Note: After a
version of this piece ran two years ago, I heard from Karen Silkwood’s
daughter, Elaine Lipsey who felt
that I had misrepresented her mother’s life and maligned her memory. Since I admired Silkwood and her sacrifice, I
was alarmed. I re-read my piece and
found that for dramatic effect I may have sounded harsh and judgemental about
some of her choices in life. I have
revised the post with that in mind. I
have changed no facts about her life, but have changed in places how I
characterized them. I don’t know if this
will satisfy Ms. Lipsey, but it makes me feel better.
She
might have been the model for a damn fine, weepy-at-three-o’clock-in-the-morning country and western song.
You certainly would not have picked
her out of a line-up as martyr or
hero. Her life was often chaotic and some of her choices
made that worse. But the same could be
said of many young working class women of that time and place. Heroes, after all, are not saints but those who rise to the occasion when needed. That was Karen
Silkwood who died on a lonely
stretch of Oklahoma highway
under suspicious circumstances on
November 13, 1974.
I
first became aware of her a little later.
An exchange issue of the Oil, Chemical, and Atomic Workers News
crossed my desk at the Industrial Worker a month or two
later. A cover story told of the death of a rank-and-file union militant at a Kerr-McGee plutonium processing plant in Crescent, Oklahoma. She had reported on repeated safety violations, including spills and contamination at the plant and then had discovered she had been contaminated
with massive over exposure to the plutonium, one of the most lethal substances on earth. Feeling that she was literally a walking corpse—that the plutonium
poisoning would kill her—she he agreed to meet a New York Times reporter
with documents she had stolen from the plant that would prove her allegations of criminal neglect
by the company. She was killed in a
mysterious car wreck late at night
on the way to meet the reporter and an officer
of the union. The documents she was
carrying were missing from her car
and never found.
Despite
the involvement of the Times reporter,
her death had attracted little initial
interest beyond routine coverage
in the local press, where the
determination of the State Police
that Silkwood, with Quaaludes in her
system and marijuana in her car,
probably fell asleep and ran off the road at high speed smashing into a culvert.
Based
on coverage from the OCAW, I featured Silkwood’s death in the Industrial Worker with a dramatic
drawing by Leslie Fish based on one
of the few photographs of the young
woman on the quarter-fold cover.
The
OCAW News may have reached more
readers. The AFL-CIO affiliate had tens of thousands more members than the tiny Industrial Workers of the World (IWW), but could generate little
interest outside the labor
movement. The Industrial Worker, on the other hand, had the advantage of membership in the old Underground Press Syndicate and Liberation News Service. The first was basically an exchange among not only so called underground press of alternative newspapers in cities around
the country, but most of the radical
and left newspapers and magazines, each with reprint rights. LNS was a service based out of New
York that mailed weekly packets
to member publications with a combination of original material and copy from
subscribing publications. Between the
two the IW’s coverage began to get
picked up and spread.
So
my second hand reporting, which
continued over a few issues as developments arose, played a small role in spreading an important
story. Eventually the mainstream press picked it up. Looking
back it seems like some of the best work
I did in my time with the paper.
Publicity about the case
caused the Atomic Energy Commission to
review safety procedures at the
plant, including things brought to their attention by Silkwood and the OCAW
before her death. They found her
allegations of gross violations
by-in-large true. Kerr-McGee was forced
to close the Crescent plant in 1975
and paid heavy fines. The plant closure
cost the company millions and continued to be a drain for years. The plant still
is not completely decontaminated and decommissioned
despite many tries. Groundwater near the plant continues to
have traces of plutonium 200 or more
time the Federally acceptable level.
So
what about Silkwood herself?
She
was born on February 19, 1946 in Longview
along the Sabine River in east Texas, the terminal of the Big Inch
Pipeline that delivered Texas crude
oil to refineries and shipping facilities around Beaumont and Port Arthur. She was raised
in Nederland, a small community in
the Beaumont/Port Arthur metropolitan
area. Her father, like most of her
neighbors, worked in the petroleum
industry.
Silkwood
was a bright, ambitious, but restless girl. She got decent
grades in school without trying too
hard and spent a lot of time partying. She had the same restless spirit and often
feelings of alienation that affected
a contemporary from near-by Port Arthur—Janis Joplin.
After
graduation she attended Lamar University
in Beaumont, a state university
concentrating on supplying engineering
and science graduates for the petro-chemical industry.
In happier times with her children. |
Whatever
Silkwood’s dreams were, they were interrupted when she got pregnant and married her boyfriend, oil worker William Meadows in 1965. She
was just 19. The first child, a daughter named Kristi was followed two years later by a son, Michael, then by another daughter, Dawn. Although the young
family was comfortable enough on the
good pay that a union oil worker
pulled down in those boom years,
Silkwood was increasingly restless as a stay
at home mom and homemaker. She drank,
she smoked dope, she partied hard
with and without her husband. She was alternately doting with the
children and profanely angry at the
world.
One
day in 1972 Silkwood told Kristi that she was going out for cigarettes.
She never returned home, abandoning
her husband and children and heading to Oklahoma
City to start a new life. The
children’s dim memories of their
mother would not be good ones,
although perhaps colored by the bitterness
of her husband.
Why
Oklahoma City? Who knows. It was a big
city far, but not too far from home.
Silkwood got a job in a hospital
there but was at loose ends.
Early in 1972
she was hired as a metallurgical
technician at the Cimarron Fuel Fabrication Site near Crescent. It was a decent paying job—$4
an hour, although known to be hazardous. Among her duties were polishing nuclear fuel rods.
She moved to a run-down house
which she shared with co-workers Drew
Stephens and Sherri Ellis. Off the job the trio drank, smoked dope, and
partied together. Stepehens became Silkwood’s
boyfriend but barely rose above the level of her living with “some dude.” She
and Ellis may have also had a relationship.
Fittingly from a stock certificate. Energy giant Kerr-McGee was the most powerful corporation in Oklahoma. |
The
OCWA was trying to gain recognition at the plant when she was hired. For
whatever reasons, Silkwood threw herself into union activity. She quickly
became the only woman on the union negotiating team. A strike was called and failed after which many workers abandoned the union. Not Silkwood.
She stepped up her activity and was soon head of the safety committee.
She
experienced minor contamination events
herself, each one requiring a painful
and humiliating full body scrubbing with scalding water and rough
brushes by fellow workers in contamination
suits. She quickly began to take note
of several violations she found around the plant.
In
the summer of 2004 Silkwood was among a handful of workers that the union
brought to testify about safety conditions at the plant before the Atomic
Energy Commission. Most damagingly, she
charged the company with falsifying
safety reports. After that she was
more than just an irritant to the company who could not easily be fired while the AEC investigated, she was a marked woman.
Through
the late summer and fall, Silkwood filed several safety complaints with the company.
She also began to collect
documents from the plant, lifting
or copying confidential company files
when she had a chance. And she wasn’t discrete about telling friends what she
was doing and about her plans to turn the documents over the union—and maybe
the press.
On
November 4 while conducting a routine self-check,
she discovered that her body contained over 400 times the legal with
plutonium. Exposure at that level, an
expert later acknowledged was a “confirmed
date with lung cancer.” She was sent
home after another decontamination with kits
to collect urine and stool samples.
The
next day she was assigned to desk duty and spent part of her time in a union negotiating
meeting. Despite not being in areas of the plant where plutonium was active, she
once again found contaminated and given an even more intense decontamination.
When she returned to work on November 7, she set off alarms.
Silkwood
was sent home with a team of heath
engineers who tore apart her house. They found high levels of contamination in
the bathroom and in the refrigerator. Kerr-McGee would later charge that she poisoned herself in an effort to discredit the
company.
None
of the evidence was ever consistent with that charge. Postmortem examination showed that her lungs and digestive track were particularly exposed, indicating that she breathed
in particles and ingested or ate something contaminated with
them. Although contamination was found
in the two spots in her home, neither her car
nor work locker tested positive meaning that there was no way for her to have transported the contamination.
Later
research established that the type
of plutonium to which Silkwood was exposed came only from a production area to
which she had not had access for four
months. Although nothing was ever proved, the deep and abiding suspicion is that
Silkwood was poisoned to frighten her and the union into silence by the company
or even by fellow employees angry that her activities might cost them their jobs.
And
Silkwood was frightened. Terrified
even. The fear was intensified as she
received threatening phone calls at
the house. But she was also mad.
She was sure that she had been, essentially, already murdered. She
gathered all of the information she had into a binder and a manila file.
She contacted New York Times reporter
David Burnam, who was interested in
a story about nuclear safety. She
arranged to meet him and a union representative in Oklahoma City.
On
the evening of November 13 Silkwood met with other union members at the Hub Cafe in Crescent. She showed them the material she was bringing
to Burnam. Several people testified that she had it with her when
she got into new Honda Civic to
drive alone to Oklahoma City.
Silkwood's mangled Honda Civic. The documents she was known bringing to a meeting with a New York Times reporter and an OCAW official were never found. |
She
never made it. Did she pop some ludes and smoke a joint
to take the edge off of nerves? Not
unlikely. Did they put her to sleep or
render her unconscious as the State Police determined? Highly unlikely. She left a long skid mark before leaving the road, meaning she was not asleep
and alert enough to apply the break. Moreover the new car, which had never been in an accident, had damage to the rear in which paint chips were found. Meaning another vehicle was in contact with hers—and likely
forced her off the road. Most of the
damage to the car was in the front end
collision with the culvert. Silkwood
likely died almost immediately from the
impact.
State
Police said they did not find the documents known to be in her possession. Either someone removed them from the car
after the crash, or the Police themselves retrieved
the documents as a favor to the most
powerful corporation in Oklahoma.
The
postmortem examination of her organs was enough to convince the AEC
to launch a real investigation of the plant.
As noted above, within a year it was closed.
Despite
mounting evidence that the crash was not an accident, State Police and local
prosecutors refused to re-open the
case.
The
family, her father and children, filed a wrongful
death case against Kerr-McGee on behalf of her estate. The case drew the
attention of Ms. Magazine which helped to fund the family’s legal team was headed by famed Cheyenne hot shot lawyer Gerry Spence. Equally high-powered Kerr-McGee attorneys
vilified Silkwood as a negligent parent, a sexual tramp, drug user, and mentally
unstable. She was a deranged and disgruntled employee who staged her own poisoning and
contamination—and implied that she crashed
her own car just to discredit a fine
corporate citizen.
The
jury wasn’t buying it. They found for the family and imposed awarded
$505,000 in real damages and $10
million in punitive damages. A
Federal appeals court reduced damages to just $5,000 to cover the cost of
damage to her property and possessions in the search of her home and tossed the
punitive damages entirely, saying punishing
the company was the sole province of the AEC.
In
1984 he Supreme Court, however,
finally reaffirmed the original verdict
and held that AEC action did not
preclude the estate from finding redress in state courts. They sent the case back to the lower court to
review damage and punitive damage awards.
Eventually the parties settled
out of court with Kerr-McGee admitting
no guilt. They paid the estate and
its lawyers $1.35 million, less than
10% of the original judgment.gh
By
then Silkwood’s case had become famous,
especially in the light of the award
winning 1983 film Silkwood directed by Mike Nichols, co-written by Nora Ephron, and famously starring Meryl Streep as Karen, Kurt Russell as the boyfriend, and Cher as a thinly disguised version of
the other roommate. The film,
remarkably, was pretty true to the known facts. Despites threat of law suits, Kerr-McGee was identified by name.
Since
then the case has surfaced from time to
time. Industry apologists continue to smear Silkwood. In 2000 Richard L. Rashk published The Killing of Karen Silkwood
in which he spins a wild yarn
alleging that she was assassinated
by government agents somehow trying
to cover up the diversion of 44 pounds
of plutonium for possible sale on
the world market and a scramble by the CIA,
British MI5, the Israeli Mossad and rogue Iranians to find it. I’m only surprised that Marilynn Monroe was not somehow involved. Ah, Americans and their conspiracy theories.
As for me, the answer is simpler.
Kerr-McGee has blood on its hands.
Isn't the correct death date November 13.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the catch. Typo fixed.
DeleteThank you Mrs Murfin for your revised version of the article. Still have a few incorrect facts, but feel free to contact me if I can help.
ReplyDeleteDawn Elaine Lipsey