OMG, the amount and strength of toxic dumping by these chemical companies, the levels they went to deceive and bully, pouring waste sometimes instead of using 55-gallon drums, a pipeline into the ocean, the cozy relationship between the suits and the city inspectors who looked the other way, it all adds up to a horror story.
On the other hand, it’s hard to get too outraged. The lens we use today to make judgements is much clearer than it was when Ciba-Geigy and others were doing their worst.
Still, this is a must read to understand just how far companies went back then and the impacts pollution had on people and places. Non-fiction is not always a riveting, page-turner, but this one is.
And for me, it’s somewhat personal. My grandmother lived in Tom’s River for a while. And my Mom, God rest her soul, was way ahead of her time. In the 1960s, she built a compost in our back yard. I remember taking our food trash back there. I’m sure the whispers in our suburban neighborhood made the rounds…