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Propaganda and Coercion
One hot sunny morning in April 1969 I found myself in a small Vietnamese village that had just been bombed. I was looking at more than a hundred strewn bodies of mostly young women and children, many dead, others dying. What on earth was going on here? These people were 10,000 miles from my farming community in upstate New York. They probably never traveled more than 20 miles from this village.
Depleted Uranium
"If depleted uranium enters the body, it has a potential to generate significant medical consequences. The risks associated with depleted uranium are both chemical and radiological."
–Army Environmental Policy Institute, 1995
Depleted Uranium (DU/U-238), about half as radioactive as natural uranium (U-235) and twice as heavy as lead, possesses a half-life of four and one-half billion years. It is known to have been used first during Desert Storm in Iraq by U.S.
Dear America: An Open Letter to my Country
on KMUD’s Hearts & Minds radio show
December 7, 2003
Dear America,
The Shadow
Examine the shadow, and heal from it, or in the alternative, continue projecting the shadow outward until all life is eliminated. In early April 1969, I found myself in a surreal situation, after which I was never the same. I was in a small village (name unknown), accompanied by a South Vietnamese lieutenant named Bao. […]