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The rural village's manufacturers are gone,
but a big pile and old questions remain
The dirt pile
left behind by the old Johnson Rubber Company is the size of a
basketball court and taller than Shaq. Before going bankrupt in 2008,
the company estimated the mound contained somewhere around 7,000 tons of
"potentially impacted soil," the toxic residue from decades of rubber
production.
The Johnson complex dates to 1895, when the company
was founded as a bucket maker. Over the 20th century, it grew into a
small industrial plant. With an abandoned suite of offices, the place
now looks like an empty steel mill with an attached motel. The mound has
been on the grounds since 2005, created from five trouble spots all over
the grounds and covered with a tarp, seemingly to help put it out of
mind.
But the mound is forever on the minds of Ron and Laura
Duncan, who live across the street from Johnson, in what used to be
prime real estate — a blue-collar neighborhood of small, neat homes that
have mostly emptied out in recent years. The Duncans have lived in
Middlefield most of their lives, and they've spent the last 17 years
amassing paperwork from local, state, and federal agencies to bolster
their claims that the rural village in Geauga County is killing its
citizens with the toxic remains of the industry that once fueled the
local economy.
The Ohio Environmental Protection Agency says the
pile isn't a problem and that it has no plans to test it. But the
Duncans have waded through 50 years of EPA and Department of Health
complaints and incident reports about oil spills, leaking chemicals, and
water pollution that they believe give them no reason to trust the word
of their government watchdog.
Paperwork Johnson filed with the
Ohio EPA in 2005 says the pile contains "volatile organic compounds."
According to Ohio EPA environmental specialist Karen Nesbit, that could
include trichloroethylene and vinyl chloride — substances known to cause
ailments ranging from skin rashes to liver and nerve damage, according
to the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention.
To Ron Duncan,
that sounds about right.
The world's fourth-largest Amish
settlement makes the area a tourist destination, but for generations
Middlefield's real industry was manufacturing plants like Johnson
Rubber, Carlisle Engineered Products, and Kraftmaid Cabinetry. Tax
breaks and Amish labor made the village a reliable industrial hub.
Combined, Johnson and Carlisle employed nearly 1,000 people during peak
productivity over the 20th century, from World War II to boom years in
the '70s and '80s. And as long as anybody's been keeping track, there
have been less than favorable by-products of the prosperity.
From
the late 1950s through the 1990s, the U.S. Department of Health and U.S.
EPA repeatedly linked Carlisle to oil found in local water. In 1995, the
EPA found trichloroethylene in a groundwater production well on the
Johnson facility, but at a concentration below the federal standard for
safe drinking water. In 2001, the Ohio EPA detected vinyl chloride
downstream from a Johnson Rubber drainage pathway. Two years later, the
agency cited Johnson for allowing carbon black — a by-product of burned
petroleum and a suspected carcinogen — to pollute a tributary of the
Cuyahoga. A 2004 Ohio Department of Health report said women and
children in Middlefield have leukemia at rates of four times the
national average.
Ron and Laura Duncan sit at their dining room
table and produce binder after binder full of articles, complaints,
correspondence, and inquiries. But their Middlefield experience began
well before the flood of paperwork.
Ron grew up within a mile of
the Carlisle rubber plant. As a kid, he was a medical marvel with a
limited battery of involuntary reflexes: Doctors could tap his knee
until the second shift ended, and his leg wouldn't kick. As an adult, he
was diagnosed with heavy metal poisoning. Decades after he stopped
playing in Middlefield's contaminated creeks and years after he quit
drinking its tap water, his body still contains toxic elements that
local manufacturers dumped in the town's water -- strontium, chromium,
and excessive calcium, not to mention cadmium in his liver. The nearby
creek used to flood into his basement, where his mom hung their laundry.
It stunk up their home, and the smell outside wasn't much better.
"The creek, it was like a caustic soda — bubbly," recalls Ron.
Doctors at the Cleveland Clinic and Mayo Clinic believe the alien
elements caused his peripheral neuropathy, a long-running lack of
feeling and reflexes. His brother, who grew up exposed to the creek
water, suffers from the same condition. Neither parent had a genetic
component that might have otherwise explained it. In 2001, Laura, a
lifelong Middlefielder, was diagnosed with a similar condition.
Sometimes her feet hurt so bad she cried; other times, her heel felt as
if she was standing in warm water.
Over the years, Ron's
condition grew worse. Eventually, he would accidentally cut himself at
work and feel nothing, realizing it only once he saw the blood on his
hands. It made him such a liability that the post office was content to
let him retire on permanent disability in 1993, at the age of 38. That's
when he went to work documenting decades of Middlefield pollution.
Despite the history of fouled air and water, neither the state nor
federal EPA has ever sued any of the local manufacturers. The Duncans'
few victories were a long time coming, and they were not decisive. (The
town's peculiar patterns of illness and the EPA's lack of action was
chronicled in the Scene story "While the EPA Slept," published November
15, 2001.)
For a time, their campaign reverberated around the
country. In 1994, they wrote to then-Vice President Al Gore, a noted
environmental advocate. They explained the town's anecdotally high rate
of health problems and asked him to convince the EPA to test the soil
and water. Gore's staff forwarded their complaints to the U.S. EPA,
which investigated, then handed the matter to Ohio's Department of
Health and EPA. The Duncans' hopes were high. Today, they recall a
Twinsburg EPA agent who seemed tired of dealing with their requests.
"Well, we'll be tough now that Big Al is involved," he had told them at
the time.
But tough they weren't. The EPA followed a decades-long
paper trail documenting contaminated water, spilled oil, and casually
dumped toxic chemicals. The agency never singled out Johnson Rubber,
instead focusing on nearby Carlisle, which had an even worse record.
After seven more years of intermittent pressure from the Ohio EPA and
Mayor William Poole, Carlisle finally committed to cleaning up the soil
around its nearby facility in 2001.
For six years, the EPA held
public meetings to update residents about the progress of the Carlisle
clean-up, which the company estimated would take between 2 and 20 years.
On average, a dozen citizens attended. Some asked timid questions. Most
let the Duncans speak up. The last meeting was in March 2007. Biannual
newsletters have become annual. The sporadic memos don't address the
Duncans' questions about soil contamination, where the waste material
from the plant is being taken, or even why Carlisle closed in 2006. To
the Duncans, the Carlisle conflict is evidence of a larger pattern: The
EPA won't do much, it definitely won't do it quickly, and it will do as
little as possible — even after the federal branch leaned on Ohio's
regional and state offices.
So when the Ohio EPA says the
gargantuan mound of dirt isn't a threat, the Duncans are inclined to
disagree. Says Ron, "The EPA is inept."
Johnson Rubber closed in
2008. The former plant now is mostly a dormant, decaying complex spread
over 15 acres, which are open to passersby. The building is being
stripped, and some of it is in use for storage. For now, the pile
remains.
"It's a hidden dinosaur of Middlefield," says Duncan.
"Out of sight, out of mind."
A giant plastic tarp covers the
pile, more or less. Johnson documents say the mound sits atop a liner
and six inches of sand. Atop the pile, rainwater rolls off the faded
black sheet and pools around its base; it seeps through a couple dozen
holes that have worn through the surface. A pipe system bisects the
pile, part of a vapor reclamation system. These days, shrubbery blooms
on top, easing the pile into the ecosystem.
It's all obscured by
the dilapidated building, just a stone's throw from a barren parking
lot, which has become a throughway for locals on their way to the nearby
gym. People who walk by every day don't seem to notice the pile. At
first, neither did its most curious neighbor.
Ron Duncan first
saw the mound in 2008. Johnson had filed for bankruptcy, the facility
went up for sale, and the place was open to the public. He took pictures
of empty chemical pits, dead cockroaches, and the pile — which, even
then, had a hole in its relatively new tarp. As he has for years, Duncan
started asking questions. In January this year, he contacted the Ohio
EPA and asked to have the soil tested. They visited the complex in
February, took a look at the mound, and declared it OK.
The
Duncans weren't satisfied. They sought intervention from the CDC's
Department of Health & Human Services Agency for Toxic Substances and
Disease Register in Atlanta. The agency examined the Ohio EPA paperwork
about the Johnson site, but couldn't find much pertaining to the pile or
the previous water contamination. In early April, the Agency for Toxic
Substances concluded that what was in the EPA file was not enough to
compel a public health assessment of the pile.
"Their task is to
review documents, not to test," Duncan says with a groan.
One
week later, the EPA admitted to the Duncans that the Agency for Toxic
Substances hadn't seen all the paperwork — that not even the EPA had
seen all the paperwork. An e-mail exchange between the EPA and Duncans
reveals that the EPA's file was missing the Ohio EPA Division of Air
Pollution form that documented the pile's contents and containment
plans.
To the Duncans, missing paperwork is nothing new. Amid the
government's bureaucratic maze, they say they've seen videotapes and
documents disappear without a trace — footage of sludge leaking into
drainage ditches, photographs of site excavations they had personally
submitted. They were often left to piece together information,
cross-reference material from the federal and state EPAs, the local
office in Twinsburg, and the state headquarters in Columbus. Over time,
the Duncans' requests were so voluminous that the EPA asked them to
direct all contact through their Public Interest Center in Columbus and
leave the Twinsburg agents alone. Duncan says the local office never had
a sympathetic ear; the EPA refers to them as "the infamous Duncans."
The Ohio EPA, meanwhile, insists the pile is no big deal.
"Based on what I am seeing, we're not going to test that pile," says
Mike Settles, an EPA spokesman in the Columbus office. "Where it is,
covered, we don't believe it presents a problem to the community if
we're not getting fugitive dust or getting rain or snow going through
the pile. If someone does become aware of [runoff water from the pile],
we encourage them to contact us."
If nothing else, the tears in
the tarp and foliage blooming on top of it would seem to indicate that
the elements are seeping through. If the dirt is harmless, Ron Duncan
says, they would like some reassurance for once, in the form of a soil
test. "We don't think they just go around building dirt mounds for the
heck of it," he says. "Not only are we afraid of the runoff [water], but
if they spread that around, those chemicals are in the air."
For
years, the Duncans have been the squeakiest wheels in town, if not the
most popular. They recall receiving countless comments in public, hushed
insults, and accusations. In 2004, then-councilwoman Barb Youshak wrote
an open letter to the family in The Weekly Villager, telling
them if they were intent on disparaging Middlefield, they should leave.
The Duncans' two children thus far have been free of the symptoms
that plague their parents, though Ron points out that arsenic has
appeared in the blood of one child and that the other used to have
asthma attacks at night, when local plants would vent their exhaust. The
children have grown tired of fellow students razzing them about their
dad's big mouth, stilted gait, and unsettled demeanor.
"Doctors
across the country have said, 'Why don't you move?'" says Ron Duncan.
"As far as we understand, wherever you live, you're within four miles of
a toxic waste dump. At least here, we're gaining knowledge of whatever
we're around, and it's not the unknown."