Remembrance Day 
by Ron tanner
 
  
  
  March 1 in the Republic of the Marshall Islands is a national  holiday. It used to be called Nuclear Victims’ Day, then Nuclear  Survivors’ Day, and now Remembrance  Day. The change reflects the nation’s determination  to do more than voice lament and complaint for all they have suffered as the  result of the U.S.  government’s nuclear testing. But no one who knows the full story of nuclear testing in the Marshall Islands could blame the  Marshallese for complaint or lament. Most Americans of a certain age have heard  of the Bikini nuclear bomb test. But few  Americans know, much less understand, the extent of nuclear testing that took  place in this island nation between 1946 and 1958. During that time the U.S.  Joint Task Force exploded a total of 67 nuclear bombs in the Marshall Islands.  All of these were above-ground, under water, or ground-level tests. They created a stunning  amount of fallout. 
  
    When the U.S. Navy  introduced the Marshallese to the U.S.  government’s intention to use the Marshall Islands as a nuclear testing grounds,  the U.S.  commander (filmed for PR purposes) asserted that the Marshallese were making  sacrifices “for the benefit of mankind.” What did the  Marshallese know of nuclear bombs?  What did most people in the world know of this weapon? The Marshallese wanted  to be good citizens. The Americans seemed to know what they were doing.  Certainly they put on a good show--they  had big boats; their leaders who wore impressive white uniforms with gleaming  gold buttons; and apparently they had wealth beyond measure. 
     
  The first evacuees (from Bikini) were assured that they would soon return home. It  seemed the tests would be only a temporary inconvenience. Even so, asking the  Marshallese to move was asking a lot. To Americans, land is mostly a commodity  to buy and sell. We are famous for moving our homes more frequently than any  other people in the world. The Marshallese, by contrast, have been bound to  their fragile atolls for three millennia, each clan, each family, associated  with particular islands and particular parcels on those islands. The land is so  sacred thatto plant and to  bury are the same word: kallib.  The  graves of Marshallese ancestors nourish the crops of their descendants. 
	
    What happened once the  tests began, in 1946, is a long and sordid story. The U.S. government moved the Marshallese  around willy nilly, without asking permission of the landowners whose islands  they used. The refugees were encamped here, then there, sometimes on islands or  atolls that were not large enough to feed them. The psychological effects of  these upheavals have yet to be gauged fully, for there are four populations of  four atolls -- Enewetok, Rongelap, Utrik, and Bikini  -- who have never been able to return  to home. 
    
	
    The physical effects of  testing are still playing out. Some charge that the U.S. government used the  Marshallese as guinea pigs because it made no effort to warn, much less evacuate,  people who were in the path of the fallout. The most notorious incident  occurred in 1954. Despite weather reports that warned of a shift in the wind,  which would jeopardize several populated atolls, the U.S. Joint Task Force went  ahead with its March 1 hydrogen bomb test -- a blast whose yield was 1,000 times  greater than Hiroshima’s. In fact, this would  be the U.S.’s most powerful test ever. 
    Unlike Hiroshima’s blast, which was  well above the city, the Bravo blast was  in-ground. It created a 20-mile-high upheaval of coral, water, animal, and  plantlife, which then drifted in a huge cloud of raining fallout. It may have  been anywhere from 1,000 to 10,000 times the fallout of Hiroshima.
    The fallout drifted east  over hundreds of square miles of populated islands. Inhabitants of the nearest  islands, in the Rongelap atoll, experienced a snow of ash that, at first, was a wondrous sight.  They’d heard of snow. But it  quickly turned nightmarish, for the ash caused radiation burns. They would call  this “the day of two suns.” No one had told them this was coming. They had no idea that everything they  were drinking and eating was now contaminated. One inhabitant of nearby Likiep,  who was eight at the time, recalls how a couple of days after the blast, he  awoke to find the floor of his hut strewn with dead geckos that had fallen from  the thatch roof where they had been exposed to the fallout. Canaries in a coal  mine. 
    
Two days after the blast, the Navy decided it  should evacuate those who got caught down-wind because American servicemen at a  weather station at nearby Rongerik sent a panicked report of fallout. The Navy  moved some islanders, but not all. Apparently the commander in charge felt  besieged by the growing number of refugees. He didn’t finish the job, leaving nearly 400 Marshallese on Aliuk. There was  some attempt at follow-up. The U.S.  sent doctors out to treat the victims. They assured the Marshallese that the  worst was over. People would heal. The land would recover. Everything would  return to normal. But then, a couple years later, it became frighteningly clear  that things would not return to normal. Children exposed at an early age to the  fallout were not growing. But the doctors were stymied. In 1963 they  discovered, finally, that the victims’ thyroids were malfunctioning, depressing  the pituitary gland, which regulates  growth. 
   
This was the beginning of decades of radiation-related ailments. And  still the nuclear bombing persisted through 1958, despite the  Marshallese pleas that it stop. Not  until the 1970s did the Marshallese begin to seek compensation in the courts.  Significantly, this was the decade the nation sued for independence, which came  finally in 1986. As part of the Compact that guaranteed the nation’s sovereignty, the U.S. agreed to award the Marshallese $150 million in  compensation for damages associated with nuclear testing. Interest from this  fund was earmarked for disbursement to the victims and their families, but the  funds were quickly eroded by the 1987 stock market crash and other factors.  What is more, studies showed that the damage was far greater than the initial  estimates, enumerated both in physical damage and in damages generated by the  1) loss of land use, 2) the cost of rehabilitating contaminated land, and 3)  consequential damages resulting from such loss, repatriation, and  rehabilitation. 
The Bikinians  would accept a settlement of $360 million to reclaim Bikini  atoll. But estimates for total reclamation reach as high as a billion. That’s a lot of money. But  the Bikinians didn’t do the damage. And billion-plus is about what the U.S. government is spending every week in Iraq.  Reportedly, 40% of the original Marshallese population that suffered the  effects of radiation have died without receiving any compensation. They  continue to sue through an organization called the Nuclear Claims Tribunal. 
As many have observed, the U.S.  testing of nuclear bombs was the product of profound arrogance, ignorance, and  wishful thinking. The U.S.  government hardly treated its own servicemen and women any better than the  Marshallese. Untold numbers of servicemen and -women subjected themselves to  exposure as their commanders told them there was nothing to fear. Just 10 hours  after the first Bikini tests, Navy men were boarding the irradiated target  ships in the Bikini lagoon and swimming in  water that, only hours before, had been a seething cauldron of radiation. Years  later these men would die of leukemia, thyroid cancer, and odd diseases that no  doctor could fathom. 
  
No single population on earth has had more exposure to and experience  with the tragic effects of nuclear bombs than the Marshallese, a fact hinted at  in the preamble to their constitution: “This society has survived, and has withstood the test of time, the impact of  other cultures, the devastation of war, and the high price paid for the  purposes of international peace and security.” (Emphasis added.) As a result, the Japanese have a  great affinity for this nation. The Marshallese themselves have become  international advocates of peace. Which brings us to Rembrance Day. On this  day, they remember those who have suffered and those who continue to suffer,  but they assert, too, that this is a proud nation that has much to celebrate  and much to contribute to the world. One of those contributions is the story of  this country’s remarkable survival. 
  
    At a recent Remembrance  Day memorial service, the U.S. Ambassador   expressed “regret” and “concern” for all that has transpired  as a result of the U.S.  nuclear testing. He asserted that the friendship between the U.S. and the RMI remains unwavering and that the  U.S.  is giving a lot of money to help the Marshallese. A flier distributed by the  quiet protestors outside the meeting hall disagreed with this assessment: “Justice for Survivors,  equal to the Cost of the One (1) Week  Iraq War,” the flier announced. In Marshallese: “Kajimwe na Suvivor ro, jona wot eo im Amedka ej  jolok Nan Iraq  ilo juon week.” 
  A number of other  officials spoke at the ceremony, most of them in Marshallese. One Marshallese  senator, who spoke in English, did not soft-peddle his views. At the time of  the testing, he said, the Marshall Islands was “an occupied nation.” The move of testing  from Nevada to the Marshall Islands made clear that “our land, our people,  our nation were not seen as important  as the people and property of the U.S. mainland.” Trusteeship in 1947, he observed, “was simply a legal  mechanism to continue the testing that  had already begun the year earlier.” As  “trustees,” the Marshallese had no legal rights in  the U.S.  courts. Despite the eventual  independence of the Marshall Islands,  he concluded, “we are still seeking recognition of our rights in U.S. courts fifty-four years later.” 
  
       
The assembled, elderly survivors  stood and sang a song of their own composition. It was so sad, so  haunting, it could be easily  understood even by those who don't know Marshallese. If you do some research online, you may come across a collection of paintings housed by U.S. Naval Historical Center at the  Navy Yard in Washington, D.C. The Navy collected paintings and  illustrations from its servicemen who witnessed the first tests in 1946. It’s a bizarre assemblage of images, some striking, some  lovely--all of them unsettling—and it underscores how naïve participants were  at the beginning of an era that seemed so promising but went so thoroughly wrong.
      
      Click this link to hear the survivors' song.