An intensely personal story crossed with a political potboiler, Left in the Dust is a unique and passionate account of the city of Los Angeles's creation, cover-up and inadequate attempts to repair a major environmental catastrophe. Owens River, which once fed Owens Lake, was diverted away from the lake to supply the faucets and sprinklers of Los Angeles. The dry lakebed now contains a dust saturated with toxic heavy metals, which are blown from the lake and inhaled by unsuspecting citizens throughout the Midwest, causing major health issues. Karen Piper, one of the victims who grew up breathing that dust, reveals the shocking truth behind this tragedy and examines how waste and pollution are often neglected to encourage urban growth, while poor, non-white, and rural areas are forgotten or sacrificed.
I have watched even those who have been written off by society, left marginalized, and abandoned in despair, fight with dignity, and eventually rise from the dust. Each of their uplifting stories of resilience and hope has inspired the ...
'I didn't want no field nigger picture in the housc:' and he walked toward them now, putting the fist holding the half-dollar back into his pocket and scooping the dime and the two nickels—all he had—into the palm with it, saying, ...
What else is meant by the dust but the very instability of the wicked? David speaks of this: Not so are the wicked, not so; they are like dust driven by the wind from the face of the earth.* The Lord then warms the eggs left in the dust ...
If they are left on, the furrow slices between the furrows . . . are thrown together, and the ridge smothers grass and is very slowly revegetated on most soils. While furrows of various capacities are under trial, observations indicate ...
Dale brought along a poem his mother had written about the death of her only daughter: A little pink rose in my garden grew, The tiniest one of all; Twas kissed by the sun, caressed by the dew, Oh little pink rose, 'twas you.
When I asked him if he wanted me to go off to Aunt Ellis after all, Daddy said he hadn't ever wanted it, he said I was his own and he didn't like to think about what Aunt Ellis might do with me. And we laughed, picturing me and Aunt ...
According to those who had watched and studied Dakota , the bull started every ride the same way : It would blow out of the chute , take one jump , kick over his head , step backward and then spin to the left . Joe could be sure of that ...
... there no longer remains a sacrifice for sins, 27 but a fearful expectation of judgment, and a fury of fire that will consume the adversaries. ... His way is in whirlwind and storm, and the clouds are the dust of his feet.
The shift in the consumer value calculus had to be addressed, particularly that of the core McDonald's customer: the mother with kids. For years, Mom's need to be with her kids for a connecting time at McDonald's had actually outweighed ...