August 6, 2009
by Karen Topakian
In a strong and clear voice, the habited nun read aloud one of our “Demands to Disarm” to the Livermore Lab Security Force and the Alameda County Sheriffs. I couldn’t tell if they were listening. It’s hard to see their eyes behind their tinted facemask and dark sunglasses.
Nineteen of us, including a woman with a walker and another in a wheel chair, took our places in the road at the West Gate of the Lab risking arrest.
I know that these uniformed men and women standing in formation have no more control over the activities of the Lawrence Livermore Weapons Lab than I do. But they were the public face of the Lab on August 6th.
A high holy day for the nuclear disarmament community.
Sixty-four years ago today, a United States B-29 bomber dropped “Little Boy,” a 9,700-pound uranium bomb, on Hiroshima, Japan at 8:15 a.m. killing as many as 140,000 people. Unleashing the nuclear age.
And we were there to say we must disarm.