Arlit: Deuxième Paris

Arlit is a case study in environmental racism set in a uranium mining town in the Sahara desert of Niger. Here European corporations extract nuclear power and profits leaving behind disease, contamination and unemployment. Ironically the primary activities of Arlit today is waiting, waiting to die of radiation related sicknesses or to emigrate to find work in Europe itself.

Arlit was once a boom town. During the oil crunch of the early 70's its uranium mines flourished eventually employing 25,000 workers from around the world in high paying jobs. Arlit was alive 24 hours a day, with frequent international flights, nightlife, earning it the nickname, 'le deuxiéme Paris.' Then came the collapse in uranium prices and the Tuareg rebellion against the central government in Niamey more than 500 miles to the southwest. Arlit became a shadow of its former self. When there was nothing more which the Europeans wanted they abandoned the town leaving behind the derelict machinery littering the desert which is so memorable an image in the film. Arlit demonstrates the ultimate bankruptcy of overseas investment in commodity based industry as a strategy for development.

While filming his last film Si Gueriki (The Queen Mother) director Idrissou Mora Kpai met Issa, an old man, who had put him up in Arlit on his own way to Europe seventeen years earlier. Now Issa was returning to Arlit to say good bye to his friends and Mora Kpai decided to use this farewell visit as a loose structure for a new documentary. The film has no narration, only the words of Arlit's inhabitants reflecting on their dreams and frustrations.

One theme which comes up repeatedly is how many people have died of mining related illnesses: silicosis, asthma, lung and liver cancer. Just as in this country, company doctors blithely deny any connection between poor occupational safety and health conditions and their workers' illnesses; they blame 99% of the deaths on smoking and AIDS. But the workers are not deceived and also notice the different levels of health care given to European and African employees.

Even more disturbing is that the radiation continues. Some of the mines are still operative. Slag heaps and open face mines are perilously close to the town. Radioactive machinery is abandoned everywhere. The companies even gave contaminated parts to the workers as bonuses, which they then recycled as kitchen utensils and water pipes. Thus the damage will be passed down from generation to generation.

What strikes one most, however, about Arlit is that it is a place of waiting. Everyone is there in the hope of going somewhere else. Only the nomadic Tuareg have found an occupation; once they led caravans of slaves, salt and spices across the Sahara; now they smuggle desperate Africans on the dangerous journey across the Ténéré desert to Tamanrasset in Algeria. From there they hope to pursue the uncertain life of undocumented immigrants in Europe.