Mobiles, that is!
Alexander had just been given his first mobile; he is proud as can be, excited to learn all its functions, downloads music and carries his new toy everywhere; he feels grown up by two feet and taken seriously, finally, thanks to that status symbol we so generously allowed him to have.
It is kind of hard having him switch it off at night only to know that he will use it first thing in the morning again and then immediately in the school bus; same as three, four or more of his classmates and the driver having one on stand-by or ear-hung on Bluetooth, too.
That wee school bus follows the back roads to pick up others and take them to school; no reception along an eight mile road, anyway, and very bad reception where those precious little toys find their friends’ masts called BT, Vodafone or even O2 – did that not stand for oxygen, once?
Good? Well, the twice-a-day-trip allows our tiny school girls and boys sitting in that bus and taking a twice-a-day-fifteen-minute-intense-shower of increased radiation from three, four, five or more mobiles that desperately try to find reception by maximising their sending power: They are programmed to do just that in order to overcome the Faraday’s cage shielding effect and the long and disrupted distance to the next sending mast(s). It is so simple, basic physics. The kids might learn about that in Secondary – will that then lead to any consequences? Hope against hope.
This is neither new nor are we the only parents of an eleven year old who are worried – it is a threat where we might be accused one day of having allowed our son or daughter to get brain cancer by neglecting supervision of minors. Worse: the boy might ask: why me, you should have known!?
I know: nothing is proven, too few and too limited studies, little do we know, it won’t hit them all, the risk is minor and who wants to question a billion Dollar industry?
Smoke, smoking, smokers are just going through that stage: who tells us, them or you that it will be any different this time?
This is from a parent who would like to know more, feels he knows better, but fails, anyway.