Seeing the “80’s Ladies” and the outward, bowling-league normality of their pictures makes me want to compare them to their slightly younger contemporaries just outside, moved by intense religious fervor or Baby Boomer-era ideal to gather in protest, throw blood on the walls, etc. Dan Zac’s “Almighty” gives a good treatment of that other…
Seeing the “80’s Ladies” and the outward, bowling-league normality of their pictures makes me want to compare them to their slightly younger contemporaries just outside, moved by intense religious fervor or Baby Boomer-era ideal to gather in protest, throw blood on the walls, etc. Dan Zac’s “Almighty” gives a good treatment of that other side.
One could almost write a drama series comparing and contrasting both groups in that Cold War-era setting.
Pantex is pretty remote. My dad rode to work on a bus about 45 minutes from our home in Amarillo. There is a LOT of nothing between the plant and its nearest neighbor. So they didn't get much in the way of protests.
During a strike by the guards' union in the early '80s, my dad was pressed into service as an auxiliary guard. He said that from the towers that surround the plant he could watch a jackrabbit eating dinner 10 miles away--the terrain was that open and their sensors were that good. So someone might have splashed blood on the main gate, but no protestor was getting close enough to a wall to do anything.
Seeing the “80’s Ladies” and the outward, bowling-league normality of their pictures makes me want to compare them to their slightly younger contemporaries just outside, moved by intense religious fervor or Baby Boomer-era ideal to gather in protest, throw blood on the walls, etc. Dan Zac’s “Almighty” gives a good treatment of that other side.
One could almost write a drama series comparing and contrasting both groups in that Cold War-era setting.
Pantex is pretty remote. My dad rode to work on a bus about 45 minutes from our home in Amarillo. There is a LOT of nothing between the plant and its nearest neighbor. So they didn't get much in the way of protests.
During a strike by the guards' union in the early '80s, my dad was pressed into service as an auxiliary guard. He said that from the towers that surround the plant he could watch a jackrabbit eating dinner 10 miles away--the terrain was that open and their sensors were that good. So someone might have splashed blood on the main gate, but no protestor was getting close enough to a wall to do anything.