We Almost Lost Detroit
We Almost Lost Detroit
We Almost Lost Detroit
DETROIT
JOHN G. FULLER
FOREWORD
problems the accident posed. One result was to set back the
liquid-metal fast-breeder program by many years. However,
the government is still promoting new designs of these
reactors for use in the next decade, and the problems exposed
in this book will not disappear. Meanwhile, the light-water
reactors that are currently being used in this country have
safety problems of their own, as this book demonstrates. For
example, a light-water reactor cannot undergo a low-order
nuclear explosion as can occur in a breeder reactor. But a
loss-of-coolant accident in a light-water reactor could lead to
a core meltdown. Thus, while the accident sequences are
different for the two types of reactors, the end result, the
possible release of radioactive material into the environmentis the same.
The developers of the Fermi breeder reactor were very
sincere, diligent, and highly qualified individuals to whom the
safety of the reactor was paramount. Extreme care was taken
to insure against the possibility of a serious accident
occurring. The scientists involved were most confident that
they had covered all possible problem areas. They had built
safeguards on top of safeguards. Yet in spite of the
precautions in the design and construction of the Fermi
reactor, and in spite of the reassurances by the scientists that a
serious accident could not happen, one did occur. The results
far exceeded the expectations of anyone involved with the
project. Fortunately, at the time of the accident, the reactor
was operating at a very low power level or the consequences
could have been much worse.
The Fermi accident and the others described in this book
demonstrate the fact that no matter how much diligence is
exercised in the design, construction, and operation of a
nuclear reactor things can and do go wrong. Design errors
occur, the unexpected happens, human error is a very real
possibility.
that ran the laboratories for the AEC were more interested in
keeping their contracts than they were in doing the research
as it should have been done. The managers' philosophy was
that the AEC was always right.
I left my job with Aerojet Nuclear Company, the AEC's
major safety contractor at the Idaho National Engineering
Laboratory, because of a growing frustration with the safety
program. I became particularly concerned about the way in
which the AEC had continually misled the public about the
safety of nuclear reactors. Only favorable results regarding
the safety research were reported. I knew well the large
number of uncertainties and problems that were not freely
publicized; only a continuing pressure from citizen groups has
made these uncertainties known to the general public. And I
am concerned that the safety systems on the reactors
operating in this country have not been tested, and the
adequacy of these systems has yet to be proven.
The AEC, as a government agency, had an obligation to
serve the public in an unbiased manner. It did not. The new
Nuclear Regulatory Commission has been formed specifically
to regulate, and not promote, the nuclear industry. But after
the first several months of operation, there does not appear to
be a truly unbiased view prevalent in the NRC.
The public has a right to know all the pertinent
information regarding not only the safety involved in nuclear
reactors, but all the other related problems. Only then can a
rational decision regarding the acceptability of nuclear power
be made.
Carl J. Hocevar
Union of Concerned Scientists
Cambridge, Mass.
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Grail. Armed with the authorization from the AEC, he set out
on his mission to bring together a viable group of utilities that
would join with him in mastering the intricacies of the new
art. This would also bring enough private capital into the
project, and demonstrate to both the AEC and the Joint
Committee on Atomic Energy of Congress that the private
sector meant business, and could do a better job than
bureaucracy in developing the promise of nuclear power.
Cisler did his utmost to convince both manufacturers and
utilities that they must join in the battle, even if the ultimate
profits might be a long way off in the future.
It took ten months, but his power and persuasion paid
off. By October of 1952, he had created a Nuclear Power
Development Department at Detroit Edison, and had managed
to bring fifteen other utilities into the Edison-Dow breeder
reactor project. They included some of the best blue-ribbon
utilities in the country: from Consolidated Edison of New
York to New England Power to Philadelphia Electric. By
October 19, 1952, the AEC had approved the growing
membership in the project a unique cooperative venture that
no individual utility could handle alone, in either money or
expertise.
There was no question that both a heavy expenditure of
money and solid expertise were needed if private companies
were to catch up with the government's enormous nuclear
establishment that had grown out of wartime necessity.
In December of 1952, however, the entire nuclear
fraternity received a jolt. It was enough to make many sober
scientific minds wonder whether this new technology that
seemed to hold so much promise for the future of man was
worthy of pursuit.
The Canadian government's atomic research center, some two
hundred miles northwest of Ottawa, sits near the lonely
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alpha, beta, or gamma rays that have little respect for the cells
of the body.
The figures that emerged from the group's carefully
calculated studies were not encouraging. If the assumed
accident happened under what is known as a common
nocturnal inversion condition, the lethal cloud of radioactive
gases and particles would kill an estimated 3,400 people
within 15 miles of the plant. Severe radiation sickness would
fell another 43,000 people up to 44 miles away from the
accident. Another 182,000 people up to 200 miles away from
the source would be exposed to a dose that would double the
chances of cancer. Property damage alone would amount to
$7 billion about 10 percent of the government receipts at the
time in 1957.
The problem of evacuation the only real answer to a
massive release of radioactivity was even more discouraging.
From a hypothetical accident like the one proposed, 66,000
people would have to be rapidly moved out of a 92-squaremile area, stretching to a point as far as 100 miles downwind
from the damaged plant. For slower evacuation, 460,000
people would have to be moved out of their homes, up to 320
miles downwind from the accident.
Projecting these figures to a major accident at an atomic
plant near New York City, the accident could affect homes as
far away as Pittsburgh, Buffalo, Portland, Maine, or
Richmond, Virginia. If the same thing happened in a nuclear
plant near Chicago, the effects could be felt as far away as St.
Louis or almost to Des Moines, or Louisville, Kentucky. A
major Detroit accident could, under these conditions, affect
Toronto, Buffalo, Pittsburgh, or Chicago.
The release of these WASH-740 figures in March, 1957,
brought on another storm of controversy, casting a shadow on
the steel skeleton rising on the edge of Lake Erie. In a letter
accompanying the report, the AEC hastened to explain that
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had not caught fire. But definite safety measures were taken
to stop such an unwelcome event in the future.
At regular intervals the reactor was shut down, and the
uranium and graphite were invited to heat up very gradually
under controlled conditions. This was done simply by
shutting down the air that cooled them. In this way, the
graphite could slowly get rid of its stored-up energy, and
everything could then continue with no chance of a sudden
outburst. The condition was named after physicist Eugene
Wigner, and was sometimes called "Wigner's Disease."
Curing this strange disease and fever could be a tricky
business. It was like cooking a roast in a hot oven. If it is too
hot, the fat could catch on fire. The device used in place of an
oven thermometer was called a thermocouple, but its function
was the same. When the reactor was shut down early that
October morning, every precaution was taken to make sure
that it was completely closed down. The thermocouples, so
critical in the process, were thoroughly checked and the bad
ones replaced.
The preparations were meticulous and painstaking. It
took all night and through most of the day until the plant was
ready to start the Wigner release. At about 7:30 on Monday
evening, the signal was given to start the nuclear heating.
This was carried on through the night until Tuesday morning
when the heating from the uranium was stopped. But after an
hour or so, the operators in the control room noticed that,
instead of coasting along in the controlled heating condition,
the "oven thermometers" showed that the graphite
temperature was dropping. It should have been rising under
its own momentum.
The physicist in charge was aware that in the past the
process often had to be jogged with an extra heating, so the
order was given to repeat the process. For some unexplained
reason, he did not have an operating manual or detailed
were brought in, in an attempt to cool the flames. But the heat
was too great. The fire continued.
The last resort would be to drown the reactor in water. It
was impossible to predict when the other fuel elements in the
core would burst into flame, loading the high chimney's filter
with an impossible burden of fission products: radioactive
iodine, strontium, and other gases. At least the particles, it
was hoped, would be held back by the filters. But even if they
held, the gases would escape.
The use of water was an agonizing decision. But if the
fire kept up, the only possible answer would be the
evacuation of the whole region-the farms, the villages of the
Lake District, the towns and cities and ports on the shore of
the Irish Sea.
Health physicists were everywhere. Film badges were
checked and rechecked by a special process on the spot.
Personal dosimeters-devices that clip on the pocket like
fountain pens and that record body exposure to radiation were
supplied to everyone. Extra staff was called in to man the
infirmary. The men who peered into the open plug holes
received extra doses of radiation in the face and head, but
because their film badges were not worn on the head, the
extra doses they received were indeterminable. The managers
of the plant canteens were ordered to put their food under
cover.
Meanwhile, other health physicists were scurrying
around the twisted roads of the region in panel trucks to check
the radiation readings in a wide area around the Windscale
reactor. The readings were rising, and they were beginning to
cause great concern to the health physicists. However,
practically no one in the neighboring villages and farms had
any idea that anything was wrong. If they noticed the health
physics trucks, it was assumed they were on a routine
radiation check, a fairly common occurrence.
the police. The target was twelve dairy farms within a twomile area of the Windscale plant.
John Bateman, at Yottenfews Farm, was roused out of
bed by motorcycle police at 1:30 Sunday morning. He was
told to keep his milk inside the cans until the scientists could
come and check for contamination. One by one, the local
farmers were awakened and given their orders.
It was revealed that the sample of the Friday milk supply
ran to six times the permitted concentration (arbitrarily
established at the time) of the radioactive iodine. This was
small comfort to mothers with young children. The medical
officers insisted that the external radiation was not enough to
produce genetic damage. The farmers were assured that they
would be compensated for any losses they suffered, but one
farmer said plaintively: "We've never worried about
radioactivity until now."
In spite of the reassurances, more farms were added to
the banned list as the radiation vans continued to monitor the
region. By Monday morning, October 14, the list of milk
seizures jumped from 12 to 90 farms in the area. By
afternoon, the list had grown to 150 farms under the ban.
Milk sales in Carlisle, about 40 miles away, dropped 15
percent as housewives shunned it. Meanwhile, over 10,000
gallons of milk had piled up in the dairies. Imported milk was
brought into the area for children and infants.
By Tuesday, the milk alarm had grown to enormous
proportions. It stretched down the coast to Barrow-in-Furness,
a hundred miles away by road, and to Millom. Together, they
represented a population of 80,000. The Atomic Energy
Authority would only say that the measured level of
radioactivity in milk samples "taken on a gradually extending
survey has not fallen off as rapidly as was anticipated."
The banned area now covered two hundred square miles.
The sales of canned and powdered milk soared. In spite of it,
the citizens of the area took the matter with typical British
calm. "You never know what's going to happen next, do
you?" said a cheery waitress in Barrow. "You have to be so
careful with these radioactivities."
The swelling supplies of the contaminated milk would
have to be shipped to the Milk Marketing Board's depot in
Egremont. Here thousands of gallons would be
unceremoniously dumped into "sea sewers," through which
the milk would vanish into the Irish Sea, with the very clear
probability of contaminating the aquatic life. With the whole
stretch of coast under the milk ban, the problem of holding
the milk before it could be shipped to Egremont became
acute. A vaguely issued announcement said that the farmers
could feed the milk to calves, but this was in direct opposition
to a statement by the chief of the Windscale operation who
said: "While this would be entirely harmless to adults and to
pigs, I would hesitate to give it to young children or calves."
There were also widespread fears about the water
supplies. But the Atomic Energy Authority assured the
populace that there would be no danger from that source. The
health physicists began a series of blood tests on the cattle to
see how much radioactive iodine had been absorbed by the
animals grazing on the contaminated meadows. New
warnings went out regarding animals that were to be
slaughtered, instructing anyone killing an animal to remove
the thyroid gland.
Farmers grew increasingly impatient with the vague and
confusing information supplied them by the Windscale
authorities. They wondered why it was all right to drink the
milk on the Thursday of the accident, but not on Monday.
Why had the ban been extended down the coast so slowly?
What would happen to cattle breeding? What about the
property values of the land itself? Meanwhile, the men
working at Windscale and Calder Hall received hot buckets of
water and soap to scrub with before lunch. But they weren't
told just how much contamination there was around the
installations.
The miners in Whitehaven held a protest meeting to
complain about the possible radioactive contamination of the
mines through the ventilation ducts. New workers were
brought up from Lancashire as "unexposed" workers to labor
in the more contaminated areas. Radiation exposure is
cumulative. Those who receive a more than normal dose must
be kept away from any contamination until a long time has
elapsed.
The tons of water poured into the fire were also loaded
with radiation. It added to the exposure of workers in the
immediate area of the reactor. An RAF helicopter was
brought in to make tests 150 feet above the top of the
chimney, photographing the filters down through the chimney
opening as it did so. In faraway Devon, some three hundred
miles to the south, some farmers who were unlucky enough to
buy some West Cumberland cattle were ordered by the police
to destroy them.
The confusion continued all through October as an
official inquiry was conducted by the Atomic Energy
Authority. For the most part, the public attitude settled down
to: "They must know what they're doing. They'd tell us if
anything were wrong." One worker at the plant said with a
twinkle: "We're all radioactive here. What we don't know,
won't hurt us."
But others were less charitable. A local official said: "If
things are bad, we want to know. And if they aren't, we've a
right to be told in words we can understand." Reporter Judith
Hart interviewed a scientist at Windscale who had packed his
wife and children off to the south of England when the fire
broke out.
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by water. After hauling one of the hot rods away, the crane
returned on its railroad tracks to pick up the second one, the
rod known as J-18. But this rod was swollen and warped, and
couldn't slip up into the flask. A bigger entrance snout had to
be installed. In doing so, it wasn't noticed that the heavy water
in the huge tubular flask had drained out through a broken
valve.
Even a small piece of irradiated uranium fuel is
potentially deadly. A single irradiated fuel rod exposed to the
air could release some 10,000 rads or more each hour. It takes
only 450 rads to kill fifty percent of the people exposed to it,
if they are without protective suits. Any container or cask
used for moving an irradiated fuel rod around must always be
kept filled with a liquid coolant. The coolant's loss means
inevitable disaster, since no steel container can hold back
radiation without it. The rays have no respect for mere metal.
Late on Wednesday evening, May 24, the big tube flask
was positioned exactly over the hole where J-18, the badly
damaged fuel rod, was resting inside the reactor. Very
gingerly, the rod was raised partway up, and brought to rest
still within the heavy shielding of the reactor vessel. At this
point, the crew discovered that the heavy water had drained
out of the tube. There was no time to lose.
Only more water could prevent disaster, but some of the
most critical pumps had automatically locked themselves off
because of the loss of water-. The operator on the railroad
crane took the only possible action. He tried to shove the rod
back into the reactor. It jammed. Then he hit the button to
extract the rod again, while other members of the crew in
protective suits and masks rushed to bring emergency hoses to
the deck on the top of the reactor where the crane sat.
The damaged fuel rod had now been without cooling
water for nearly ten minutes. The snout of the crane finally
picked up the burning fuel rod, and telescoped it back into the
floor and into the lower basement levels. The crew, hiding
behind the giant crane to shield themselves from the
radioactivity, watched the snout of the tube closely. As it
passed over the repair pit which was sunk in the floor of the
crane gallery, they were horrified to see a short piece of the
now-blazing fuel rod drop out of the snout and into the open
pit.
All but a skeleton crew was ordered out of the building.
The operator stayed with the crane and moved it to the
opening above the storage bay, so the highly contaminated
water could pour into the "swimming pool" storage area
below. As the water gushed down the shaft, the molten
uranium in the pit continued blazing, filling the building with
deadly fission products.
Outside the building, managers, draftsmen, accountants,
engineers, and bookkeepers all of whom had not been
constantly and directly working around the reactor and
building up cumulative doses of radiation the way the reactor
crews did met with the plant supervisors to volunteer service
in the emergency. The radiation fields directly over the
blazing pit now registered over 1,000 rads an hour an
unquestionably fatal dose for any measurable length of time,
with or without protective suits and respirators.
The amateur office crew was suited up with masks. Each
was provided with a bucket of sand. The job: to run into the
building, up a long, precarious steel stairway, dash to the pit,
and throw the bucket of sand on the burning molten uranium.
A scout was sent ahead to scramble up the stairway, spot the
exact location and condition of the fire, and report to the
sand-bucket man.
Then they went inbookkeepers, managers, and
scientistsand they didn't mind admitting they were scared.
The first one in was an accountant. He poured the sand
quickly over the fiery, misshapen fuel-rod fragment, dashed
back down the ladder-like stairway, and out into the fresh air
again. In the brief moments he was in the building, in spite of
the protective clothing and mask, he had absorbed his entire
permissible radiation allowance for the year.
The others continued, one at a time, like a grotesque
track relay team on an obstacle course, covered with plastic
suits and snoods, monstrous-looking Canadian army combat
masks, rubber gloves over cloth ones, and slippery plastic
overshoes over rubbers. With over 1,000 rads coming up from
the pit, they were ordered to keep line-of-sight observations
of the fire to a minimum. Several monitors showed that the
radiation was so "hot" that it sent the meters off the top of
their 1,000-rad scale.
The fire was out within fifteen minutes, but the lethal
radiation was everywhere. A courageous crane operator went
back to drive the snout down into the shaft of the storage bay
to stop the heavily contaminated water that was still gushing
out of the tube. Another inserted a plug into the hole where
fuel rod J-18 had once rested. The clean-up job began
immediately, just before midnight.
Using a borescope, which is like a flexible periscope of a
submarine, they looked into the debris of the reactor vessel.
They found finely divided uranium powder, which seemed to
have sintered welded together into cinders from the high
temperatures created by the accident. There was evidence of
an explosion, perhaps from a chemical reaction between
uranium and water. The blazing fuel of J-18 that had spread
so much contamination was found to be just one small scrap
of a rod of uranium, only twelve inches long.
The clean-up job was prodigious. The first problem was
to get the scrap of uranium and sand, still lethally hot from
radiation but no longer burning, out of the pit. Teams of six
men, working only sixty seconds at a time, ventured into the
building. Here they worked with twenty-four-foot-long hoes
and shovels to scrape the sand and uranium onto a skid and
then cover it with more sand. A large semi-trailer truck was
backed into the reactor building. A four-foot-thick wall of
concrete blocks was placed between the space for the uranium
and the driver's cab. The area around the truck was so
radioactive that no one could get near it. The crane operators,
working in two-minute shifts, had to lower the skid onto it by
touch.
It took until 8 A.M. on May 25 to safely lower the
twelve-inch-long fragment of uranium onto the trailer truck.
Every road in the area was cleared of traffic and people.
Slowly, the truck with its tiny load of uranium buried in sand
moved the one-mile distance to the burial ground. Each speck
was vacuumed up, then the road surface was either washed
with a fire hose, or the exposed part of the road surface had to
be physically dug up, removed, and buried.
Other staff and office workers were called in to remove
all the remaining sand and debris in the repair pit. The health
physicists did some fast computing and agreed that it would
be safe to let the workers take up to five rads of exposure-the
maximum allowable annual limit. They worked in ghostly
shifts of one and a half minutes each, fully armored with
clothes and masks. Again they used the clumsy, twenty-fourfoot-long hoes, rakes, and shovels, dumping the debris into
garbage cans radiating up to two hundred rads as soon as the
remaining crumbs of the uranium and sand filled them.
As the clean-up job continued through Sunday night,
closed circuit TV cameras were installed so that supervisors
could keep watch over the clean-up crews, and the crews
could study their work areas in advance before entering the
lethal atmosphere. Practically all the doors in the reactor
building were sealed off. Throughout the first week after the
accident, the radiation readings were terribly high some still
over 1,000 rads each hour.
As the final clean-up was being done at Chalk River, the fuel
rods for the Fermi reactor were being fabricated by the
Sylvania-Corning Nuclear Corporation in Hicksville, Long
Island. In contrast to the chunky, lower-grade rods of the
Chalk River reactor, the Fermi fuel rods, sometimes called
fuel pins, were literally as thin as Fourth of July sparklers,
and four or five times as long. But they packed a much greater
wallop. To load the core of the Fermi plant would take a
million dollars worth of rods, made of the potent enriched
Uranium-235, which would be packed tightly into the small
but powerful core. The tight packing and the richer fuel
would increase the potential danger of the reactor, because
the tighter uranium is packed, the more hazardous it is. But
Walker Cisler, acutely aware of the safety problems, was
constantly taking greater pains to explain to the communities
the care that was being taken to make the plant at Lagoona
Beach a model of safety. Speaking one evening to the
Monroe, Michigan, Business Men's Association at the local
country club, he said that full precautionary measures would
be taken to bar the possibility of any sort of explosion. He
cited the control rod system which would automatically shut
down the reactor if improperly operated, the "negative
temperature coefficient" which would also automatically shut
off the reactor if the temperature and reactivity started to go
out of control.
"Through these measures and many others which I have
not mentioned," he told the businessmen, "we are confident
the reactor plant presents no hazard whatever. We would not
think of building or operating it if we were not sure of this."
Asked about the furor in Washington concerning the
hidden safety report of the Advisory Committee, and the
UAW protests against the plant, Cisler said: "It is a little hard
to understand this controversy. I think it comes about largely
through lack of understanding of the vast amount of work that
has been done and remains to be done before the plant goes
into operation. In our minds," he concluded, "there are no
safety questions that cannot be resolved before the plant starts
up."
There were few who doubted Cisler's sincerity. He was a
man dedicated to the social good, and his motivations were
honest. But subjective value judgments were involved, and
this was what made the issue so difficult to resolve among
men of goodwill on both sides of the fence. Whose judgment
was correct, and how could it be determined?
Cisler, McCarthy, Amorosi, and the rest of the
management staff of the Fermi project were competent,
conscientious, and responsible people. If they had been
building an ordinary, coal-fired generating plant, no one
would have contested them. A violent accident or explosion
in a plant like that could be expensive and could injure a
handful of people, but it could not affect an area the size of a
state, or kill thousands of people. This was where the valuejudgment process came in. This was why the fight was
intensifying between the critics and the creators of the atomic
power plants.
Behind both sides there appeared to be two of the most
driving forces motivating men: fear and guilt. Many of the
advocates of fission energy harbored strong guilt feelings
about the hideous threat that the splitting of the atom had
hung over mankind. Harnessing the atom for peace would
assuage that guilt. The opponents of fission energy had strong
fears about permitting future generations to face a perpetual
threat that would be caused by the thousands of nuclear
power plants planned for construction by the year 2000. Their
theory was that even if men like Cisler, McCarthy, and
Amorosi turned out to be infallible, the men who worked for
them, the manufacturers who supplied them, the shippers who
transported the fuel rods, the inspectors who checked for
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Two months after the AEC had ruled in favor of the Fermi
operation, the U.S. Court of Appeals reviewed the AFL-CIO
suit spearheaded by Walter Reuther. The brief was filed on
July 25, 1959, but because of delays in the court process, oral
arguments were not heard in Washington until March 23,
1960 eight months after the suit had been filed.
The shocking outcome was delivered on June 10, 1960,
when the Court of Appeals ruled that the construction permit
for the Fermi plant was illegal. Building would have to stop
within fifteen days.
The experts in Cisler's office were thunderstruck. If the
ruling held, the economic repercussions would be awesome.
Cisler replied by petitioning for a rehearing within a week.
The AEC joined in the petition. But on July 25, 1960, one
year after the court action had been brought by the unions, the
Court of Appeals denied the petition. Construction was to
stop. Millions of dollars would be frozen in economic limbo.
Neither Cisler nor the AEC were ready to give up,
however. Almost immediately they announced that they
would appeal the case to the U.S. Supreme Court. The move
was backed by the Department of justice, which supported the
AEC. While the case was being appealed, construction
continued. Life went on as usual at Lagoona Beach as more
giant, heavy equipment arrived. The molten sodium was
injected into the full system. The construction permit was
renewed by the AEC for another year. Mrs. Enrico Fermi,
widow of the world-famous physicist, came to inspect the
plant named in her husband's honor. The remaining months of
1960 swept by, with the Fermi crew doggedly moving ahead
in spite of the Supreme Court appeal, which hung over the
project.
On January 3, 1961, some 1,700 miles to the west of the
Lagoona Beach construction site, the three-man crew of a
reactor known as the SL-1, in Idaho Falls, was well into its
duties on the 4 P.M. to midnight shift. The reactor was
designed to be plunked down in the middle of the arctic to
bring light and heat to remote military bases, so it produced
only two hundred kilowatts, enough for about one dozen
homes. Because it was small, it was being serviced by only
three men at night. There was Richard Legg, in his midtwenties, an electrician's mate for the Navy who had
completed eight months of training at a military nuclear
power school. He had worked for more than a year on the
reactor. There was the reactor operator, John Byrnes, also in
his mid-twenties, and an Army specialist. He had nearly a
year and a half's experience at his post. The third man on the
shift was Richard McKinley. He was only twenty-two, and a
trainee, fresh from another Army training program.
The three men had lots to do that clear, cold night. The
reactor building, looking like a fat, tall corn silo, sat on the
flat plains about forty miles from the town of Idaho Falls, the
AEC's bedroom community where the families of the three
men lived. Though the reactor itself was small, it was part of
a huge AEC testing station-an area covering 892 square miles,
almost as large as Rhode Island. In addition to the SL-1, there
were sixteen other experimental reactors scattered throughout
the vast sagebrush and desert complex. By 9 P.M., however,
most of the employees in the other facilities would be gone,
except for the night crew and the fire and security personnel.
The SL-1 crew was working a lonely shift. To the west,
the Lost River range loomed like a vague, dark silhouette.
Highway U.S. 20 skirted near the southern boundary of the
reserve; Idaho 88 paralleled it nearly thirty miles to the north.
Both sliced partly into the AEC complex, and few headlights
could be seen along the straight, flat stretches of the roads.
For the past two months things had not been going well
in the belly of SL-1. The cadmium control rods had been
highly uncooperative, with a tendency to stick and jam.
Considering the SL-l's highly enriched Uranium-235 fuel, this
was not a situation to be taken lightly. A critical and supercritical condition could emerge within millionths of a second.
Worse, on several occasions, steam had seeped into the
control room without warning. There was evidence of crud
gathering in the coolant water. There was also swelling and
bowing of boron plates installed on the fuel elements as a
"poison" to keep the atom-splitting from going into a runaway
chain reaction, by drinking up the excess neutrons.
The guts of any reactor take a beating, both from
irradiation and corrosion. As a result, the tendency of control
rods to stick had to be watched very carefully. In fact, orders
had been issued to all crews that they must "exercise" the
safety and control rods regularly to make sure they would
respond promptly to achieve either a routine shutdown or an
emergency scram. The exercising consisted of raising and
lowering the rods from different heights to make sure they
were running free. But by two days before Christmas, on
side of what had once been the top of the reactor. One was
still and lifeless. The other was moving.
They picked up the man who was still alive and put him
on a stretcher. Their three-minute allotment was almost up.
They carried the stretcher to the top of the stairs leading down
to the control room, then rushed out of the building to
summon the standby crew. Within seconds, the crew of five
were back. Part of the team checked the second victim who
was barely visible. He was dead. The others picked up the
stretcher, ran and stumbled out of the building to a waiting
panel truck. The radioactivity from the man on the stretcher,
who now seemed more dead than alive, was intense. The
truck spun out fast to meet an ambulance at a roadblock
established where Fillmore Boulevard met U.S. 20, several
miles away. The doctor, fully shielded, examined the victim.
He was now dead, with his body continuing to give off lethal
radiation. It was not safe to take the body anywhere but back
to the SL-1 site. The ambulance returned there with its tragic
burden.
Meanwhile, another team scrambled to the reactor
building, into the 1,000-rad atmosphere. The second body
was still on the reactor floor, as if blown aside by the twisted
wreckage. The third was still nowhere to be seen. Time was
running out.
Then they looked up to the ceiling, one story above the
reactor floor. The third crew member was impaled there. Part
of the reactor rod was through his groin and out his shoulder.
He was obviously dead. The rescue team left the building.
A decontamination trailer arrived at the scene. The
rescue crews who had entered the building were stripped of
their clothes, cleaned and washed, and rushed to the
dispensary for further decontamination. Up to 30 rads had
leaked through their clothing-not enough to present
immediate clinical symptoms.
second body from the floor of the reactor. (It was now
obvious that the removal of the third body, impaled on the
ceiling, would take long days of planning before it was even
attempted.)
To get the second body out of the reactor building, the
crews rehearsed the planned routine carefully. Because the
radiation exposure load had to be spread over many people,
jobs had to be broken down into several steps, each team
accomplishing only part of the plan. It took until 7:30 P.M.
the following evening for this to begin. The maximum
permissible working time was set at one minute for any
individual. There were two health physicists and two military
men assigned. One of the physicists held a stopwatch at the
entrance to the reactor operating floor. The other stood by in
the control room, where the body was first to be taken.
The rest of the four-man team rushed into the reactor
floor. One took the shoulders; the other the legs. Their oneminute limit expired when they were halfway down the stairs
to the control room. They kept on going, placed the body on a
blanket in the control room, and retreated. Another team
dashed in. They took the four corners of the blanket, and
moved swiftly out of the building with it to a waiting
ambulance. The second body was also taken to the Chemical
Processing Plant.
There was still the third body, plus the condition of the
reactor to be coped with. It was impossible to climb onto the
structural beam next to the body. The beam itself was both
heavily contaminated and precarious. The readings went as
high as twice the lethal dose 1,000 rads on both the beam and
the body. A photographer sent in to photograph the position
was permitted only thirty seconds to film the grisly scene. It
was obvious that it would take many days working under
these conditions to extricate the body. An entire relay of
teams was set up to begin the task.
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distance from each other. The dummy fuel pins were for
testing only. If they had been real, an alarmingly dangerous
condition would have been created. In 1960, there was a fourto six-month delay, as tests showed that the fuel pins would
swell and block the essential coolant from passing through the
reactor. The potential power of the reactor had to be cut in
half because of the tests on the fuel pin behavior. The sodium
reacted with the graphite shielding, and much of the latter had
to be replaced. It took fifteen months and $2.5 million to do
so. The machinery dome design had to be changed, because it
was found that the 288,000-pound plug to seal the top of the
reactor could become a deadly missile and shatter the
containment. All of this was reported to the AEC. There was
no cover-up. The incidents simply dramatized the incredible
problems encountered in this uncharted sea of complexity.
To add to these problems, in the fall of 1962 a
subassembly stuck, more sodium plugged, more graphite
deteriorated when it shouldn't have, and the enormous fuel
lifting device failed. It took months to make the repairs.
The construction permit had to be extended, and the
delays seemed endless, both technical and administrative.
After all the years of monitoring the construction, the special
Advisory Committee on Reactor Safety- the committee that
had had so many reservations about the safety of the Fermi
reactor, met in October of 1962 to give consideration as to
whether the plant was now safe enough to operate.
Under the committee's scrutiny at the meeting was
whether or not to load the fuel into the reactor, and begin tests
that would use only 1/400th of its ultimate power. Because
the reactor was going to operate at only a fraction of its
designed power, the Advisory Committee cleared the way for
permission to be granted to operate at this low level, subject
to a thorough review before the power could be advanced up
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In other words, the death figures for the new reactorswith their larger fuel loads and higher power had risen to
eight times the original toll. The injury figures had almost
doubled. The property damage had more than doubled. The
burning question was, and would continue to be: What would
happen to the entire atomic power plant industry if these
figures were released to the public?
Downes admitted that the results were "frightening." Dr.
Winsche, Downes's superior, verified this by adding that
unless some "mechanism" could be found to make their
assumptions impossible, "the numbers looked pretty bad." As
one final lunge at optimism, someone asked Ken Downes if
he had taken the evacuation of a population from their homes
into account. Downes said that this had been considered in
their computations, but was found to make little difference in
the results.
Dr. W. D. Claus of the AEC division of biology and
medicine made the understatement of the day when he said
that he was concerned about the direction the meeting was
taking. It appeared to him to be a mixture of arbitraryalthough possibly expert choice of accident characteristics,
with practically no basis for attaching a money value to a
"holocaust." (The word "holocaust" was eliminated from the
official minutes of the meeting.) He would like to see various
types of accidents related to their probabilities so that liability
experts could put dollar estimates on them. Dr. Kruper
reminded him that this had already been done in the rough
figures by Jim McLaughlin, and they were terrifying: three
accidents in ten years when 1,000 reactors were completed.
Even though these figures were provisional and unscientific,
they held out no promise for more cheerful results when more
operating experience was available.
was digging himself and the AEC a hole that later on would
be very difficult to get out of.
Meanwhile, more meetings of the Brookhaven and AEC
study groups did nothing to cheer up the situation. In fact,
much of the discussion centered on how the gory details of an
atomic power plant accident could possibly be released to
either Congress or the public.
Advertising by the utilities had painted a lovely picture
of pollution-free power plants that were paragons of virtue.
Promises of absolute safety to the public had been lavishly
presented in newspaper, television, and radio advertisements.
A bright new era of power was being presented with all the
consummate skills of Madison Avenue. The average citizen,
without detailed knowledge of what went on inside a nuclear
reactor, was being lulled into a feeling of euphoria, while
inside the AEC and Brookhaven conference rooms there was
casual discussion of contamination that could cover an area as
large as the state of Pennsylvania, kill 27,000 people at one
crack, and knock out a perilously high percentage of the
Gross National Product.
It had all begun so quietly. The congressional Joint
Committee on Atomic Energy had merely asked the AEC for
a report so that the committee could decide whether it could
get the government off the hook on the insurance problem.
Now the figures were coming out so horrendously that the
AEC was hoist with its own petard. The plans for the study
had been announced publicly. There was no way to back
down.
The meetings continued, with endless haggling. The
scientists reviewed how an accident would begin: with the
melting at the center of the fuel rods, then with the stainless
steel grid and cladding drooping to a messy puddle that would
drop to the bottom of the reactor vessel while the operating
crews stood by, helpless to stop the disaster. Then the hot,
TEN
said that this was the reason why Brookhaven hadn't wanted
to tackle the job. The minutes revealed the subtle difference
in attitude between the AEC and the Brookhaven men.
The afternoon session turned to the subject of "near
misses." Szawlewicz argued that if these were covered, "care
should be taken to avoid implying that a catastrophe could
have followed."
One of the things that concerned Cliff Beck was the
statement that kept cropping up in the various drafts. He felt
that they could not keep repeating on every other page that
"the probability is very low," or the accident is "highly
improbable." Since the report frankly recognized that serious
accidents are possible, it should not claim that they cannot
happen, even though there was confidence that they wouldn't.
Doan agreed. He was concerned that there was a possibility of
some of the critics picking this up and taking legal action
against further construction of atomic power plants, on the
grounds that the new report showed that the AEC was being
irresponsible in granting licenses. Along this line, someone
suggested dropping the term "near miss," and Beck went
along with the suggestion.
The meeting dwindled to an end by 3:25 that afternoon.
There was at least one thing certain: The first draft of the
AEC-Brookhaven study would be stamped "For Official Use
Only."
Szawlewicz might have been contentious, but he knew how to
put his finger on a problem. In a report to his superiors he
boiled it down to this: (a) If the engineered safeguards are
assumed to work, then there is no public liability problem. (b)
If they are assumed to fail, then it is difficult to describe an
accident level that represents a true upper limit for liability
purposes.
if not actually to bite and snap. Cliff Beck opened the meeting
at 10:20 A.M., thanking the industry men for pitching in to
help with a difficult problem. While he didn't redefine the
problem, its definition was easy to infer: How can you tell
everybody in the country that an atomic plant could kill and
destroy thousands of people, wipe out an enormous portion of
the landscape and the Gross National Product, and expect
them to like it? It was a challenge for the most suave public
relations man in the world, and the committeemen were
engineers and scientists, totally unskilled in the art.
The problem was particularly difficult because many of
the industry men had hoped the situation might have
improved since the old days of WASH-740. Instead the new
figures showed that it was worse. Beck told the meeting that,
although the accident experience to date had been good, there
had been a number of "incidents" which had "been disturbing
from the point of view of potentially serious accidents." He
outlined the plan for the study: There would be two chapters,
one on probability, handled by Beck and the AEC team. The
second chapter would be the one on the consequences of an
accident, handled by Ken Downes and the Brookhaven group.
The latter chapter would not include all the details, and would
more or less summarize the inescapable conclusion: "No
inherent basis had been found on which to conclude that the
consequences of a major accident would be less than those
given in WASH-740, but could actually be greater."
This statement would be enough to make every insurance
man in the country burn his actuarial tables. And as far as
enticing the private insurance companies and thus taking the
taxpayer off the hook, the government would have to continue
to shield the utility companies from damage suits. But as
Beck reminded the meeting, the AEC had promised the joint
Committee on Atomic Energy that a report would be written
and produced. In other words, they were stuck with it.
out that if the figures showed one chance in 500 reactor years
for a catastrophe, and this were true, then the risk simply
would not be acceptable. The question then would be: What
would be acceptable? He even thought they should consult
with the National Safety Council.
Dr. Merrill Eisenbud, a consultant from the NYU
Medical Center, felt that it would be hard to present the
picture even of small probabilities of an accident. He said that
a low probability of leukemia due to fallout would be of more
concern to a mother than the relatively high probability of an
auto accident injuring the child. R. G. McAllister, a radiation
specialist from the Liberty Mutual Insurance Company,
brought up the question of human fallibility. The chances, for
instance, of a ship blowing up at a Texas pier and killing over
five hundred people would have been computed as very low.
But it happened in Texas City in 1947 through human
fallibility.
Forrest Western, a veteran investigator of the SL-1
accident at Idaho Falls, spoke up again to say that it was
always the unknown that was difficult to judge, especially in
a "rapidly changing field such as nuclear technology. One
cannot foresee the rise of some unknown problem." He added
that "there may be some limit to the risks that man may accept
in terms of the size of the consequences even with a very
small probability of occurrence. Nevertheless progress must
continue, and one must face the question of whether to
continue building more and larger reactors, even though the
possible results of an accident might involve the area the size
of Pennsylvania."
The meeting was now skirting the question of technology
judgment versus the value judgment of the average man. Yet
the average man would have no choice in the ultimate
decisions. It was being decided for him. He was not only
unable to act: he knew nothing about the apocalyptic casualty
ELEVEN
TWELVE
that would push the fuel rods even closer together. The closer
the fuel rods are packed, the greater the unwanted power
surge. After that: a larger explosion adding to the first. In
other words, a small unplanned power surge inserted into the
core would lead to a small explosion, feeding the reactor with
a large power surge, followed by a large explosion.
Just as burning logs fall and set others on fire, so could
the fuel assemblies crash and fall, leaving unpredictable gaps
in the once tidy core and blocking other coolant channels. A
rule of thumb had been established that the size of an "energy
release" is proportionately larger in a big core than in a small
one. Comparing the Fermi reactor with the midget EBR-I, an
explosion in the Fermi core could be up to fifty times the
designed limit of its containment shell. But the carefully
studied Hazard Report filed with the AEC for the Fermi
reactor dismissed this idea as "incredible."
Another dangerous threat would be if the fuel melted and
mixed with the sodium coolant. This in turn could cause a
sodium vapor explosion that could be even more violent than
a nuclear burst. It was obvious that there was little, if any,
margin for error.
But the crew that had worked so long and so patiently
was forewarned and forearmed about these types of problems.
They worked with confidence during the meticulous process
of edging the power up slowly, week after week, toward the
80,000-kilowatt level. The men putting the final touches on
the reactor, before it would actually produce electricity for
the first time, were a dedicated lot.
There was the swashbuckling Walter McCarthy. Tall and
wiry, he moved about with an air of brash confidence and
restrained tension. He displayed a dry Irish wit that seemed to
soften his impatience with any form of bungling. His passion
for detail was enormous.
findings that had been worked over in the laborious WASH740 restudy.
If Brookhaven was worried about disclosing this, in the
light of all the pressure to squash the report out of existence,
the Advisory Committee suggested that the figures and
conclusions could be supplied in an informal, unsigned
memo, so that the source would be unidentified. It could be
completely anonymous. Both Brookhaven and Cliff Beck
protested that this would require too many man hours,
although there is no evidence that they told the Advisory
Committee about the endless drafts of the restudy that were
hidden away.
The Advisory Committee refused to be stalled, however.
They said that if they didn't get the straight, amassed facts, it
might be necessary for them to write a letter to the AEC
commissioners about the situation.
There was flak everywhere as a result of this conflict. It
was followed by massive attempts at stalling. The Advisory
Committee stepped out of the usual tangle of bureaucratic
confusion and persuaded Brookhaven's Winsche to
"volunteer" to appear before them at the Argonne
Laboratories, near Chicago, and bring along with him "some
written pages."
When Cliff Beck heard about this, he was upset. He
didn't want anything left around in writing at all. He asked the
Advisory Committee to wait, but they flatly refused. They
said that if they couldn't have written material, they at least
wanted information that could be written on a blackboard, so
that the Advisory Committee could copy it down.
When Beck told Dave Okrent, who was now on the
Advisory Committee, that he would have to be away during
the time for a suggested meeting, Okrent told Beck that this
would be great, because then the AEC men would not
run anywhere from $10 billion to $30 billion, and the utility
company could continue in business as usual and not have to
worry about its assets being touched. But the Price-Anderson
law provided an absolute ceiling of $560 million in accident
insurance. It simply put a lid on the amount that would be
paid out to the sufferers that happened to be unfortunate
enough to live in Michigan or northern Ohio.
Under the Michigan University theoretical accident toll
of 133,000, death claims alone from the accident could run to
over $7 billion, if a miserly $50,000 per death was allowed by
the courts. But the total amount to be paid out to the victims
would be the $495 million government portion under the
Price-Anderson law restrictions, plus $65 million offered by
insurance companies. This would divide into about $4,000
per life lost. But the injured and property damage would also
have to receive a share. If the Brookhaven estimated property
destruction of $17 billion were added to this, the total
damages could come to over $24 billion. The Price-Anderson
provision would leave a gap of over $23 billion. Congress
would undoubtedly try to come to the rescue with some kind
of emergency aid, but how could the taxpapers be able to
gather that much money in addition to their own tax burdens?
The only thing to do was think positively and pray that
nothing would happen-and to make sure that the Fermi reactor
and its crew were infallible. There was still that undeniable
inspiration to reach for an historical engineering first: the first
breeder reactor to pump out electrical power over commercial
transmission lines. It would be a soothing poultice for the
Fermi engineers after the long stretch of tribulations.
August 6, 1966, was the day that it finally came about.
Starting that Friday afternoon, and for fifty-two hours, the
scorching hot sodium churned through the pipes and created
enough steam at 100,000 kilowatts of heat to produce 33,000
kilowatts of electric power. Ironically, however, this was less
than half of what the standby oil generator at the Fermi site
could turn out. It was, however, as Walker Cisler proudly
said, "the highest power level yet reached by a breeder reactor
plant."
But the triumph was short-lived. Not only had the costs
now mounted to $120 million over a span of a decade of
problems, but setbacks still plagued the project. There had
been troubles showing all along during the 1966 test program
with the thermocouples-those "oven thermometers" that were
sprinkled among the fuel subassemblies to make sure the fuel
was staying in line as far as fuel temperature was concerned.
One of the subassemblies, known as M-091, had been
particularly temperamental all through the tests. It was hard to
tell from the readings whether it was too hot, or the device
was not registering correctly. Subassembly M-140 was
showing similar signs of discontent. So were several others.
Since any hot spot in a single subassembly could be a
harbinger for disaster, these anomalies were watched and
checked very carefully. And there were more problems with
safety rod number 3. Steam generator leak repairs joined with
all the other problems to keep the Fermi reactor out of any
major action until October rolled around.
In fact during the brief moments of triumph on August 6
and 7, three subassemblies showed abnormal temperatures. It
was decided to shift their positions around in the egg-cratelike structure that held the core together. In this way, an
added check could be made to see if the fault was with the
instruments or whether the subassemblies were actually
abnormal. Actually, the high temperature readings were
strongly suspected of being false, because all the other
subassemblies around them were reading comfortably normal.
By October 4, 1966, the Fermi engineers had things in
good enough shape to make another try at reaching their firststage high-power goal. They planned to run the reactor for a
THIRTEEN
Just a few minutes after the first signs of ill behavior at the
control panel of the Fermi reactor, at 3:05 P.M. to be exact,
Mike Wilber noticed another problem. For the amount of heat
and power that was coming out of the reactor, the control rods
should have been raised only six inches out of the core.
Instead, they were a full nine inches out. This was not a
comfortable situation. Further, the reactivity signal was again
moving crazily and Wilber's first thought was that the core
temperature was too high.
The instruments that showed the temperatures of the
individual subassemblies were rather awkwardly installed,
about twenty or thirty feet away from the main control board,
behind the relay panel a wide bank of instruments stretching
along the width of the control room.
The operator stopped the power increase immediately,
and Wilber went behind the control board to check the core
outlet temperature instruments. He scanned them quickly. It
was immediately obvious that two subassemblies were
showing high outlet temperatures: M-140 and M-098. Each
tall, slim can that wrapped a bundle of slender fuel pins had
fuel damage, that the reactor had been scrammed, and that the
containment building had been isolated with high radiation
levels. McCarthy called his wife to say he wouldn't be home
for dinner. Then he tried to reach Walker Cisler, who was in
New York at the time. He couldn't reach Cisler, so he took off
immediately for Lagoona Beach.
When he arrived at the Fermi control room, there was
still confusion as to what had happened. The critical question
remained: Was there fuel melting or not? With direct
observation impossible, the problem would boil down to
instruments, deduction, and a prayer. The only hope for future
inspection was to drain the thousands of gallons of the thick,
opaque sodium out of the reactor, and then, with infinite care,
to try to probe the bowels of the core to see what had
happened. This was, of course, impossible at the moment.
McCarthy didn't need to be reminded of the words of J.
R. Dietrich in the nuclear engineer's Bible:
In all but the smallest and most compact fast reactors, the
agglomeration of even a fraction of the total fuel into a
compact mass will usually result in a highly super-critical
assembly
several meters, there had not only been fuel melting, but there
had been "fuel redistribution," meaning that the fuel had
shifted as well as melted. This would automatically leave the
way open for further and more serious accidents to happen.
And there was still the question as to whether the reactor had
been scrammed soon enough.
McCarthy, still trying to reach Cisler on the phone,
directed the meeting toward getting at the possible cause of
the accident. He was afraid now that the two hot
subassemblies were not the only ones that had melted. But he
could not be sure because only one in four had temperature
gauges throughout the core. It would be sheer luck if M-140
and M-098 were the only ones involved.
Many explanations of what might have happened were
brought up at the meeting: broken fuel pins, strainers, foreign
material on the pins, fuel swelling, and other possibilities that
might have blocked the coolant from coming through the
subassemblies. Somehow, somewhere, the
melted
subassemblies must have been starved from their protective
sodium coolant, either by some foreign matter that blocked
the nozzle, or by the flow behavior of the sodium itself.
McCarthy laid down two programs. One was to work out
a detailed analysis and experimental program to find out just
what the chances of a secondary accident could be. The other
was to try to find out what the cause was, and to try to get the
reactor back into service.
But the first problem would be the one hanging over not
only the heads of the crew, but the entire state of Michigan as
well.
FOURTEEN
to spread out any melted uranium that had spilled down onto
the meltdown pan.
As the periscope scanned the bottom of the vessel, it
became apparent that there was no melted uranium there. But
there was something else. Manipulating the forty-foot-long
periscope and light, the engineers saw what looked for all the
world like a crushed beer can, lying innocently on the
meltdown pan. Here, at last, could be the cause of blockage of
the coolant nozzles of the subassemblies; a flattened piece of
metal that could easily starve off the sodium and allow the
uranium to melt, the cladding to rupture, the subassemblies to
warp and twist, and the fission products to burst out.
But how did the beer can get there? Had some worker
carelessly dropped it from his lunch pail and unwittingly
nullified all the carefully planned safety devices that would
protect against a meltdown? And was it a beer can? And if
not, what was it? The detective story wasn't over yet.
As the Fermi engineers worked and sweated to get at the
mystery, the critics began firing salvos at Cisler, McCarthy,
and the rest of the crew. Sheldon Novick, a concerned
environmentalist of Washington University in St. Louis, and
editor of the magazine Science and Citizen, hit hard at the
Fermi project in his magazine when he wrote that the accident
far exceeded the worst envisioned, and could have meant
disaster for citizens in the Detroit area. "The huge quantities
of radioactivity involved and the proximity of Detroit made
the prospect terrifying indeed," he wrote. Then he continued:
"It should be emphasized that the maximum credible accident
was assumed to occur at a power level 15 times that at which
the actual accident occurred. In other words, the actual
accident was not only `incredible,' it might have been far
worse." Novick concluded that the only answer was to shut
down the Fermi plant forever.
FIFTEEN
Fermi No. 1, the new one was flooding with water. Wells for
all the homes in Stony Point were running dry. Blasting of
rocks was splitting cement doorsteps and plaster in the area.
There were problems with the steel reinforcement rods for the
new containment building.
"They had to be right on the money," Kuron said, "but
they weren't. In fact, we had to tear out eight rods that were
an inch or so short. We had to take them out before we
poured that floor. Okay, what happened in the end was that
this floor started to crack up. There was so much water
around, they had two de-watering pumps going twenty-four
hours a day. The damn building could have been floating
away. They tried high-pressure grouting. It didn't work. So we
got a floor full of cracks."
It was at this time that Kuron ran into Tom Morgan, a
lean, laconic auto worker, from West Virginia. Morgan was a
trustee on the Frenchtown Township Board, and a shrewd,
intuitively intelligent maverick. Like Kuron, he had little
formal education, but his vocabulary and insights were
impressive. He was extremely interested in what Kuron had to
say about the workmanship on the new Fermi No. 2 reactor,
because he had been boning up on the entire atomic power
plant picture in line with his responsibilities to the local
citizens. He had managed to read through, thumb, and
underline a yard-high stack of hearings of the Joint
Committee on Atomic Energy, and could discuss highly
technical problems with the best of them.
What disturbed Morgan most, as a town trustee, was the
flood of complaints he was getting from the local citizenry
about the continuous dynamiting at the Lagoona Beach site,
and the damage to both homes and wells. But more than that,
he was informed enough to realize that if the blasting was
shattering cement in the homes, it could have serious
repercussions at the Fermi No. 1 plant. At the time of the
spent on it? More alarming was the AEC statement that the
new study would "rely heavily on work currently being done
by some reactor vendors . . . ," adding that industry's own
Edison Electric Institute would be called on for information.
It was quickly pointed out that this would be equivalent to
instructing a high school senior to create his own final exam.
The man the AEC found to tackle the study was a
professor at MIT named Norman Rasmussen. He was a strong
supporter of fission atomic power plants, and made no bones
about it. There was no question of his competence as a
scientist, but he was put in a difficult position. It would be the
insurance company underwriters who would be his ultimate
judges and jury. If, for instance, the Rasmussen numbers
showed that the chances of an atomic power plant accident
were infinitely small, and the insurance companies did not
immediately take over from the Price-Anderson government
insurance, it would indicate clearly that the report amounted
only to statistical gymnastics. As Ralph Nader was to say
later: "If nuclear power is so safe, why won't the insurance
industry insure it?"
Meanwhile, echoes of the Fermi No. 1 meltdown lingered.
Remaining anonymous, an engineer at the Fermi project
analyzed the accident: "Let's face it, we almost lost Detroit."
His statement was circulated widely and it was hardly a
reassuring thought. The fact remained, however, that they did
not lose Detroit. Working with a reactor more complex than
the SL-1 model at Idaho Falls, or the one at Windscale, or at
Chalk River, McCarthy and his team were able to avoid what
could have been an incredible disaster, by their planning,
their expertise, their ingenuity, the low power level-and some
luck.
It is often said that good ball players make their own
luck. But why should the population of Detroit be faced with
AUTHORS EPILOGUE
Nearby, in a darkened storage area, were rows of fiftygallon drums of radioactive sodium, six hundred of them
piled three-deep in their shiny black casings, sitting mutely
behind a rope barrier that warned against intrusion. This was
the dangerous residue that nobody wanted--at any price. It
symbolized the agonizing problem of how to dispose of the
unwelcome wastes that were piling up at other reactors across
the country. Being so close to them was not a comforting
experience.
The research for the book led me on many crisscrossing
paths: up into the cold but lovely country at Chalk River,
Canada; out to the desolate mountains and flatlands in Idaho;
over to the shores of the Irish Sea at Windscale; down to the
lower Rhone in France; to Sweden and Switzerland. All
through these journeys over many months, I listened to those
who swore that nuclear energy would save the planet; I also
listened to those who swore that it would destroy it. The more
I traveled, the more I listened, and the more it became
apparent that the answers being sought in this great debate
would not be based on technical judgments. Instead, they
would be judgments based on the indisputable facts that had
emerged from two decades of experience with nuclear energy
as a source of peacetime energy.
Any layman who cares to study these facts-and there are
a jungle of them-can learn enough to make his own judgment.
And he can do so without being told what to think by either
the passionate supporters of nuclear energy or their equally
passionate critics. Propaganda on both sides is heavy and
loaded. But the facts can speak for themselves. They emerge
clear and unassailable:
1. The AEC (now split into the NRC and ERDA) damage
estimates regarding a major accident are conceptually
catastrophic.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
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INDEX
reactors), 89, 90
dumping of, 16-17
reactors, 12, 13
Hembree, Howard, 143, 144,
146 Heronemus, William,
244 Holifield,
Congressman Chet, 47,
49, 50, 51, 168, 174, 176
Hughes, 'Fin, 75, 76
Idaho Falls, Idaho:
site of EBR-1 reactor, 28, 29,
32
site of SL-1 reactor, 104
insurance industry (see also
PriceAnderson Act; "warrisk insurance"), 24-25,
26, 32, 44, 129, 230, 236
reaction to EBR-1 accident, 3637
reaction to WASH-740 studies,
57, 160
International Union of Electrical
Workers, 54 Iodine-131,
58, 69, 78, 82, 84, 135
Jens, Wayne, 99, 185, 186, 202
Johnson, Ken, 198-199,
201, 202, 217-218
Joint Committee on Atomic
Energy, 10, 26, 36, 37, 43,
46, 49, 65, 98, 122, 179,
180, 192, 226, 237
John G. Fuller is the author of the best sellers Incident at Exeter, The
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