Plum Island Animal Disease Center
Plum Island Animal Disease Center of New York (PIADCNY) is a United States federal research facility dedicated to the study of animal diseases. It is part of the DHS Directorate for Science and Technology.
Since 1954, the center has had the goal of protecting America's livestock from animal diseases. During the Cold War a secret biological weapons program targeting livestock was conducted at the site. This program has been the subject of controversy.
Read more about Plum Island Animal Disease Center: Location and Description, History, Diseases Studied and Outbreaks, Replacement Facility, Activities, Popular Culture, Controversy
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