"By One Means or Another, The New Generations Suffer For The Poisonings of Their Parents." -Rachel Carson
A half century ago Rachel Carson exposed the grave dangers of synthetic pesticides to the American public sharing equal parts of her love of science and nature. 50 years have passed since she first published her clarion words, still, sadly, billions of pounds of poisons have continued to rain down on humanity worldwide. The Nation’s newest generations deserve to know and understand Rachel ‘s message of warning.
If you haven’t done so already, CedarCide.Com encourages everyone to read Rachel Carson’s Silent Spring. Here is a segment…
A FABLE FOR TOMORROW:
There was once a town in the heart of America where all life seemed to live in harmony with its surroundings. The town lay in the midst of a checkerboard of prosperous farms, with fields of grain and hillsides of orchards where, in spring, white clouds of bloom drifted above the green fields. In autumn, oak and maple and birch set up a blaze of color that flamed and flickered across a backdrop of pines. Then foxes barked in the hills and deer silently crossed the fields, half hidden in the mists of the fall mornings.
Along the roads, laurel, viburnum and alder, great ferns and wildflowers delighted the traveler's eye through much of the year. Even in winter the road- sides were places of beauty, where countless birds came to feed on the berries and on the seed heads of the dried weeds rising above the snow. The country- side was, in fact, famous for the abundance and variety of its bird life, and when the flood of migrants was pouring through in spring and fall people traveled from great distances to observe them. Others came to fish the streams, which flowed clear and cold out of the hills and contained shady pools where trout lay. So it had been from the days many years ago when the first settlers raised their houses, sank their wells, and built their barns.
Then a strange blight crept over the area and everything began to change. Some evil spell had settled on the community: mysterious maladies swept the flocks of chickens; the cattle and sheep sickened and died. Everywhere was a shadow of death. The farmers spoke of much illness among their families. In the town the doctors had become more and more puzzled by new kinds of sickness appearing among their patients. There had been several sudden and unexplained deaths, not only among adults but even among children, who would be stricken suddenly while at play and die within a few hours.
There was a strange stillness. The birds, for example where had they gone? Many people spoke of them, puzzled and disturbed. The feeding stations in the backyards were deserted. The few birds seen anywhere were moribund; they trembled violently and could not fly. It was a spring without voices. On the mornings that had once throbbed with the dawn chorus of robins, catbirds, doves, jays, wrens, and scores of other bird voices there was now no sound; only silence lay over the fields and woods and marsh.
On the farms the hens brooded, but no chicks hatched. The farmers complained that they were unable to raise any pigs the litters were small and the young survived only a few days. The apple trees were coming into bloom but no bees droned among the blossoms, so there was no pollination and there would be no fruit.
The roadsides, once so attractive, were now lined with browned and 249 withered vegetation as though swept by fire. These, too, were silent, deserted by all living things. Even the streams were now lifeless. Anglers no longer visited them, for all the fish had died.
In the gutters under the eaves and between the shingles of the roofs, a white granular powder still showed a few patches; some weeks before it had fallen like snow upon the roofs and the lawns, the fields and streams.
No witchcraft, no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.
This town does not actually exist, but it might easily have a thousand counterparts in America or elsewhere in the world. I know of no community that has experienced all the misfortunes I describe. Yet every one of these disasters has actually happened somewhere, and many real communities have already suffered a substantial number of them. A grim specter has crept upon us almost unnoticed, and this imagined tragedy may easily become a stark reality we all shall know. ...
Rachel Carson Was Right About Pesticide Bioaccumulation, Bioconcentration and Pesticide Biomagnification.
We read of industry backed shill groups say that Rachel Carson was wrong. It is abundantly clear that their motive is to protect the obscene profits of their gluttonous masters, the petro chemical pesticide industrial complex. Rachel Carson’s important and chilling personal observation of biomultiplication of these toxins in nature was never popular with industry who claimed that the levels of usage were safe. Its’ mind boggling how an industry born from nerve gas has been so successful promoting their absurd fiction of safety to the general public for 60 years. Rachel Carson was right, there is nothing safe about these poisons continuing to biomultiply and bioaccumulate in our environment, in the food we eat and the water we drink.
Rachel Carson Was Right Then, Today Her Warning is Critically Imperative if We Want To Save Our Necks.
Carson warned of the dangers of indiscriminate pesticide use, a message that has gone unheeded by an industry that continues to make new and deadlier compounds, deadly to man, bird, fish and fowl in the name of profit. Sadly what Rachel Carson observed rightly then has now become critically imperative if mankind wishes to save its neck…
As the rains fall on farmer’s fields and neighborhood lawns they send organophosphates, carbonates and pyrethroid pesticides to soak into our soil or run off into our rivers, lakes and oceans. Plankton, small plant and animal life absorb these trace amounts only to be eaten by the next level the food chain, then up to the next, and the next, by the time man eats, these once trace quantities of poisons have multiplied greatly, bioaccumulating to deadly levels, sometimes morphing into more sinister compounds with each step up the food chain.
CedarCide’s Stance Against The Chemically Dependent Pest Control Industry .
The pest control Industry is dangerous and outdated, six decades after it’s rebranding from the military nerve gas guy to pest control guy, the industries’ sheer senility force us to find the nearest old folks home and fast. We stand in diametric opposition to the pest control industry’s continued, blind use of dangerously toxic agents rather than seek out, develop and embrace effective, non toxic, biological pesticide alternatives. There’s killing bugs, and there’s killing bugs wisely. Ignorant bureaucratic tradition and folly have fueled the systematic poisoning of the earth’s eco system by powerful petro chemical pesticide giants. Either these giants are frightfully ignorant, of deliberately evil and need to be sent along, far away, chop chop, to the land of the buggy whip. We suggest that every individual currently working in the pest control industry read Silent Spring to fully grasp the effect their poison sprays have down wind and decades later. “Can anyone believe it is possible to lay down such a barrage of poisons on the surface of the earth without making it unfit for all life?” Rachel Carson