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other nearby in St. Bernard—grew quickly, and so did their smokestack emissions and wastewater discharges. The growth reached a fever pitch during World War II when the Cincinnati Chemical Works made dyes for military uniforms and smoke grenades and also became the country’s biggest producer of DDT (dichlorodiphenyltrichloroethane), the “miracle chemical” whose potent insecticidal properties had been discovered in 1939 by a Geigy chemist named Paul Hermann Müller. Amid the prosperity, few people paid attention to the appearance of what seemed to be an unusual number of bladder cancer cases among the St. Bernard plant’s dye workers, who were handling the same chemicals that had triggered bladder tumors back in Europe.
    As in Basel, however, there were limits to what the local government was willing to tolerate. Cincinnati municipal officials, and business leaders, too, were embarrassed by the condition of the Ohio and the ruination of the small streams that carried so much toxic sewage into the river. The St. Bernard plant, for example, was responsible for nearly one million gallons of wastewater per day. Exactly what was in that wastewater remained as much of a mystery as it had been in Basel, but company chemists knew that it contained high volumes of sulfuric acid, which along with nitrobenzene had replaced arsenical acid as a major pollutant in almost all types of dye manufacture. 22 Once it reached the Ohio River, the acidic wastewater from the two Cincinnati Chemical Works factories mixed with effluents from dozens of others enterprises that were, in some cases, even more noxious. Collectively, all that waste made the stretch of river near Cincinnati the most polluted section of the entire thousand-mile Ohio. 23 When long-overdue testing confirmed that disease-carrying bacteria were thriving in the foul mixture of untreated sewage and chemical waste, the fouling of one of America’s great rivers became a regional scandal and the subject of four congressional hearings between 1936 and 1945.
    The Swiss owners of the Cincinnati Chemical Works, in which Ciba was the senior partner, had been through all this before in Basel and elsewhere: the talk of cancer among employees, the pollution complaints from neighbors, and the government crackdowns that would inevitably follow. The Swiss could see what was coming, and they reacted in time-honored fashion: They made plans to skip town. By the time the City of Cincinnati finally built three large sewage treatment plants in the 1950s and passed a law requiring manufacturers to either pre-treat their waste or pay huge fees to the city, Ciba had already shifted most of its production elsewhere.
    Instead of moving to another big, boisterous city like Basel or Cincinnati, Ciba found a much more remote location, a sleepy town where hierarchies were respected and authority trusted, a place where the Swiss could do coal tar chemistry on a grand scale without interference from outsiders, where the river was theirs for the taking. The new property was virgin territory, deep in the New Jersey pinelands,virtually untouched but for a single tumbledown farm along the river. That farm was known as Luker Farm, and its former owners claimed to be descended from a legend named Tom Luker and his Indian princess bride, who long ago had shared a wigwam a few miles away, alongside the same river, according to the old story.
    Two hundred and fifty years later, something new was coming to Tom’s river.

CHAPTER SIX

Cells
    The labor was painful, and he took a few frightening extra seconds to draw his first breath, but nothing else about the birth of Michael Thomas Gillick at Point Pleasant Hospital on February 1, 1979, suggested that anything was amiss. A few days later, his parents, Linda and Raymond “Rusty” Gillick, took Michael home to nearby Toms River, where his eight-year-old brother, Kevin, was waiting. Michael immediately became the center of adoration. He was an unusually