jewel of the Texas Gulf Coast" and would put "zero toxic emissions" into the community. The economic development crowd was overjoyed, and Texas government at all levels scrambled to offer taxabatements to this lovely new enterprise.
Of course, Wilson and her watchdogs found shoddy construction from the beginning; the Environmental Protection Agency later found massively contaminated ground water under the plant; Formosa was repeatedly fined for water quality violations, Occupational Safety and Health Administration violations, same old, same old.
One of the saddest parts of this saga is the eventual split between Wilson and Jim Blackburn, a Houston environmental lawyer, steadfast fighter and Wilson's partner in the struggle for a long time. Blackburn wound up negotiating separately with Formosa Plastics and signing a deal that he thought would protect the community. Wilson balked at it and dramatically went out on her boat the night before the ceremony and tried to kill herself with pills and wine. Didn't work -- she just felt horrible, and the deal went ahead.
Blackburn may well have acted from the best motives, and perhaps Wilson opposed him at the end because she was not as knowledgeable or sophisticated as he. On the other hand, on Oct. 6 of this year, there was an explosion at the Formosa plant at Seadrift; 11 workers were injured.
Diane Wilson is no longer just a citizen who wandered into a local fight. By now, she has become an international activist and is working hard to get justice for survivors of the 1984 horror at Bhopal, India, where 500,000 people were poisoned by a Union Carbide pesticide plant. At least 20,000 died.
Warren Anderson, then-CEO of Union Carbide, initially promised to stand trial in India. But the case was settled with what most observers felt was unseemly haste, and Anderson decided that prudence should keep him out of India.
India tried to extradite him, but the FBI kept saying that it just couldn't find the man. He was cleverly concealed in South Hampton on Long Island. Union Carbide has since been bought by Dow Chemical, and Wilson was arrested for demonstrating in front of the Dow plant in Seadrift -- charged with criminal trespass and sentenced to four months in jail.
She figures, why should she come back to face the music when Anderson is still dodging extradition?
What magnificent unreasonableness.
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Molly Ivins floors me! Nobody can tell a tragic story, and make you laugh yourself purple while you are reading it, like Molly can. Except perhaps Jim Hightower or Juanita from the Brazos River bait and tackle shop.
In Texas, having nice hair and a cute fanny was never enough. You had to know how to make folks laugh to be thought of as having any sort of brains and value.
Molly does me proud.
But I digress; Molly's point about priorities and irony was not lost on me.
What it all comes down to is money. And the good ole boys who run the show still think that their right to be bullies is worth more than a woman's right to live her life without undue intrusions and harassment.
I can just imagine them exclaim in-between sips of twenty five year old scotch, with stony, self satisfied facial expressions obscured by the haze of Cuban cigar smoke, "It's a manhoodthang-honey. You wouldn't understand!"
Well, no, I guess I wouldn't.
The boys at the Formosa plastics plant along with the bubbas in the Texas lege think a couple thousand cancer cluster deaths, a few more occupational hazard deaths, and an extinct shrimping industry, is a small price to pay for their hotshot tickets to hunt game over at the Armstrong ranch in Corpus with Dick Chaney.
And so it goes.
"Perhaps I have a bit of insanity in me, who knows. My perspective is that if my freedom and happiness on this free side of the world are compromised, I will go to war with the person(s) or institution(s) which dare to try to make me a submissive in this one and only life I have to live. " ~ Anonymous
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