On Emerald Greens, Arsenic & Baltic Rush
The vivid greens of spring. Such a propulsion of colour, even here, on this post-industrial landscape. Everywhere there are marks of the frenzied development that occurred here in the wake of a 1903 discovery of silver. Out behind us is a disused stamp mill - it processed the silver ore and then discharged tailings (the waste rock) both on the mill site and into nearby waterways. The tailings were heavily contaminated with arsenic.
The mill burnt down in 1956 - only the foundations remain. For the longest time there was little or no vegetation around the site, but slowly a growing buffer of greens, a distinct patchwork of vibrant and darker shades. The pattern isn’t random. The darkest green is composed of Baltic Rush, an unassuming plant with the capacity to tolerate arsenic contamination. Follow the Baltic Rush and you follow the history, the trail of arsenic contamination: the rumble of the railcars up and over the trestle and away from the site, leaving its stain on the landscape. But the modest plant doesn’t just reveal history; it’s healing it.
Baltic Rush can tolerate arsenic – so through phytoremediation, by absorbing and fixing the toxins, the Rushes gradually remove the poisons from the soil, making it possible for other plants to establish themselves. What a little champ.
So of course, shades of green and arsenic were on my mind. Brewed myself up a pot of dye from a few handfuls of Baltic Rush – deep bottle green with a hint of swamp. Wouldn’t be stable enough for a dye though – too ephemeral. Historically, green had always been a tricky colour to create, the dyes unstable, prone to fading. Green today, gone tomorrow.
It was a problem for the Victorians as well – as they were mad for green. Understandably – the grinding of the Industrial Revolution, it was like a pox, a relentless energy draining the colour out of everything. So yes, mad for that green, that lost verdant past. Lost perhaps, but couldn’t it be re-imagined, bring the long gone outside, inside?
The demand was insatiable, Victorians clamouring for all manner of beautiful green objects – clothing, candies, decorations, candles. The famous designer William Morris created incredible wallpapers, also all the rage. His designs - lush tangles of tendrils and vines and flowers - were manufactured with two of the most popular green dyes of the 19th century:
Scheele’s green – created in 1775; a yellowish-green color that was still unstable but better than the other options. Named after it’s inventor, Carl Wilhem Scheele.
Paris green – created in 1814 - depending on the grinding process, it could range from a deep emerald to blue-green; lasted longer than Scheele’s green. Named for its use as a rodenticide in the rat-infested Parisian sewers.
Sensational colours. And both arsenic-based organic pigments.
No surprise, then, their alter-egos as rodenticides & insecticides. And in Victorian homes, the dyes would flake off, or a mild breeze would send toxic vapours drifting from those tendrils and vines. People became ill, children could even die. Industrial illness afflicted the workers who mined the arsenic and those who produced the wallpapers.
William Morris refused to believe it – that green, that perfect shade, all vegetal and sublime - how could his gorgeous expressions poison people? It was nonsense.
‘As to the arsenic scare a greater folly it is hardly possible to imagine: the doctors were bitten as people were bitten by the witch fever.’ ― William Morris, 1885.
Enough public outcry, though, and he eventually relented, along with other manufacturers, and began producing arsenic-free wallpapers. It is tempting to judge him, a social activist such as himself, stubborn about the toxins, the harms? But maybe we shouldn’t be so quick. Humans tend to deny evidence, reject the inconvenient – to resist truths that get in the way of our beautiful objects.
Even now, as our country is literally on fire, we gush about oil and gas fuelling our grand nation-building project. We all know the direct relationship between fossil fuels and the climate turbulence that dries out our forests and plains, sets them aflame. Naysayers to this? Well, perhaps they don’t understand our new priorities, perhaps they too have been bitten by witch fever.
But out back in the field, modest Baltic Rush just keeps doing all the heavy lifting. More wisdom in this humble plant than in the species that had the nerve to call themselves home sapiens, wise humans.
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“Thank You” for being so insightful. You explain things so clearly that I can’t wait to read your posts.
Fascinating. Although I was raised there, I didn't realize what that plant (or weed) was or how it helped the land to heal. And thanks for the photo from "home".