This post is NOT for Arthur since it's on a topic NOT discussed by NIST.....
There is a new article in the April issue of ESQUIRE magazine that was pointed out to me by Prof. Cahill at U.C. Davis.
It's by Eric Gillin and it starts on page 133....
On page 141 of the article there are several pie-charts showing the composition of the dust cloud around the rubble pile at Ground Zero.
The chart for October 3rd 2001 is most interesting since it shows a breakdown of the 12 to 2.5 micron dust as follows:
This level of chlorine is amazing! It's higher than sulfur and remember that gypsum is 19 % sulfur.
When you consider that the bulk dust was typically about 6000 ppm chlorine, this suggests a MAJOR source of HCl and/or Cl2 was being outgassed from the rubble pile. This means that there was a very REACTIVE source of chlorine at the WTC.
Most interesting.
The article is about this Eric Gillin guy who was caught up in the dust cloud from WTC 2's collapse.
He had a messenger bag and when he got home, he put the shirt he was wearing and it in a plastic bag on a shelf where it sat for over 5 years.
Prof Cahill helped figure out what the dust that was in the bag and shirt was made of:
From the article:
Finally, Cahill e-mails me an incomprehensible line graph tracking nanograms in the dust sample, plus a written analysis of the bag peppered with scary chemical formulas like CaSO4 . 2H2O and CaO2 and SiO2. Then he calls me on the phone. "I just want to tell you personally what a service you've done everybody," he says. My heart races. I wonder why he's telling me this again, wondering if he's stalling, wondering why he doesn't just come out and *** tell me the bad news already. And then:
"Basically, you just got a big blast of drywall. Which is harmless."What? Come again now? Where are the freaky microtoxins that will enter my bloodstream and attack my heart? Where's all that lead from the Chinese electrical cords?
"We saw a tiny amount of lead on your bag," Cahill says. "I mean, it was tiny. We can say the lead levels present in the cloud itself were essentially zero."
So what did I breathe? Construction materials, for the most part: cement dust from the square-acre floors of the tower; aggregate materials, which basically means particulates of rock and gravel; and drywall, which is made of a calcium-based substance called gypsum. The coarsest particles, the ones I presumably spit up in the bank lobby, consisted of all three materials, but the finest particles--the ones that invade your deep lung, never to leave--were also mostly gypsum. And gypsum is safe for human consumption. Matter of fact, it's used to enrich bread with calcium, can be found in toothpaste and blackboard chalk, and helps coagulate tofu. Tofu, for chrissakes.
"That doesn't mean there's not some harm there, but it's a different kind of harm," Cahill says. "Your lung got loaded up with stuff and your mouth and throat got irritated for a short period of time. But that's better than bearing the enormous body burden of very fine metals working from your bloodstream to your heart."
Evidently,
these very fine metals didn't enter the air above lower Manhattan en masse until weeks later, when all those smashed computer parts, electrical cords, ceiling tiles, and ballpoint pens began to smolder at extremely high temperatures deep below the street. When the South Tower came down, the massive concrete floors fell like a giant stack of pancakes, slamming into one another and driving the contents of the building straight down, but the air in the building blew out the sides, like a balloon popping when a fat man sits on it. The wind that the building exhaled was hurricane force, instantly aerating the drywall and the glass and some of the concrete, which coated me a few seconds later. "It's no different from when you blow up an old thirty-story hotel," says Cahill. "That's the same kind of dust cloud. Heck, the older buildings are probably worse because they have more asbestos."
When Cahill's done, I have a weird thought: Good news! About September 11! Not a lot of people can say that.
By the way, he also had this to say, which ultimately is MORE interesting than the chemical makeup of the dust:
Oh, my God, they're falling!"
Whoever yelled this, I didn't believe it. Then I turned around and saw that the gash carved into the South Tower wasn't belching fire anymore. It wasn't belching anything. It simply wasn't. I had left my office nearby when I heard what had happened and was standing one block away, next to the giant red Noguchi cube in front of the HSBC building. From there I watched the World Trade Center peel like an enormous steel banana.
Right after that, I decided to run for my life.Arthur