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Warren M. Anderson, a Brooklyn carpenter's son who ascended to the top of the Union Carbide Corporation, where he grappled with the ravages of a poisonous gas leak at the company's plant in Bhopal, India, in 1984 that killed thousands in one of history's most lethal industrial accidents, died on September 29 at a nursing home in Vero Beach, Florida. He was 92.

His death, which was not announced by his family, was confirmed from public records.
In an interview with The New York Times five months after the tragedy, Anderson spoke of his feelings of loss and helplessness. "You wake up in the morning thinking, can it have occurred?" he said. "And then you know it has and you know it's something you're going to have to struggle with for a long time."

Anderson was highly praised for his courage in going to Bhopal four days after the accident, where he was immediately arrested. But after quickly paying bail, he never returned to face trial.

The Indian government made multiple requests to extradite him, and officially labeled him a fugitive. A judge there called him an "absconder."

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Inside control room of derelict Union Carbide Factory. (Getty Images)
In 2010, after eight low-level Indian executives of Union Carbide's Bhopal subsidiary were convicted of negligence, a writer for rediff.com, an Indian news site, visited Anderson's immaculately landscaped home in the Hamptons. Reflecting Indian public opinion that he deserved punishment as the ultimate culprit, the writer imagined a future that never happened: "10 to 20 years in a dirty, overcrowded, rat-infested Indian prison."

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Guard pointing to location where gas leak killed thousands of people 1985. (Getty Images)



The Bhopal horror began around midnight on December 2-3, 1984, when a chemical reaction in a plant that made insecticides caused a leak of toxic gases that swept through the surrounding community. The Madhya Pradesh govt confirmed 3,787 deaths as a result. Unofficial estimates exceeded 10,000. More than a half-million people were injured, with many dying from illnesses including lung cancer, kidney failure and liver disease.

In 1989, Union Carbide paid $470 million to the Indian government to settle litigation stemming from the disaster. But the Indian public, cheered on by politicians and the news media, never stopped urging the prosecution of Anderson, and arrest warrants were periodically issued.
With the support of the United States government, he escaped extradition. And he eluded subpoenas in civil cases by living quietly and migrating between his homes in Vero Beach; Greenwich, Conn.; and Bridgehampton, NY. The Indian government and Indian activists contended that slack management and deferred maintenance caused the disaster. Union Carbide blamed sabotage. The company further pointed out that it owned just 51% of the company, and left oversight to local executives. It denied that it had been mixing dangerous chemicals in India to save money; it would be less expensive, the company said, to make the pesticide in the United States and sell it in India.

Union Carbide insisted that the settlement agreement ended any possibility of prosecuting Anderson.

Anderson had devoted his life to climbing the Union Carbide corporate ladder, arriving at work at 7am and frequently moving from city to city. His major concern before the accident was disappointing financial results: In 1979, when he was president and chief operating officer, the company had predicted its sales would reach $13 billion in 1983. In fact they were around $9 billion, and earnings dropped more than 90%.

After he became chairman and chief executive in 1982, he improved productivity and sales, and acquired several companies, including STP Oil. Ecologists said Union Carbide began shaking off the reputation as a polluter that had long dogged it. Anderson ruled over an empire with 700 plants in more than three dozen countries.

Then came Bhopal. For the first time in his life, Anderson couldn't sleep; at one point he holed up for a week at a hotel in Stamford, Conn. He and his wife, Lillian, spent evenings reading newspaper articles about the tragedy to each other. When they went to restaurants, he was afraid to be seen laughing because people "might not think it was appropriate," he told The Times.

But he told The Associated Press that he was determined to find something positive in the darkness. Although he acknowledged that "people look at me and think I'm out of my mind to say that this may be a good event," he envisioned the disaster leading to new safety procedures.
Anderson was born in Brooklyn on Nov. 29, 1921, to Swedish immigrants who lived in the borough's Bay Ridge section. They named him for Warren G. Harding, who was the president at the time. He helped his father, a carpenter, install floors, and delivered copies of The Brooklyn Eagle.

He won football and academic scholarships to Colgate, where he majored in chemistry. After graduating in 1942, he enlisted in the Navy and trained to be a fighter pilot, but never saw combat. He played football for a Navy team that had the legendary Bear Bryant as coach. After his discharge, he made the rounds of chemical companies and took the first job offered him - by Union Carbide.

He started as a salesman and later oversaw operations in Europe, Latin America, Africa and the Middle East. He worked in the company's chemicals, plastics, gas, metals and carbon businesses. While working for Union Carbide, he earned a law degree from Western Reserve University (now Case Western Reserve) in 1956.

In 1986, at age 65, he retired from Union Carbide. In later years he gardened and fished with his wife, who survives him, and baked Swedish bread, following an old family recipe.

His death passed almost unnoticed until an article appeared in Vero Beach 32963, the weekly newspaper of the Vero Beach barrier island.

In 1984, an article in The Times said that in dealing with Bhopal, Union Carbide, which is now part of Dow Chemical, had to find a balance between "the instincts of human compassion, the demands of public relations and the dictates of corporate survival."

Warren Anderson, CEO of Union Carbide during the 1984 Bhopal gas tragedy, dies - The Times of India
 
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Raghu Rai's hauntingly iconic picture that conveyed the terrible human tragedy.
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& victims kept running from pillar to post in hope of getting justice. Alas there was none.
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May this Misfortune never occur to any Human being again.

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he was old enough RIP to him baat khatam
Ummed hai upar ja kar kisi ko jawab dena padega. Gumnaami ki maut mara, shayad hi kisi ko hamdardi ho.
 
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Ummed hai upar ja kar kisi ko jawab dena padega. Gumnaami ki maut mara, shayad hi kisi ko hamdardi ho.

ab bhai oper ki oper jany yahan se to mamla khatam hoa .ab kya faida gali ya buri baat ker ke ?
 
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ab bhai oper ki oper jany yahan se to mamla khatam hoa .ab kya faida gali ya buri baat ker ke ?


Jin logo ki jindagi dojakh sey bhi buri ho gayi unhey koi insaaf nahi mila, Bas isi baat ka afsos hai.
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Rot in Hell, May you now meet the victim and they may take the vengence.

Indian Politician who gave cover should also rot or burn in hell.
 
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Another story written by Mr V Anand (Retired General Manager, Southern railways), re-collecting the horror that went on Night of 2-3 December 1984 and how Indian railways copped with it.

The Bhopal Gas Tragedy

More than twenty years have gone by since the Bhopal Gas tragedy. The victims of the biggest industrial accident are yet to receive succour. "The Bhopal Gas Tragedy" has been lost in the collective consciousness of the nation. Yes, life has to go on - we must offer prayers for the victims - but do spare a thought for those who lost their lives in their devotion to duty.

I refer to the "un-honoured," "unwept" and "unsung" railwaymen who stood like "boys on the burning deck" and kept the wheels of Indian Railways turning.

The third of December 1984 dawned like any other day at Bhusaval Junction, the heart of Central Railway's operations. It was a pleasant bracing winter morning and it was "...business as usual...." The 00-00 hours to 08-00 hours shift in the Control Office was busy tying up the loose ends of the previous day's operations and gathering information to plan the day's work. The telephone lines were buzzing from different directions and all the control boards were busy like the proverbial beehives. North bound trains towards Itarsi Junction, South bound trains towards Mumbai, West bound trains towards Surat and East bound trains towards Nagpur marked their progress on the control charts.

But wait! The Itarsi line was fading. Those were the days when railway communication was mainly through the overhead telegraph wires. Optic Fibre Cable was still in its infancy. It was the pre Sam-Pitroda days and telephone instruments were a luxury. There were no STD facilities and what was called a "lightning call" took a couple of hours to materialise!

At first the Bhusaval Control Office shrugged off the lack of communication with Itarsi as routine, but when the silence continued, it was disquieting. The railways still had their more than 100 years old Morse instruments functioning There was a class of railway men, now extinct, called Signalers who used the DOT-DASH-DOT method to raise Bhopal. Finally the headquarters control office at Mumbai confirmed that there was something seriously amiss at Bhopal which in those days was an area controlled from the Jhansi Railway Divisional Office.

By about 6am it was evident that a disaster had struck Bhopal. No trains were leaving Bhopal and those which entered just seemed to have disappeared into a "black hole" till the yard was full and no more trains could be admitted.

The initial reports were almost flippant - ".... some evil fairy has struck and sleeping sickness has overtaken Bhopal...." Wild rumours started spreading. In the aftermath of the 1984 riots the militant Sikh organisations were being blamed for everything.

The Black third of December brought the news that people were dropping dead like flies in Bhopal and those who could manage to flee were scrambling into trains which were running away from Bhopal. There was a mass exodus with the "haves" abandoning Bhopal and commandeering whatever vehicles were available.

As the next shift railway workers streamed in at Bhopal they saw the horrifying sight of their colleagues dead at the work spot. Signalmen and Stationmasters in the busy Nishatpura yard which was the epicentre of the gas leak had collapsed with the signal levers still in their hands. Since the signals did not turn green the engine drivers died in their cabs dutifully waiting for the signals. Clerks at the booking windows had keeled over with the ticket boxes and the cash safes wide open. The only redeeming feature was that the deadly gas had struck without fear or favour and hence even thieves did not dare enter Bhopal!

Back at the Bhusaval Control Office the full impact of the happenings at Bhopal was still sinking in. Plans were made to send medical aid and manpower to Bhopal to restart train operations. In the glorious tradition of Indian Railways not one employee questioned the decision to send people to Bhopal. Whenever there is a disaster, man made or natural, it is ingrained in railwaymen to rush to the scene of the disaster and none will quit his post till the job is done. The last civilian to leave Tezpur when the Chinese invaded India in 1962 was the Station Master!

Meanwhile, rumours had spread that a second wave of poisonous gas, even deadlier than the first one, had broken loose and the new exodus further swelled the rush of panic stricken residents.

While these streams of humanity were going out of Bhopal, there was one band of railwaymen going towards Bhopal. One may say,"fools rushed in where angels feared to tread" but at that point in time the Railwaymen and women of Itarsi, 90km from Bhopal, banded themselves together and set off in a caravan of road vehicles to the ill-fated city. Unmindful of the people exhorting them to go back, these unsung heroes armed with food and medicine, wended their way to Bhopal.

Nobody knew exactly what had happened except that some gas had engulfed Bhopal. As the sun rose the gas diffused and finally dispersed leaving in its wake thousands of humans choking, coughing and blinded. The "council of war" at the Bhusaval control office decided that a relief train should start immediately. On the presumption that only a nerve gas could disable people so rapidly, all the stocks of atropine as an antidote were commandeered along with hundreds of vials of eye drops. The Special Train carrying a multidisciplinary team of railway employees including doctors and para-medics covered the distance of 302km from Bhusaval to Itarsi in three hours flat. When it reached Bhopal the relief team were informed that the State Government Administration had finally got their act together - probably inspired into action by the railwaymen who had proceeded from Itarsi.

The gas-affected people were pouring into the Itarsi civil hospital. It was found that the atropine vials and "Visine" eye drops were useless. It is still not known whether there is an antidote to methyl isocyanate - the poisonous substance which had annihilated everyone near the Union Carbide Factory.

The sight at the Civil Hospital in Itarsi was something straight out of Dante's Inferno. Dozens of men, women and children were writhing in agony as the doctors watched in horrified helplessness. Death was a welcome relief to the victims, their eyeballs swollen red and bursting, every breath bringing agony to their burning lungs. The screams of the tortured bodies were in different languages. As train after train went past Itarsi discharging the bodies of the victims of the monstrous gas, the famous cliché that "from Kashmir to Kanniyakumari Indian Railways is one" was poignantly apparent as the railway relief team tried its best to soothe the victims in whatever language they could speak. Faced with their end these poor souls uncomplainingly requested that their next of kin should be informed and their belongings taken care of. A poor blinded Malayalee boy held a nurse's hands imploring her to convey some important news to his mother in Kerala.

The dying wish of a TTE (Travelling Ticket Examiner) was that his settlement dues should be expedited and his family cared for. In his delirious death he kept apologising for abandoning his train and pressed the reservation chart into the hands of another railwayman. His sightless eyes failed to reveal that it was a doctor.

There was no way for postmortems to be performed and all the death certificates were signed with the words "Cardiac arrest ".

The railways raced back to normality within 24 hours of the accident, but many railwaymen still bear the physical and mental scars of that black day.

While we continue to pray for the souls of those who lost their lives, let us salute the railwaymen who tenaciously clung to their work spots and made the ultimate sacrifice and those rushed to the scene of disaster while everyone else was rushing away.


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(A version of this appeared in the Indian Express newspaper in December 2002. This is the unabridged version.)

[IRFCA] Bhopal Gas Tragedy
 
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Rot in hell ........ I hope you are gased in hell very single day .
 
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You will die 1000 times in hell. Every time with a Union Carbide poisonous gas. May your soul never find peace. Curse of a million people is upon you :angry:
 
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Anderson dead, no tears in Bhopal

There was no redemption for Warren M. Anderson — accused no. 1 in the criminal case pertaining to the Bhopal gas tragedy — in life. On Thursday, it seemed there was none in death. Hearing of his death, a full one month after he passed away at a nursing home in Vero Beach, Florida, on September 29, survivors of the Bhopal gas tragedy assembled outside the now-defunct Union Carbide factory and placed a large portrait of him. Then, one by one, they spat at the photograph. With his death, the struggle to get the former CEO of Union Carbide extradited has hit a dead end.

The tragedy was one of the worst industrial disasters in the world, leaving thousands of people dead and over half a million injured on the intervening night of December 2 and 3, 1984. Anderson was the chief executive officer of the UCC, owner of Union Carbide India Ltd., which ran the plant from where the deadly methyl isocyanate leaked into the densely populated bastis of Old Bhopal.

Anderson dead, no tears in Bhopal - The Hindu
 
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the struggle to get the former CEO of Union Carbide extradited has hit a dead end.
Their struggle had hit a dead end a long time ago. With US courts unwilling to extradite him, there was little or no chance to see the man behind bars. the victims still suffer and have received little compensation (if any, owing to corruption and all), barely enough to even take care of medical needs.
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The REAL culprit was the INDIAN JUDGE's who denied justice to Indians. :coffee: (no prize for guessing why)

How many of you know his name ?
 
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