Lithium
Meet the human price of ‘environmentally friendly’ electric car batteries
We’ll put a 500-foot-deep pit in your barn
45-day supply of bottled water if your well goes dry
Corporate mining giant Piedmont Lithium Inc. fails to meet Chad Brown’s definition of a good neighbor
In the summer of 1991, I was five years old and living in my grandfather’s American dream. Together with my mother, we spent the warm season in China Grove, a farm town 35 miles northeast of Charlotte, North Carolina, fixing up a white one-bedroom house with a red-brick porch and a Rose of Sharon bush out front. For my grandfather, it was a homecoming. He was raised in the old white farmhouse, and when he married my grandmother — “that little hillbilly,” he’d called her, before their love blossomed — he tried for a while to make a home with her in a back building she insulated with newspaper clippings advertising farm-supply stores and White Lily flour. When The Great War was over, he came back to her and their new daughter in Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains. For half a century, he dreamed about the fertile North Carolina soil. He always thought he’d make it back there for good, but he never did. Besides all the Bojangles butter biscuits we ate that summer, my most vivid memories are …
