Rosamond, CA is my home. Nearby, there are cement kilns, waste dumps and the largest Superfund site in the country. But there are also playgrounds, schools, community centers and homes. It is unconscionable for these places of play, learning and living to be ringed by so much toxicity. We’re fighting for better neighbors and we won’t stop until we get them.
Nothing motivates me more than knowing that future generations are relying on us to grant them a healthy place to be born into, a place that can support their capacity to love, to
I am an environmental justice advocate. I work at the state and federal level to ensure the enforcement of existing laws and environmental protections. Nothing motivates me more than knowing that future generations are relying on us to grant them a healthy place to be born into, a place that can support their capacity to love, to be compassionate, and to thrive.
But unfortunately, I live in a community surrounded by toxic sites, cement kilns, and the largest federal Superfund site in the country. I grew up smelling the acrid smell of the Union Carbide plant which would wake me up at night, making my nose bleed and my throat tighten as if a boa constrictor was tightening its grip around my neck. That memory and many more is why I got in this fight. The children I have known from our small town who have died of rare brain cancers—cancers that afflict only a few hundred children throughout the entire country but took a dozen of ours in just a few short years—are why I stay in this fight. All but one of those children lived within two miles of the Union Carbide plant in a town of only a few thousand people.
Clean air is important to me because I see it as a basic human right that has been eroded by our modern society. We can’t continue to let our children die, because leaders continue to let industry take away that right to live, love and thrive. If we do we’ll have nothing left.