NUCLEAR NEWS FOR LIFE ENVIRONMENTAL RACISM,GENETICS,TOXINS

Many years ago a village sorcerer prepared to journey for the day left his young apprentice with a few chores to accomplish in his absence.  The young man, dreading the arduous tasks thought to himself to find a shortcut,  thus fulfilling an obligation and at the same time freeing the afternoon for more pleasant pastimes.

Opening the sorcerer's book of spells he found one much to his liking and set the tools within the abode to do their own chores...Setting first a spell on this one, and another on that..he lay back in the sun to contemplate cloud maidens and butterfly wanderings...soon, mind adrift, he slept.

He awoke with a start and hurried back into the shade of the building.  A trickle of water appeared under the door to the kitchen,  opening the door cautiously... a flood cascaded around his feet...and hurrying past him was the broom, buckets in  hand sloshing yet more water..

Furiously, he grabbed the broom to stop the delivery to the already sodden room only to have yet another bounce around the chair and through the doorway.  He dove at the second snatching at the handle and feet sliding on the water slickened wood floor fell as yet a third tripped right over him, water splashing into his face from the laden buckets.

Blinking he scrambled to his feet..thoroughly alarmed he ran for the old sorcerer's book of spells.  Lifting it from the floor where he had dropped it earlier, water dripping from the pages in little rivulets of blues and browns,  he searched in vain for the runes and rhymes that once covered the pages of his master's book.  The water had  created rainbow hued blots of every bit of ink;  the pages of  closely written script had become mere smears of color streaks.

His hope to end this nightmare dashed, he slumped to the floor and cried.

As news (along with brown rivulets from the cottage) reached the houses in the village, all hope that others would believe him a clever fellow were ended....as his folly arrived on their door steps...
 
 

And so is the legacy of the nuclear apprentice...once set into motion
there is nothing written as to how to end this self perpetuating legacy of nuclear waste and contamination.  Once nuclear power plants and weapons facilities are closed, the damage yet continues, either AT the location of the original plant, or spilled into some other. It is a legacy of the sorcerer's apprentice..and we as global villagers are inundated...

This story closely parallels the current experimentation in genetics research...once altered these changes spread...and once spread can not be called back..