If ever there were a book that would make you consider packing up and moving from wherever you now live, this is it.
As most good stories do, this one begins quite innocuously, with author Bill Carter doing what millions of fathers and families have done forever: starting a garden outside his modest home. The distinction in this case is that Bill's home is nestled in the mountains of what once was the copper mining capital of the world, Bisbee, Arizona, located in the southeast corner of the state.
Little did he realize when he sat down to eat the vegetables of his labor in the form of a salad that it would not only make him violently ill, but that it would set him off on a journey to discover why--and what he could do about it.
Admittedly, my interest in the subject matter may be somewhat more acute than most: my modest house is about a half mile from Bill's. And while I've never grown or harvested a vegetable garden in my yard, every other condition that applies to his ability to live a clean and healthy life in a former mining camp applies to me and my wife. Suffice it to say that what he learns and shares with the rest of us is unsettling at best, revolting and life-threatening at worst.
The bottom line is this: Where there is mining, especially of an ore so integral to our everyday lives, there are consequences both immediately evident and completely unseen, many of which take decades to manifest themselves. And you can rest assured that the mining companies aren't telling us what they are.
Carter begins by learning what was in the soil that made him so ill. He writes at length of a remediation program that's been going on for Bisbee for years, where the mining conglomerate owns much of the surrounding mountains and landscape. (In fact, the title to our house stipulates that our ownership only extends 40 feet beneath the surface, the soil beneath which can be undermined by the company.) As part of the program, homeowners are invited to have their soil tested for a number of contaminants, many of which are produced quite naturally. If any of these is found to exist at an unacceptable level, the company literally comes in, digs out and replaces the offending soil, completely at its expense. Our yard, found to have marginally high levels of lead, was remediated this summer and, frankly, they did a fabulous job scraping, replacing and landscaping our steeply sloping yard, which certainly looks better now than before.
(How these contaminants ended up in our yards is a subject which Carter explores at some length.)
What Carter has to consider that I, a man in my mid-fifties, don't, are two young children whose long-term health may well be affected by living here. (Carter also points out that the mining company is considering resuming operations here, as new technologies have enabled them to essentially and profitably "re-mine" deposits that have already been mined. Suffice is to say that this technology, not unlike past methods, employs a great deal of deadly chemicals.) While I am certainly exposed to nothing more or less than his children, the long-term consequences may never materialize given my age (although we have lived here for 17 years).
I was basically left with a couple of conclusions after I had Bill sign my copy of "Boom, Bust, Boom" and ripped through it in short order.
One, none of us has any control over where the resources we depend on--coal, copper, oil, whatever--are located, and the process of extracting any of these from the earth is harsh, brutal and often irreparable. Carter spends no small amount of time not only here in Arizona, where mining has been a huge business (and employer) for over a century, but he travels to Alaska, where a huge deposit of copper has been located near the richest and most plentiful salmon fishing area in the world. Both states are home to indigenous tribes which have long considered these lands (their homes) sacred, and his examination of mining's impact on their lives (and incomes) is thorough and fair. Along the way he interviews several mining company executives (including the CEO), who do the predictable dance of promising good stewardship of the land while offering good-paying jobs, a promise that history suggest may be nearly impossible to keep.
What makes this a particularly divisive issue is our dependence on this one metal, and he does a fabulous job of detailing how ubiquitous copper is. (It's eye-opening to hear how much copper--hence mining--is required in order to operate a wind-powered generator or even solar panels, two of the "green" alternatives to coal-powered electricity.)
The other conclusion I reached is that, while mining may be one of the more obvious offenders, we now live in a society whereby we're essentially asked to pick our poisons. Yes, mining at all stages, from production to consumption, can be hazardous to one's health. But so can spending too much time in the sun, drinking too many martinis or eating too much red meat. We all have to make choices, and we all have to live--or die--with the consequences. Our use of and proximity to copper and the means by which it's extracted from earth are just a couple of decisions among many.
You may be surprised at the choice Carter ultimately makes. It may end up influencing yours in a very huge way.