Henry Rollins, who you may know best as either the Black Flag frontman, a television host, a radio DJ, or a spoken word performer, has an item at Vanity Fair about traveling to Bhopal:
I came to Bhopal to see what the 25th anniversary of the disaster would be like. I hired out a taxi for the day and went to the place where the speeches were going to be given and the yearly march to the U.C.I.L. plant would start. I stared at photos of dead bodies, children holding human skulls, dead cattle being put in trucks by winches. I sat in the sun under a beautiful blue sky and listened to more than three hours of men and women speaking and shouting in very impassioned Hindi while traffic roared by. The marchers were not many in number; the entire procession would take about a minute to pass you. It seemed that the majority of Bhopal had moved on.
As I watched the marchers start on their multi-kilometer walk, I saw the effigy of Warren Anderson roll unsteadily towards the plant, where it would be burned, I felt sad that for all practical purposes, U.C.I.L. and U.C.C. had perpetrated perhaps the most lethal industrial disaster in history and nothing had really been done about it.
Twenty-five Years After the Disaster, Bhopal Is Still Ill
