Babel-17
Veteran
Apologies for resurrecting this ancient thread. I do feel though the following article articulates very well some of the issues on which I did such a terrible job of expressing myself and couldn't document.
Sadly, I think registration is needed but it's painless.
http://www.nytimes.com/2003/12/21/national/21OSHA.html?hp
A Trench Caves In; a Young Worker Is Dead. Is It a Crime?
By DAVID BARSTOW
Published: December 21, 2003
INCINNATI — As the autopsy confirmed, death did not come right away for Patrick M. Walters. On June 14, 2002, while working on a sewer pipe in a trench 10 feet deep, he was buried alive under a rush of collapsing muck and mud. A husky plumber's apprentice, barely 22 years old, Mr. Walters clawed for the surface. Sludge filled his throat. Thousands of pounds of dirt pressed on his chest, squeezing and squeezing until he could not draw another breath.
Soon after, an investigator from the coroner's office called Mrs. Marts. He could not have been nicer. Such a tragedy, he said. But by then, the first insistent questions had begun to form. Her son had often spoken about his fear of being buried alive. He had described being sent into deep trenches without safety equipment, like the large metal boxes placed in excavations to create a sheltered workspace.
"Was there a trench box?" she asked the investigator. He paused, she recalled. "He says, `Ma'am, no safety procedures were followed. None.'
Sadly, I think registration is needed but it's painless.
http://www.nytimes.com/2003/12/21/national/21OSHA.html?hp
A Trench Caves In; a Young Worker Is Dead. Is It a Crime?
By DAVID BARSTOW
Published: December 21, 2003
INCINNATI — As the autopsy confirmed, death did not come right away for Patrick M. Walters. On June 14, 2002, while working on a sewer pipe in a trench 10 feet deep, he was buried alive under a rush of collapsing muck and mud. A husky plumber's apprentice, barely 22 years old, Mr. Walters clawed for the surface. Sludge filled his throat. Thousands of pounds of dirt pressed on his chest, squeezing and squeezing until he could not draw another breath.
Soon after, an investigator from the coroner's office called Mrs. Marts. He could not have been nicer. Such a tragedy, he said. But by then, the first insistent questions had begun to form. Her son had often spoken about his fear of being buried alive. He had described being sent into deep trenches without safety equipment, like the large metal boxes placed in excavations to create a sheltered workspace.
"Was there a trench box?" she asked the investigator. He paused, she recalled. "He says, `Ma'am, no safety procedures were followed. None.'