Chicago, December 1942

Chicago, December 1942

The world's first nuclear reactor was within a pile of graphite bricks • (Public Domain)

Originally published 28 February 1994

Physi­cist Albert Wat­ten­berg was pok­ing about in the Chica­go branch of the Nation­al Archives recent­ly. He was look­ing for arti­facts used by Enri­co Fer­mi and his team of nuclear physi­cists in achiev­ing the first self-sus­tain­ing nuclear reac­tion in a squash court under the Uni­ver­si­ty of Chicago’s foot­ball sta­di­um in Decem­ber 1942.

Wat­ten­berg had been on Fer­mi’s team. Now, more than 50 years lat­er, he reached into a box and picked up an 8‑inch met­al rod. Its heft sur­prised him. “There’s only one met­al that heavy,” says Wat­ten­berg. “It was obvi­ous­ly uranium.”

Radioac­tive uranium.

Wat­ten­berg’s dis­cov­ery led to an exam­i­na­tion of oth­er doc­u­ments and arti­facts in the archives. Hun­dreds of lab­o­ra­to­ry note­books and papers dat­ing from the ear­ly days of nuclear research turned out to be con­t­a­m­i­nat­ed with radioactivity.

The ear­ly 1940s were a care­less time in nuclear physics. Sci­en­tists were heady with the excite­ment of dis­cov­ery. A war was on; a nuclear bomb could short­en the war and save Amer­i­can lives. The dan­gers of radi­a­tion were not as well under­stood as they are today. Safe­ty some­times went by the board.

In the squash court under the sta­di­um, Fer­mi pushed his team to assem­ble the first nuclear reac­tor, a room-sized pile of graphite bricks inter­spersed with chunks of ura­ni­um and ura­ni­um oxide. If all went well, a chain reac­tion of dis­in­te­grat­ing ura­ni­um atoms, trig­gered by neu­trons, would pro­duce a new form of energy.

Graphite dust black­ened walls, floors, faces, note­books. It was dirty work, as dif­fer­ent as one can imag­ine from the white-coat­ed, dust-free envi­ron­ments of mod­ern nuclear facilities.

At last the moment came to allow the reac­tor to go “crit­i­cal.” Neu­tron-absorb­ing cad­mi­um rods were slow­ly removed from the pile, under Fer­mi’s direc­tion. There was con­cern that the reac­tion might get out of con­trol, that the pile might melt down. A “sui­cide squad” of three young physi­cists stood by with jugs of neu­tron-absorb­ing cad­mi­um-sul­fate solu­tion to douse the reactor.

All of this in the mid­dle of a crowd­ed city.

The self-sus­tain­ing reac­tion was achieved. For four-and-a-half min­utes, Fer­mi let neu­trons mul­ti­ply. Left uncon­trolled, a run­away reac­tion would have killed every­one in the room and caused a mini-Chernobyl.

But before that hap­pened, con­trol rods were re-insert­ed and the chain reac­tion halt­ed. The physi­cists shared a cel­e­bra­to­ry bot­tle of Chi­anti. The crowd depart­ed. Fer­mi stayed behind with Leo Szi­lard, the physi­cist who had first imag­ined that a nuclear chain reac­tion was pos­si­ble. Szi­lard shook Fer­mi’s hand and wor­ried that the day would go down as a black day in the his­to­ry of mankind.

His­to­ry’s judg­ment of what was accom­plished that day is mixed. But that the day was lit­er­al­ly black is beyond dis­pute. The dust of graphite was every­where, appar­ent­ly con­t­a­m­i­nat­ed with radioac­tiv­i­ty. Even today, radioac­tive mate­r­i­al lingers on things the physi­cists touched, box­es and box­es of his­tor­i­cal doc­u­ments, doc­u­ment­ing in an unex­pect­ed way the casu­al birth of the nuclear age.

In those ear­ly days, many researchers and work­ers were acci­den­tal­ly con­t­a­m­i­nat­ed. Research on the phys­i­o­log­i­cal effects of radi­a­tion was a med­ical neces­si­ty. Some med­ical exper­i­ments were entire­ly prop­er and use­ful. Oth­ers raise trou­bling ques­tions of eth­i­cal responsibility:

In 1945 – 47, eigh­teen sup­pos­ed­ly ter­mi­nal­ly-ill hos­pi­tal patients were inject­ed with high dos­es of plu­to­ni­um to learn whether the body absorbed it, with­out informed con­sent of the patients or their families.

About the same time, six hos­pi­tal patients were inject­ed with ura­ni­um salts to deter­mine the dose that pro­duced injury to the kid­neys. No informed consent.

More than a hun­dred prison inmates had tes­ti­cles exposed to x‑rays to deter­mine the effect of radi­a­tion on sperm pro­duc­tion. Eleven comatose brain can­cer patients were inject­ed with ura­ni­um to learn whether it is absorbed by brain tumors.

In oth­er med­ical exper­i­ments, small and prob­a­bly harm­less lev­els of radi­a­tion were used as “trac­ers” on pop­u­la­tions that includ­ed infants, retard­ed chil­dren, blacks and women, often with­out informed consent.

These rev­e­la­tions com­pound an already well-known record of exper­i­ments involv­ing humans and radioac­tiv­i­ty in the 1940s and ’50s, such as the expo­sure of sol­diers to det­o­na­tions of nuclear weapons.

In ret­ro­spect, it is easy to make judg­ments about the appro­pri­ate­ness or inap­pro­pri­ate­ness of these exper­i­ments. At the time, the eth­i­cal issues were less clear, nation­al secu­ri­ty seemed para­mount, and safe­ty rules were lax by present stan­dards (Can you imag­ine an exper­i­men­tal reac­tor in the heart of Chica­go today?). An exhil­a­rat­ing buzz of dis­cov­ery was in the air as sci­en­tists rushed to wrest from nature the secrets of nuclear transmutation.

In their zeal to dis­cov­er, the sci­en­tists cre­at­ed a mess of radioac­tive pol­lu­tion that dirt­ied their own lives and the lives of Amer­i­cans around them, includ­ing the help­less, the incar­cer­at­ed, and the ter­mi­nal­ly ill. In their well-mean­ing enthu­si­asm, they left con­t­a­m­i­nat­ed fin­ger­prints on the pages of history.

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