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Wm. Lewis
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For
27 years and counting
The Author
James Wm. Lewis
is
The Prime Suspect
in the seven still-unsolved
Chicago Area
Cyanide-Laced Tylenol Murders of 1982.
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Like
an obligatory, naked, unguided never ending tour to the nineth
circle of Dante Alighieri's Inferno, these incendiary accusations
strip Lewis of all innocence, forcing him to nonviolently confront
himself, his accusers, and others. He agonizingly introspects
broadly, with an intensity, and a silent solitary dignity few
know, giving birth to The Doctor's Dilemma.
Far
from these haunting Chicago tragedies, but always sensitive
and respectful to all victims, The Doctor's Dilemma
finds its motivation in another tragic era, probing different
cultures inhabited by a vastly different suffering cast. Charles
Rivers, M.D., the protagonist finds himself jogging at dawn
in central India, instantly surrounded by the stench of bloated
corpses and the cries of living hords. Bodies, the walking dead,
and the living are everwhere, the mass casualties in Bhopal,
India, where in December, 1984, a deadly gas shroud silently
creeps over the sleeping city, killing 8 to 10-thousand people
within 72 hours.
While navigating this vast sea of slaughtered innocents, Dr.
Rivers loses his adopted Indian family, his best friend and
his worldly innocence. Seized by pain and anger, disgust and
dispair, Rivers becomes a manic, supercharged force for good,
using his powers against untouchable and ruthless, wealthy and
poweful executives of environment poisoning, people-killing
corporations.
When
at the peak of his fame, Rivers discovers that his own father,
decades earlier in total ignorace, accepts bribes for helping
thugs dump poisons in the drinking water acquifers where the
doctor grew up. This money gives the doctor a cushy childhood,
and pays for his education. A gemeration llater, these leeching
poisons kill his father, his friends, little children and neighbors,
as if a cruel echo of the Bhopal tragedy.
In
the seventies, many dump household trash down deep abandoned
mineshafts as casually as burying their dead six feet under.
Burying problems is the prefered solution. It is an age of an
innocence born of ignorance, before ordinary people know about
fragile environmental hazards, before they know how toxins flow
underground, making drinking water deadly.
The
doctor now faces a dilemma. Is he ethically bound to blow the
whistle on his own dying father, thereby destroying his own
career, or does the the doctor do something else?
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