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Exposure: Poisoned Water, Corporate Greed, and One Lawyer's Twenty-Year Battle against DuPont Paperback – July 14, 2020
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“In the grand tradition of Jonathan Harr’s A Civil Action, lawyer Bilott presents his own real-life legal thriller...readers will be riveted...smartly told and briskly paced, with keen attention to pertinent details.” —Booklist (starred review)
"Leaves little doubt that year after year, the corporation misled government agencies, courts, and consumers into a false sense of security about the poisonous nature of their manufacturing processes.” —Kirkus Reviews
“An intimate account of one of the most appalling environmental crimes in modern history. Exposure is a classic story of American good and American evil—of the triumph of ingenuity, diligence, and self-sacrifice over psychopathic corporate nihilism. Rob Bilott is a hero of our time.” —Nathaniel Rich, writer at large for the New York Times Magazine and author of Losing Earth: A Recent History
“Rob Bilott uncovered the most heinous corporate environmental conspiracy in history. The evidence is literally in your blood. Rob makes one shocking discovery after another while bringing the culprit to justice. You won’t be able to put Exposure down.” —Ken Cook, president of the Environmental Working Group
“An intriguing and easy-to-follow narrative that will have you up in arms about what might be in your drinking water. If you liked Erin Brockovich or A Civil Action, this book is a must-read...Highly recommended.” –Law Library Journal
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1 DRY RUN
July 7, 1996
Washington, West Virginia
No one would help him.
The cattle farmer stood at the edge of a creek that cut through a sun-dappled hollow. Behind him, white-faced Herefords grazed in rolling meadows. His mother’s grandfather had bought this land, and it was the only home he had ever known. As a boy, he had cooled his bare feet in this creek. As a man, he had walked its banks with his wife. As a father, he had watched his little girls splash around in its shallow ripples. His cattle now drank from its pools.
The stream looked like many other streams that flowed through his sprawling farm. It was small and ephemeral, fed by the rains that gathered in the creases of the ancient mountains that rumpled West Virginia and gave it those misty blue, almost-heaven vistas. Thunderstorms occasionally swelled the creek so much that he couldn’t wade across it. Dry spells shrank it to a necklace of pools that winked with silver minnows. Sometimes it ran so dry he’d find them glittering dead in the mud. That’s why they called it Dry Run.
Dry Run used to flow gin clear. Now it looked like dirty dishwater. Bubbles formed as it tumbled over stones in a sudsy film. A thicker foam gathered in eddies, trembling like egg whites whipped into stiff peaks so high they sometimes blew off on a breeze. You could poke it with a stick and leave a hole. It smelled rotten.
“That’s the water right there, underneath that foam,” the farmer said.
He was speaking to the camcorder pressed to his eye. No one believed him when he told them about the things he saw happening to his land. Maybe if he filmed it, they could see for themselves and realize he was not just some crazy old farmer. Birds sang through the white-hot humidity as he panned the camcorder across the creek. His hand shook as he pressed the zoom button, zeroing in on a stagnant pool. Its surface was matte with a crusty film that wrinkled against the shore.
“How would you like for your livestock to have to drink something like that?” he asked his imagined audience.
The farmer’s name was Wilbur Earl Tennant. People who didn’t know him very well called him Wilbur, but friends and family called him Earl. At fifty-four, Earl was an imposing figure, six feet tall, lean and ox-shouldered, with sandpaper hands and a permanent squint. He often walked through the woods shirtless and shoeless, his trousers rolled up, and he moved with an agile strength built by a lifetime of doing things like lifting calves over fences.
Hard labor was his birthright. It had paid for the 150 acres of land his great-grandfather had bought and for the two-story, four-room farmhouse pieced together from trees felled in the woods, dragged across fields, and raised by hand. The farmhouse stood at the foot of a sloping meadow that rose into a bald knob.
Dry Run was less than a mile’s walk from the home place, across Lee Creek, through an open field, and along a pair of tire tracks. It flowed through a corner of the three-hundred-acre farm, in a place Earl called “the holler.” A small valley cut between hillsides, the holler was where he moved the herd to graze throughout the summer. He walked there every day to count heads and check fences. The cows grazed on a mixed pasture of white Dutch clover, bluegrass, fescue, red clover… “just a duke’s mix of everything.” Until lately, the cattle always fattened up nicely on that, plus the corn he grew to finish them and a grain mix he bought from the feed store. Now, he was feeding them twice as much and watching them waste away.
The problem, he thought, was not what they were eating but what they were drinking. Sometimes the cattle watered at a spring-fed bathtub trough at the farthest end of the field, but mostly they drank from Dry Run. Earl had come to believe that its water was now poisoned—with what, he did not know.
“That’s where they’re supposed to come down here and pull water samples, to see what’s in that water.” He pointed the camera at a stagnant pool of water flanked by knee-high grass. The olive green water had a greenish brown foam encrusting the grassy bank. “Isn’t that lovely?”
The edge in his voice was anger. His cattle were dying inexplicably, and in droves. In less than two years he had lost at least one hundred calves and more than fifty cows. He marked each one on a calendar, a simple slash mark for each grotesque death. The herd that had once been nearly three hundred head had dwindled to just about half that.
Earl had sought help, but no one would step up. After contacting the West Virginia Division of Natural Resources and the West Virginia Department of Environmental Protection, he felt stonewalled. The state vet wouldn’t even come out to the farm. He knew the folks at the DNR, because they gave him a special permit to hunt on his land out of season. But now it seemed they were ignoring him.
“It don’t do you any good to go to the DNR about it. They just turn their back and walk on,” he told the camera. “But you just give me time. I’ll do something about it.”
Thing was, time was running out. It wasn’t just his cattle dying. Deer, birds, fish and other wildlife were turning up dead in and around Dry Run. He had stopped feeding his family venison from the deer he shot on his land. Their innards smelled funny and were sometimes riddled with what looked to him like tumors. The carcasses lay where they fell. Not even buzzards and scavengers would eat them.
Hunting had been one of Earl’s greatest pleasures. He had carried a rifle as he went about the farm, always ready to shoot dinner. He was an excellent marksman, and his family had always had enough meat to eat. His freezer had brimmed with venison, wild turkey, squirrel, and rabbit.
Now it was filled with specimens you might find in a pathology lab.
The problem had to be Dry Run, he thought. He hardly ever saw minnows swimming in the creek anymore, except the ones that floated belly up.
He zoomed out and panned over to an industrial pipe spewing froth into the creek.
“But the point I want to make, and make it real clear,” he said, zooming in, “that’s the mouth of Dry Run.”
The pipe flowed out of a collection pond at the low end of a landfill. On the other side of his property line, Dry Run Landfill was filling up the little valley that had once belonged to his family. Its dumping pits were unlined, designed for the disposal of nonhazardous waste—office paper and everyday trash. At least that’s what his family had been told thirteen years before by the company that had bought their land.
He didn’t believe it anymore. Anyone could see that something was terribly wrong, not only with the landfill itself but with the agencies responsible for monitoring it. Did they think no one would notice? Did they think he would just sit by?
“Somebody’s not doing their duty,” he said to the camera, to anyone who would listen. “And they’re going to find out one of these days that somebody’s tired of it.”
Two weeks after he filmed the foamy water, Earl aimed the camcorder at one of his cows. Standing walleyed in an open field was a polled Hereford—red with a white face and floppy ears.
He panned the camera a few degrees. Her calf, black and white, lay dead on its side in a circle of matted grass. It looked, at most, a few days old. Its head was tipped back at an awkward angle. The carcass was starting to smell.
“It’s just like that other calf up yonder,” he said, panning over the matted grass. “See how that’s all wallered down? That calf had died miserable. It kicked and thumped and wallered around there like you wouldn’t believe.”
The calf was engulfed in a black, humming mist. He zoomed in. Flies.
He panned again: a bonfire on a grassy slope, a pyre of logs as fat as garbage cans. In the flames, a calf lay broadside, burning. Black smoke curled into the daylight.
“This is the hundred and seventh calf that’s met this problem right here. And I burn them all. There’s been fifty-six cows that’s been burnt just like this.”
In another field, a grown cow lay dead. Her white hide was crusted with diarrhea, and her hip bones tented her hide. Her eyes were sunk deep in her head.
“This cow died about twenty, thirty minutes ago,” Earl said. “I fed her at least a gallon of grain a day. She had a calf over there. Calf born dead.”
Earl loved his cows, and the cows loved Earl. They would nuzzle him as he scratched their heads. In the spring, he would run and catch the calves so his daughters could pet them. Even though he sold them to be finished and slaughtered for beef, he didn’t have the heart to kill one himself, unless it had a broken leg and he needed to end its suffering. Recently, the cows had started charging, trying to kick him and butt him with their heads, as this one had before she died.
She had spent the summer in the hollow, drinking out of Dry Run until she’d started to act strangely. With no one from the government or even local veterinarians willing to do it, Earl decided to do an autopsy himself. It wasn’t his first. His earlier efforts had all revealed unpleasant surprises: tumors, abnormal organs, unnatural smells. He wasn’t an expert, but the disease seemed clear enough that he bagged the physical evidence and left it in his freezer for the day he could get someone with credentials interested enough to take a look. That day had never come, so he decided he would make them watch a video.
“She’s poor as a whippoorwill. And I’m gonna cut her open and find out what caused her to die. Because I was feeding her enough feed that she shoulda gained weight instead of losing weight. The first thing I’m gonna do is cut this head open, check these teeth.”
Earl pulled on white gloves and pried open the cow’s mouth, probing her gums and teeth. The tongue looked normal, but some of the teeth were coal black, interspersed with the white ones like piano keys. One tooth had an abscess so large he reckoned he could stick an ice pick clear under it. The flies hummed as loud as bees. He sliced open the chest cavity, pulled out a lung, and turned the camera back on. The smell was odd. He couldn’t quite place it. It was different from the regular dead-cow smells he had dealt with all his life.
“I don’t understand them great big dark red places across there. Don’t understand that at all. I don’t ever remember seeing that in there before.”
He cut out the heart and sliced it open. The muscle looked fine, but a thin, yellow liquid gathered in the cavity where it once beat. “There is about a teacup or so full of it—it’s a real dark yeller. It’s something I have never run into before.”
He reached back into the cow and pulled out a liver that looked about right. Attached to it was a gallbladder that didn’t. “That’s the largest gall I ever saw in my life! Something is the matter right there. That thing’s about… oh, two-thirds bigger than it should be.”
The kidneys, too, looked abnormal. Where they should have been smooth, they looked ropy, covered with ridges. The spleen was thinner and whiter than any spleen he had come cross. When he cut out the other lung, he noted dark purple splotches where they should have been fluffy and pink. “You notice them dark place there, all down through? Even down near the tips of it. That’s very unusual. That looks a little bit like cancer to me.”
Whatever had killed this cow appeared to Earl to have eaten her from the inside out.
Product details
- Publisher : Atria Books; Reprint edition (July 14, 2020)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 400 pages
- ISBN-10 : 1501172824
- ISBN-13 : 978-1501172823
- Item Weight : 11.2 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.5 x 1 x 8.38 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #72,928 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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Anyone who has ever been involved with a court case knows that it's the evidence admitted that determines outcomes. How Bilott managed to mire through hea hundred-thousand pages of more of documents thrown at him by DuPont to find the skeleton key to winning this case is a miracle in itself.
Here's to those who battle dragons and the senior partners at Taft that supported him when the outcome was as clear as a muddied lake.
Bilott is a corporate defence lawyer, but in this case, he became the small man’s plaintiff lawyer. He begins this book with the intriguing brief from a poor farmer, Earl Tennant, that came to him through his grandmother, Alma White. Farmer Earl’s cattle and even his family were all falling ill. He suspected – no, he strongly believed – that it was something that the big company DuPont pumped into the waters of Dry Run Creek nearby.
This book is the exciting account of how Bilott took on Earl Tennant’s case and fought a court action that resulted in a satisfactory settlement for Tennant. But that was only half the story because part of the settlement required a Science Panel to study the effect of the deadly agent, known by various names such as AFPO, PFOA, FC 143, and C8. It is the chemical used to make Teflon. The agreement saw further pay-outs should the Science Panel determine that C8 was the likely cause of any illness.
In the meantime, more cases sprung up from elsewhere, all with the same problems that Earl Tennant and the people of Parkersburg had with C8. A new action was commenced by Bilott on behalf of his new client, Joe Kiger. This time, Bilott, after studying Kiger’s story, commenced a class action. The fight with DuPont was far from over. It had gotten bigger. The book is also a legal thriller and should be read by law students and lawyers. Bilott found how difficult it was to fight a giant corporation like DuPont. His methods and perseverance form the fascinating aspects of the book.
Was Bilott a good lawyer, an altruistic man. Or a glory seeker? The reader can decide. In the meantime, like Erin Brockovich, Bilott’s book has been made into a movie – Dark Waters, starring Mark Ruffalo as Bob Bilott.
Being somewhat aware of PFAS prior to reading the book, I was impressed to see a complicated scientific topic broken down (without dumbing it down). Bilott did a great job of capturing his learning curve as well, making it clear how much time he put into learning the material to represent the cases as eloquently and accurately as possible. But fear not, if science is not your interest the book covers the legal proceedings in wonderful detail.
I highly recommend this book and have purchased several copies for Christmas gifts!
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Bilott is a corporate defence lawyer, but in this case, he became the small man’s plaintiff lawyer. He begins this book with the intriguing brief from a poor farmer, Earl Tennant, that came to him through his grandmother, Alma White. Farmer Earl’s cattle and even his family were all falling ill. He suspected – no, he strongly believed – that it was something that the big company DuPont pumped into the waters of Dry Run Creek nearby.
This book is the exciting account of how Bilott took on Earl Tennant’s case and fought a court action that resulted in a satisfactory settlement for Tennant. But that was only half the story because part of the settlement required a Science Panel to study the effect of the deadly agent, known by various names such as AFPO, PFOA, FC 143, and C8. It is the chemical used to make Teflon. The agreement saw further pay-outs should the Science Panel determine that C8 was the likely cause of any illness.
In the meantime, more cases sprung up from elsewhere, all with the same problems that Earl Tennant and the people of Parkersburg had with C8. A new action was commenced by Bilott on behalf of his new client, Joe Kiger. This time, Bilott, after studying Kiger’s story, commenced a class action. The fight with DuPont was far from over. It had gotten bigger. The book is also a legal thriller and should be read by law students and lawyers. Bilott found how difficult it was to fight a giant corporation like DuPont. His methods and perseverance form the fascinating aspects of the book.
Was Bilott a good lawyer, an altruistic man. Or a glory seeker? The reader can decide. In the meantime, like Erin Brockovich, Bilott’s book has been made into a movie – Dark Waters, starring Mark Ruffalo as Bob Bilott.

Considering that this is true and is such a relevant issue right now, just buy the book. You may have to read it in small chunks as it is quite dense, but it is well worth the money and a fascinating read.

In jumping the fence inside his corporate defence firm to take the plaintiff’s side of a lone farmer, Earl Tennant, against Du Pont, Robert Bilott uncovers an ugly story of corporate harm done to the community of Parkersburg and surrounding populations. The casual and arrogant ease with which this powerful corporation covered up major illness links (probable cause to major life threatening and altering conditions eventually found by a long independent exhaustive scientific study of nearly 70,000 people) which led to deaths from a ruined natural water supply in the area (Earl among those who died) in the pursuit of annual profit, for Teflon and other products, is as stunning as it was breathtaking. A jury finally found for a class action civil case against the company - who put up a fierce public relations & legal defence - the plaintiffs awarded a 670 million dollar settlement against Du Pont.
Rob Bilott established that in working in tandem with weak and complicit authorities (EPA) to hide the facts of a chemical dumping program, Du Pont knowingly carried on its activities for years, abusing the basic trust its economic stranglehold over the small community provided them (they were the town's main employer).
Fine study, a great and necessary read.


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