Reading about Nazi "medicine" after all these years still provokes a torrent of emotions. I am a vicarious survivor; only the accident of my birth in the United States rather than in one of my parents' shtetls (villages) distinguishes me from Nazi victims and survivors; I am not objective.¹ I have tried to understand how the unimaginable happened.² I have also attempted to seek a measure of justice³ by calling for the expunging of the eponym of one Nazi war criminal (Reiter)³ and the atlas of another (Pernkopf),⁴ to be remembered for historical purposes only in obloquy, taint, and shame.

Murderous Medicine is an important book, a valuable contribution to the literature about Nazi "medicine" (the qualification is deliberate, as the Nazis' "medicine" and "experiments" were neither; they were bestial and torturous, ethically and morally bankrupt). The . . . [Full Text of this Article]