Or, "fucking Navajos", as you call them.

This is Libby. I have never called her a "fucking Navajo". I call her by her name, Libby.



Her husband was a well-known medicine-man. He went to work in the uranium mines for a time, and died of uranium poisoning. The government acknowledges that she is due compensation for his uranium death, but have managed to keep it tied up in red tape for over 35 years. She would like to have the money only to drill a community well for her village so that the people wouldn't have to drive every day to get clean water at the trading post to haul for their small sheep flocks. Her entire village on 'Moonlight Creek' has no potable water at all anymore, due to uranium pollution.

She is 95 now, and will probably die before she gets the money to pay for a well for her small community.

I know many of her neighbors who have been displaced from their traditional family homes due to contamination.


This is Sally. I have never called her a "fucking Navajo". I call her by her name, Sally.



She lives on top of a remote high mesa, where she was born and has lived all her life. She cares for her daughter who is blind due to uranium. She also cares for a young adult man who is deformed and retarded from birth from uranium. His mother is dead.

Though Sally and her parents used to have good water available, the water is poison now, and Sally's grandsons drive every single day an hour and a half each way over steep winding dirt roads to bring a tank of water in the bed of their pickup truck to water her small sheep flock and vegetables (that's how she feeds the young man, her daughter and herself).

The road is impassible in winter, but the tribal gov't cares for their elder members and brings in water by helicopter each day.

"what is your opinion of the units of measurement" in relation to the loss of safe water to these "fucking Navajos"?