The next morning had me and four colleagues on a private US Military 12-seater plane to the far northern region of Niger...a two-hour flight, 1,192 kilometers (741 miles) to the town of Arlit in between the Sahara desert and the Air mountains, 200 km south of the Algerian border.
The few and far between trees and green spots in Niamey seemed like a tropical paradise compared to the ground I saw quickly approaching as we landed on the dirt/sand runway. Now this was the true desert...sand as far as the eye could see. Desolate, absolute barren land. So why in the world was a town here? Apparently, I found out later, there was no Arlit before 1969 when uranium was discovered by the French government. The French mining company, AREVA, now operates two mines, Somair (Societe des Mines d l'Air) and Cominak (Compagnie Miniere d'Akouta) Apparently, French nuclear power generation and the French nuclear weapons program is dependent on the uranium mined from Arlit, with 1/5 of the world's uranium deposits found in this little area of Niger. And apparently, the region of Agadez, where Arlit lies, is in the center of the smuggling route from the northern coast of Africa to the sea ports of southern West Africa. AQIM, heavily involved in drug trafficking, smuggling and anything else you can imagine across the Sahel, finds this area a remotely perfect, silent, overlooked and untouched spot for many of its hideouts and operations, not the least of which is kidnapping random foreigners when given the opportunity.
Enter the US Military. "The U.S. military is expanding its secret intelligence operations across Africa, establishing a network of small air bases to spy on terrorist hideouts from the fringes of the Sahara to jungle terrain along the equator..." according to an article by Craig Whitlock in the Washington Post.
"U.S. officials said the African surveillance operations are necessary to track terrorist groups that have taken root in failed states on the continent and threaten to destabilize neighboring countries. The unarmed U.S. spy planes fly hundreds of miles north to Mali, Mauritania and the Sahara, where they search for fighters from al-Qaeda in the Islamic Maghreb, a regional network that kidnaps Westerners for ransom."
A convoy of three SUVs driven by a US special operations team in civilian clothes (their 'concealed' weapons bulging out from under their shirts) with Nigerien armed escort cars with machine guns on the back and eight armed men each in front and behind were there to greet us as we stepped off the plane. The U.S. spy planes might be unarmed, but these guys sure aren't, I thought as I eyed their 'concealed' weapons bulging our from under their shirts. This would become the norm for the next four days. We didn't go anywhere without them and the Nigerien escorts even camped around the house where we stayed. I'd never been in close proximity to so many guns in my life!
One of the two escorts that followed us everywhere. |
Anti-terrorism special forces |
Hang on a second...that sounds really familiar...especially as one who worked for another often over-looked branch of the government doing exactly the same kinds of things...the US Peace Corps (PC). Health, WASH, education...volunteers came to work with communities on all these things...and stayed for two years doing it, learning the local languages and culture on extremely small stipends....in order to, in fact, spread peace. Ironically enough, the US decided to pull the PC out of Niger at the beginning of 2011 immediately following the kidnapping of two Frenchmen in Niamey. But then decided to send a CA unit to do the same thing less than a year later? And for a 4-6 month stint? I can almost guarantee you that the cost to send one CA team for six months to Arlit could cover twice as many PC volunteers for two years...(sorry, don't have research to back that one up, just personal observations of the lives of these CA personnel and then my own experience as a PC volunteer...let's just say six months worth of PC stipends was spent in four days of life with the CA team, not including the private personal airplane ride).
Anyway, that first evening, the CA team took us to meet with a local women's group, run by a lady named Zalima considered to be one of, if not THE most influential women in the area, almost, if not more influential than the governor himself (unheard of in a male and Muslim dominant society). On the way, I found out my driver makes his living by driving all types of people around the region and knew quite a bit about the area. He told me everyone first of all hates the mining company, and second of all, lives in constant fear of the affects of the uranium on their health. "Just wait and see," he warned me, "tomorrow, as soon as you wake up, you'll begin to feel the affects of being here for even one day." He glanced in the rear view mirror to make sure I was listening. "You'll feel tired, sore and stiff...as if your muscles can't relax." I nodded, prompting him to go on. "All the workers at the mines know that after they retire, they will only have a few more short years to live. The uranium kills them fast."
I had never really thought about uranium before. I think before that week, or before I arrived in Niger, I'd only really talked about it in high school chemistry class, and even then, it was just to memorize the periodic table....I couldn't tell you anything else about it. Then, I arrived in Niger, and suddenly uranium was talked about a bit more frequently as the main export/resource of the country. But even then, I still felt in the dark about what it was even used for...why it was so important. Even, after five months in Niger I didn't understand until I was talking to a scientist friend who told me uranium was used for nuclear power (yes, it's true...before that point I never realized uranium was used in nuclear power). Then it all made a lot more sense. 4,298 tons of uranium was extracted from the Arlit mines in 2010. 15 lbs (7 kgs) of uranium can be used to make an atomic bomb; of course, most uranium these days is used to power the world's nuclear power plants...so we think. (right before the Iraqi war, Saddam Hussein allegedly sought to purchase uranium from Arlit. To power a nuclear power plant? I'll let you decide.)
We arrived at Zalima's house. The group was gathered in her courtyard and we sat in a circle with them, outside under the night sky to learn more about them and what they do. The women were preparing the traditional tea over coals, in anticipation of breaking the daily Ramadan fast at 7:30, when the sun was officially set. We found they are part of a network of women's groups from several communities in the area, with the central one there in Arlit. They followed the popular savings and credit group model found all over Niger (and West Africa), doing income generating activities together such as making soap, sewing clothes etc. We asked them a bit about their personal lives as living in a mining town. Immediately, we knew we'd hit a nerve...'unhappy with the mining companies' was the understatement of the year. The women talked about lack of support, horrible conditions in the mine, lack of healthcare. But haven't the companies built a hospital to provide free health care to all its miners and their families? "Yes," they said, "but once the husband dies, the wife and children can no longer have access to it. And all of our husbands die early...there are so many of us who are widows now....because of the mines...the uranium." But isn't there another government-run clinic you can go to? "Yes, but it's so expensive. We can't afford it." When we asked what effects the uranium has, they all mentioned lung/respiratory problems as the number one problem. The women pleaded with us to come help them and the women in the network, and through that, help their families as well.
After a short visit, we left the women to begin their feasting, having not eaten all day, and we continued on to dinner at the local miner's restaurant. A restaurant built especially to serve miners and expat miners coming in and out. All food for the restaurant is imported directly from France. I was beginning to understand why people, despite hating the mine working conditions and the desolate environment, decide to move there. These miners get paid more than most Nigeriens, with all housing and healthcare included. In fact, the town had some of the nicest consistent housing structures I'd seen in Niger, and most people, even the women from the group were quite nicely dressed. Of course, these aren't always concrete signs that people aren't struggling, but it's hard not to compare to other areas I've seen in Niger. But I'd try to save my opinions for later when I could get more information.
The next morning, the CA team met us at our house and, as is normal Nigerien protocol, we went to meet the governor, the mayor, and the chief of the village we were going to visit that day, outside of Arlit, to do our community assessment. We piled into his small office and did general introductions with the three men. We were in the middle of explaining our planned agenda for the day, along with the village chief, when the door burst open and in comes a short, lighter-skinned, well-fed (trying to put it nicely) man in elaborate clothing. His voice booms out over everyone else's as he does his rounds greeting everyone. We look at the CA team, confused, and ask them if they know who he is, but they're just as confused as we are and have never seen him before. Suddenly, he takes over the meeting and before we know what's going on, he's joined the convoy. The meeting ends and he jumps in first car of the now 10-car convoy to lead the way on the 2-hour drive through the desert to meet with the community (which we suddenly find out isn't really a community, but a nomadic desert Tuareg group). We start stopping at random places on the drive with Mr. Personality showing us random wells we need to rehabilitate etc. As we talk with the other Nigeriens with us, out of earshot from Mr. Personality, we find out who this guy is. My driver: "Oh, him? He's one of the richest Tuaregs in the region. A drug smuggler. No one can stand up to him because he owns 90% of their livestock and herds and has the money and influence to make their lives miserable." Great, I thought, in trying to be low key and avoid terrorist kidnappings, our 'mission' gets hijacked by one of the top drug smugglers in the region who is now showing us all the wells we need to rehabilitate to benefit his livestock and keep his trade going. The irony of the US military personnel training the Nigerien army to stand up against people like this very guy who was now sitting side by side with those same personnel was definitely NOT lost on ANY of us.
'Assessing' a broken well. I'm sure you could guess from my description, but Mr. Personality is third from the left. |
But, as one must do in the daily unexpected events that occur in Niger everyday, we had to go along with it. Cultural complexities are so tricky, and this was no exception.
Driving across the desert was an experience in and of itself. Absolutely nothing but sand as far as the eye could see and when you could see no further, mirages took over. All the childhood stories and cartoons came back to me of mirages in the desert etc...mirages are so very real...matter of speaking! I kept wondering how in the world the drivers knew where to go...there were no roads, they were just driving...with no landmarks that I could see to mark the way. But I remembered that the Tuaregs are adapted to desert life and, after all, they must know how to navigate the desert or they wouldn't survive.
After a couple hours of driving like that, we finally arrive at the 'destination,' suddenly surrounded by hundreds of livestock, grazing on grass that had sprung up from recent few and far between rains. Yep, I thought, the Tuaregs sure do know where to go in the desert. Colorfully clad Tuareg men riding around in a circle on camels, with the women sitting in the middle playing drums and singing were there to greet us as we got out of the cars. We were literally out in the middle of nowhere...not a structure to be seen. I watched the scene in front of me...my Tuareg friend from my French class had told me about this custom...camels 'dancing' in a circle to the music. It was an amazing sight to see, even though I knew it was all a show, probably also arranged by Mr. Personality, who was in the midst of it all, telling everyone what to do and making sure we were watching.
Watering hole made by recent rains |
Community assessments, we found, were hard to do when we were suddenly in a different kind of 'community' than what we expected. But we made it work, dividing the men and women and talking with them to learn about their culture, ways of life etc. It was actually quite fascinating as I'd never talked with a desert nomad group before to really learn about how they live and survive in the desert. The hard part was, well, we were in the middle of the desert, in the middle of the day, with no trees/protection to be found. Just when I thought my skin wouldn't be able to take it anymore and might spontaneously burst into flames, the women did one of the most beautiful things I could've imagined. They took off their head-wraps, unfolded them, and stood around us, holding them as a canopy over our heads to protect us from the sun. The effect was immediate and I felt like crying in relief and appreciation...they probably thought we were crazy for being out in the sun in the middle of the day, and making them come out too, but they still sacrificed their own comfort to shade us and our ill-adapted skin and bodies from the harsh desert sun. Over and over again, they pleaded with us to bring our NGO's work up here to Arlit and surrounding communities...there is so much need...and no one to help...
Tuareg women creating shelter for us from the sun. Zalima, on the far left, was our translator |
The biggest need we saw, as can be assumed in a desert context, was water. this Tuareg boy was given this water to drink directly from the pond shown in the picture with the camels above |
As we said our goodbyes, I couldn't help wonder if I had just experienced one of those nearly once-in-a-lifetime experiences. Unforgettable. Druglord and all. The MREs (Meals - Ready to Eat) provided for our late lunch on the drive back by our military friends topped it all off. I'd always heard about those meals but never could've imagined what they'd be like. Speaking of nuclear power...I now know that MREs could, in fact, withstand a nuclear fall out!! But, they are kinda handy in situations such as that one where we're in the middle of a desert....
The next and final day, we decided we should visit the hospitals to see what the complaints of the people were all about. First was the government-run clinic. I braced myself before-hand since I've never had a good experience at hospitals and clinics in West Africa. I dread going every time...horrible facilities, dirty, smell of death, not enough doctors or nurses to go around, no medicine...it's always my number one reminder of how hard people have it here, moving me to tears wishing it was different and how I don't deserve the kind of care I've always received.
However, as soon as we stepped foot in this clinic, the experience was so different. It was the cleanest, nicest clinic I'd ever seen in West Africa. Even more, I couldn't believe how empty the place was of patients! There were three nurses just following us around along with the doctor as if they had all the time in the world. There were empty beds, disposal facilities, every patient seemed well taken care of. Something didn't seem right!
We moved on to the mining company's hospital. We drove through the entrance and again, I noticed we were the only car in the whole parking lot. We walked down the deserted walkway to the main building and opened the door. I immediately felt as if I'd walked into a building from the Dharma initiative: long sterile hallway, that aqua green/blue paint, everything from the 1970's, and completely empty. Room after room fully equipped with beds, surgery tables, chairs, supplies, but no one around. The head doctor (I half expected him to be that doctor on LOST and greet us with 'Namaste') led us down the hallway to his office at the end. We made brief introductions and then he took us on a tour of the empty hospital before leading us back to answer questions. It was, by far, the nicest hospital I'd seen in West Africa (which might not be saying much as I haven't really visited THAT many). Super clean, equipped with good technology and supplies, well-staffed, air-conditioned (!!!!) birthing ward and patient rooms, etc. When we met with him at the end, we brought up his opinion on the effects of the uranium on people and the most common illness he treats at the hospital. "Hardly any illnesses related to uranium...we most commonly treat people who've gotten hurt in motorcycle accidents, to be honest." Wow...so no respiratory infections? "Nope." And you don't treat anyone who is not related to miners, correct? "Not quite true...yes, we are here primarily to treat miners and their families, but we treat anybody who comes through our doors, free of charge. All they have to bring with them is a slip from the government-run clinic saying they couldn't treat whatever it is they have." Mind blowing....how could that be possible? Again, something just wasn't right! No effects of uranium? Free healthcare to all? How could the people themselves say such different things? We asked his opinion on the conditions of the mine and he said there's nothing wrong with the mine conditions. He even said Greenpeace came through awhile ago to do a study on the mines and the environmental impact etc., "They didn't find anything of interest," he claimed. I made a mental note to look up that study later. We asked several more questions and, at the end, like everyone else, the doctor pleaded for us to come and help in the area. He said there's been only one other 'aid' agency that's come through Arlit in his 15 years working there...someone from the Peace Corps looking into sending a volunteer to work there, but then never sent one. Why? I wondered. And why weren't there any other agencies like WFP (who is all over Niger), PLAN etc.? Most of all, if everyone said Arlit needed aid and NGOs so badly, why didn't the mine take responsibility for its own town it created and help fight the social issues and poverty all around it?
We all left the hospital shaking our heads at the entire experience of not only the hospital but the last three days. Was this some strange episode of Twilight Zone?
The same airplane came the next morning to take us back to Niamey. As we took off, I caught an aerial view of the uranium mines. My first glimpse of them.
Aerial view of one of the mines |
I mentioned in one of my first blog posts upon arriving in Niger about the multiple international mining companies who have rooted in Niger to exploit resources with few benefits to the Nigeriens themselves. Billions of dollars made by these companies from a country second to the bottom on the Human Development Index. Seeing some of that injustice firsthand had really stirred something even more inside. Safe and sound back in my uranium-free house, you better believe I went right to work researching.
Health impacts to those living near or working in uranium mines? Well, turns out there really hasn't been much research done about it, and what is out there turns up with conflicting reports. The biggest risks come from inhaling the particles or ingesting in food or water. It doesn't permeate through skin. Possible lung cancer, though one study said there's no risk of cancer...decreased white blood cell count, some possible birth defects, increased risk of diabetes and kidney disease. Oh, and it looks like uranium miners have more first born female children. A report published by Hibakusha Worldwide on this specific Arlit area has some strong words to say, though:
A large mountain of nearly 35 million tons of mining waste has accumulated over the years, uncovered and exposed to desert winds. The tailing dump is located close to the city's vegetable fields. Children regularly play in the radioactive rubble. Until the 1980's, miners were not provided with even the most basic protective gear. They mined in t-shirts and shorts, without masks, gloves or dosimeters. According to local NGOs, doctors did notice rising rates of lung cancer, but did not raise alarm. Countless miners have contracted lung cancer, but so far not a single case has been officially accepted as an occupational disease.
The report went on to say organizations like Greenpeace have found abnormal concentrations of radioactive radon in the air and water. 4 out of 5 tests of the drinking water found rates higher than WHO's recommended rate. So I looked up Greenpeace's study and report, published April, 2010 and entitled: "Left in the dust: AREVA's radioactive legacy in the desert towns of Niger". Apparently, to that point in time, a "comprehensive, independent assessment of the uranium mining impacts' in Arlit had never taken place. Even Greenpeace was only able to do a brief scientific study of the area but is calling for a comprehensive study to take place. Their findings, if really true, are extremely disturbing. This statement sums it up nicely:
The people of Arlit and Akokan continue to be surrounded by poisoned air, contaminated soil and polluted water. With each day that passes, Nigeriens are exposed to radiation, illness and poverty - while AREVA makes billions from their natural resources. The Nigerien people deserve to live in a safe, clean and healthy environment, and to share in the profits from the exploitation of their land.Billions? Yep, right on AREVA's website. 2008 boasted 13.1 billion euros in revenue from its operations worldwide. 200 million euros in sales from Niger's uranium production alone. A third mine in the Arlit area is planned to start production in 2013 and will be the second largest uranium mine in the world. More from Greenpeace?
On the streets of Akokan (near Arlit), radiation dose rate levels were found to be up to almost 500 times higher than normal background levels. A person spending less than one hour a day at that location would be exposed to more than the maximum allowable annual dose.So what about the doctor from the mining hospital that claimed no respiratory problems?
Exposure to radioactivity can cause respiratory problems, birth defects, leukaemia and cancer, to name just a few health impacts. Disease and poor health abound in this region, and death rates linked to respiratory problems are twice that of the rest of the country. Yet AREVA has failed to take responsibility for any impacts. In fact, its company-controlled hospitals have been accused of misdiagnosing cases of cancer as HIV. It claims there has never been a case of cancer attributable to mining in 40 years—what it doesn’t say is that the local hospitals do not staff any occupational doctors, making it impossible for someone to be diagnosed with a work-related illness.
Other evidence from the study showed that AREVA is not following international safety norms in its operations of the mines and disposal of mine waste. But its website claims 'safe, clean and green technology' in its uranium extraction. Apparently, after Greenpeace published its report, AREVA came right out with its own report to address the accusations called "AREVA and Niger, a Sustainable Partnership"It's website also claims a sustainable partnership between AREVA and Niger, boasting that:
As the country’s first private employer and main industrial partner for the past 40 years, AREVA is a major stakeholder in the Nigerien economy. Mining activity generates important revenues that have a positive impact on the development of social and public initiatives (employment, population health, training, infrastructure development, etc.). AREVA has been contributing to the improvement of living conditions of local communities for a long time.In the report, AREVA claims regular monitoring of mining activity under Niger's supervision, environmental protection, and health and safety for its workers. It even mentions that the Greenpeace study "seems to basically rely on the public's fears and disinformation, which does not bring anything constructive to the process" and later calls them hostile. It claims the same standards for the Niger mines are used for its European and Canadian mines, and that exposure to radiation of its workers is regularly monitored and comes out 15% lower than the regulatory limit. It also claims to regularly test the water, air and soil quality which stays within WHO's recommended limits. What about those social and public initiatives? AREVA says it has spent over 25 million Euros on community development over the past six years, 37 million Euros in various taxes to Niger and 3 million Euros in 'societal contributions.' In Arlit, it says it started and equipped a library for the general public and also holds constant on-site trainings for its workers. It backed up the doctor's claim that the hospital is open to all residents free of charge and said it spent 1.14 million euros in 2009 to run the hospital. They do acknowledge the higher rates of respiratory problems, but equate it with the general conditions associated with living in a desert environment with all the dust and sand. And finally, AREVA has consistently responded to humanitarian need in Niger in the ways of food assistance and flood assistance to those affected by the crises.
Four days after I left Arlit, a headline came across my Niger Google news alert: Workers strike at AREVA's Somair uranium mine. I quickly clicked on the link to find the workers had started an open-ended strike due to poor living and working conditions. Not much more information was said, but again, the workers themselves seemed basically unhappy.
There's still much to process with this experience and ensuing research. As I reflect on this story, all the different people I talked to, all the different perspectives, conflicting stories...I can't help but think this is what it must be like for a lot of similar situations all over the world. If AREVA was doing everything right, and ensuring the safest environment possible, and taking care of its workers and their families, wouldn't it show through to those very workers and family and thus the community? So if (and only if because ultimately I might not ever truly be able to say) injustice really is occurring in Arlit due to AREVA, the prevailing attitude of complacency ensues: what are the lives of a few thousand Nigeriens dubbed some of the poorest people on Earth in the middle of an easily overlooked desert compared to billions of dollars from a lucrative trade run by some of the wealthiest people in a rich nation? Yet, this is only one mine of several in Niger and thousands more in Africa (now I'm seeing all the mine news such as the recent events in South Africa)...along with thousands other situations like it around the world. Not to mention mining is only one trade, one form of injustice in a sea of multitudes of others. So what now? What do you think?