The New
York Times
Portrait
Emerges of Anthrax Suspect’s Troubled Life
By SCOTT SHANE
Published: January 3, 2009
FREDERICK, Md. — Inside the Army
laboratory at Fort Detrick, the government’s brain for biological defense,
Bruce Edwards Ivins paused to memorialize his moment in the spotlight as
the anthrax panic of 2001 reached its peak.
Dr. Ivins titled his e-mail message
“In the lab” and attached photographs: the gaunt microbiologist bending
over Petri dishes of anthrax, and colonies of the deadly bacteria, white
commas against blood-red nutrient.
Outside, on that morning of Nov.
14, 2001, five people were dead or dying, a dozen more were sick and fearful
thousands were flooding emergency rooms. The postal system was crippled;
senators and Supreme Court justices had fled contaminated offices. And
the Federal Bureau of Investigation was struggling with a microbe for a
murder weapon and a crime scene that stretched from New York to Florida.
But Dr. Ivins was chipper — the
anonymous scientist finally at the center of great events. “Hi, all,” he
began the e-mail message. “We were taking some photos today of blood agar
cultures of the now infamous ‘Ames’ strain of Bacillus anthracis. Here
are a few.” He sent the message to those who ordinarily received his corny
jokes and dour news commentaries: his wife and two teenage children, former
colleagues and high school classmates. He even included an F.B.I. agent
working on the case.
Dr. Ivins, who had helped develop
an anthrax vaccine to protect American troops, had spent his career waiting
for a biological attack. Suddenly, at 55, he was advising the F.B.I. and
regaling friends with scary descriptions of the deadly powder, his expertise
in demand.
One recipient of his e-mail message,
however, a graduate-school colleague, looked at the photograph of Dr. Ivins
and leapt to a shocking conclusion.
“I read that e-mail, and I thought,
He did it,” the fellow scientist, Nancy Haigwood, said in a recent interview.
Nearly seven years and many millions
of dollars later, after an investigation that included both path-breaking
science and costly bungling, the F.B.I. concluded that Dr. Haigwood had
been right: the anthrax killer had been at the investigators’ side all
along. Prosecutors said they believed they had the evidence to prove that
Dr. Ivins alone carried out the attacks, but their assertions immediately
met with skepticism among some scientists, lawmakers and co-workers of
Dr. Ivins.
With the F.B.I. preparing to close
the case, The New York Times has taken the deepest look so far at the investigation,
speaking to dozens of Dr. Ivins’s colleagues and friends, reading hundreds
of his e-mail messages, interviewing former bureau investigators and anthrax
experts, reviewing court records, and obtaining, for the first time, police
reports on his suicide in July, including a lengthy recorded interview
with his wife.
That examination found that unless
new evidence were to surface, the enormous public investment in the case
would appear to have yielded nothing more persuasive than a strong hunch,
based on a pattern of damning circumstances, that Dr. Ivins was the perpetrator.
Focused for years on the wrong
man, the bureau missed ample clues that Dr. Ivins deserved a closer look.
Only after a change of leadership nearly five years after the attacks did
the bureau more fully look into Dr. Ivins’s activities. That delay, and
his death, may have put a more definitive outcome out of reach.
Brad Garrett, a respected F.B.I.
veteran who helped early in the case before his retirement, said logic
and evidence point to Dr. Ivins as the most likely perpetrator.
“Does that absolutely prove he
did it? No,” Mr. Garrett said. With no confession and no trial, he said,
“you’re going to be left not getting over the top of the mountain.”
The Times review found that the
F.B.I. had disproved the assertion, widespread among scientists who believe
Dr. Ivins was innocent, that the anthrax might have come from military
and intelligence research programs in Utah or Ohio. By 2004, secret scientific
testing established that the mailed anthrax had been grown somewhere near
Fort Detrick. And anthrax specialists who have not spoken out previously
said that, contrary to some skeptics’ claims, Dr. Ivins had the equipment
and expertise to make the powder in his laboratory.
F.B.I. agents, moreover, have
shown that Dr. Ivins, a church musician and amateur juggler whom colleagues
cherished, hid from them a shadow side of mental illness, alcoholism, secret
obsessions and hints of violence.
Still, doubts persist. The case
will be reviewed this year by the National Academy of Sciences and by Congress.
If the F.B.I. is wrong, then a troubled man was hounded to death and the
anthrax perpetrator is still at large, as many of Dr. Ivins’s colleagues
at Fort Detrick believe. When institute scientists began their own review
of the evidence, nervous Army officials ordered the inquiry dropped.
In November, four of Dr. Ivins’s
closest co-workers wrote a glowing obituary of their “valued collaborator”
for Microbe, the leading microbiology journal. It did not mention the anthrax
accusations and was a singular protest by the four scientists against the
F.B.I.’s conclusion.
“His colleagues and friends will
remember him not only for his dedication to his work,” the obituary said,
“but also for his humor, curiosity and great generosity.”
Fearing an Attack
The Sunday night after the Sept.
11 attacks, Dr. D. A. Henderson, who led the global campaign to eradicate
smallpox and had long been a lonely Cassandra warning of the bioterrorism
threat, was summoned to an emergency meeting with the secretary of health
and human services, Tommy Thompson.
Fearing a germ attack, officials
had grounded crop dusters. Apocalyptic warnings were all over the news
media: one study said 100 kilograms of anthrax released over Washington
could kill 1 million to 3 million people.
Now, Dr. Henderson was told, intelligence
reports indicated that there might be a second attack by Al Qaeda, most
likely biological. Dr. Henderson gave Mr. Thompson and his aides a disturbing
tutorial on anthrax and smallpox. As the meeting ended, an aide thanked
him.
“I just hope we’re not too late,”
Dr. Henderson replied.
Days later came word of the anthrax
letters. First, the death of a tabloid photo editor in Florida, Robert
Stevens. Then the poison letters mailed to NBC News and The New York Post
with notes declaring “Death to America! Death to Israel!”
And finally the letters to Senators
Tom Daschle, Democrat of South Dakota, and Patrick J. Leahy, Democrat of
Vermont, spewing deadly spores through the postal system and across official
Washington.
Whoever had ignited panic with
a tablespoon of anthrax powder, officials assumed, would not stop there.
Dr. Henderson wondered if the powder came from the tons of anthrax weaponized
by the Soviet Union. Some assumed Al Qaeda was behind the letters; others
suspected Iraq.
“My fear was that this first mailing
was the tip of the iceberg,” said Bill Raub, a senior official at the Health
and
Human Services Department. “We feared we would be at their mercy.”
Then — nothing. Within days, investigators
were piecing together clues pointing to a domestic source.
First, there were the notes. One
warned, “We have this anthrax,” and advised the recipients to take penicillin.
Al Qaeda, F.B.I. agents reasoned, would hardly reduce the death toll with
an alert that might have saved lives.
Then there was the strain of anthrax.
Dr. Paul S. Keim, an anthrax geneticist at Northern Arizona University,
identified the spores as Ames, a lethal strain most common in United States
research. “It was chilling,” Dr. Keim recalled, but also puzzling. “How
in the world did Stevens get a lab strain?”
An alternative theory of a possible
perpetrator took shape: the bioevangelist. An American obsessed by the
bioterrorism threat — maybe a biodefense insider who might gain in pay
or prestige from an attack — had decided to alert the nation.
That meant the potential suspects
included the very Army scientists now working so closely with the F.B.I.
And at the core of that group was Bruce Ivins.
In 21 years at the Army Medical
Research Institute of Infectious Diseases, Dr. Ivins supplied Hershey’s
Kisses to office visitors and always showed concern when a colleague was
ill. He toasted departing colleagues with humorous poems. He livened up
parties with his juggling act and led songs from a portable keyboard at
his Catholic church.
Colleagues knew Dr. Ivins, whose
e-mail Christmas card one year spelled out “Happy Holidays” in anthrax
spores, was an oddball, wearing outmoded bellbottoms and lunching on concoctions
of tuna, peas and yogurt. But in a place where red tape and petty rivalry
often darkened spirits, he was a bright spot.
“He actually thought of other
people,” said Melanie Ulrich, who worked with him on an anthrax project
and invited him to the house she shared with her husband, Ricky Ulrich,
also an Army scientist. “He was fun.”
Arthur O. Anderson, the top ethicist
at the institute, bonded with Dr. Ivins in the 1980s over their shared
experience of adopting children. After that, every corridor encounter led
to a long, probing talk on adoption or the ethical conundrums of biodefense.
Dr. Anderson said Dr. Ivins had
relished provocative conversation. “If you didn’t bite at one of his emotionally
laden questions, he’d find another way to shock you,” he said.
They often discussed what they
considered groundless criticism of the anthrax vaccine Dr. Ivins had helped
produce, which some soldiers blamed for their illnesses. “Bruce was thin-skinned,”
Dr. Anderson said.
In the emotional days after Sept.
11, friends were not surprised when Dr. Ivins signed up as a Red Cross
volunteer. On Sept. 22, 2001 — a date, it would turn out, between the two
anthrax mailings — he attended a Red Cross class, Introduction to Disaster
Services. He liked the atmosphere, he told friends, and three months later,
as the crushing workload created by the anthrax letters began to ease,
he applied for more training.
Noting that he worked at the Army
institute, he wrote in his December 2001 application, “Perhaps I could
help in case of a disaster related to biological agents.”
Odd and Pressing
There was more to Bruce Ivins
than his Army colleagues imagined, and Nancy Haigwood knew it.
She met him in 1976 in the biology
department at the University of North Carolina, where he was a post-doctoral
fellow and she was a graduate student. She found him odd and tried gently
to disengage, but he kept in touch, pressing her with questions about her
sorority, Kappa Kappa Gamma.
Dr. Ivins’s boss at U.N.C., Dr.
Priscilla B. Wyrick, received similar queries about her sorority, Chi Omega.
“He’d say, ‘What’s your secret password? What’s your secret handshake?’
” she recalled. “I thought he was intellectually interested in secret things.”
Dr. Wyrick said she thought of
him then as “a goody-two-shoes, aggressive about his science but very sensitive
about how he was portrayed by other people.” She kept up a correspondence
with him, and after the letter attack, arranged for him to give a talk
at her current university, East Tennessee State.
Dr. Haigwood’s experience with
Dr. Ivins was not so benign. Outside her home in Maryland in 1982, a vandal
spray-painted her sorority’s Greek initials, “KKG,” on her fence, sidewalk
and fiancé’s car window. A year later a letter she had not written
appeared under her name in The Frederick News-Post, defending Kappa Kappa
Gamma and the hazing of recruits. She was certain Dr. Ivins was responsible.
She said she had found Dr. Ivins’s
attentions creepy. She never told him her Maryland address, but he found
it anyway. Later, in e-mail messages, he mentioned details about her sons
that she had not shared with him.
“He damaged my property, he impersonated
me and he stalked me,” said Dr. Haigwood, now director of the Oregon National
Primate Research Center.
In November 2001, when she got
the e-mailed photograph of Dr. Ivins working with anthrax in the laboratory,
she noticed that he was not wearing gloves — a safety breach she thought
showed an unnerving “hubris.” That fed her hunch that he had sent the deadly
letters.
Knowing her suspicion was an extraordinary
leap, she kept it to herself. But three months later, the American Society
for Microbiology sent an appeal from the F.B.I. to its 40,000 members.
“It is very likely that one or
more of you know this individual,” the message said. F.B.I. profilers thought
the killer might have made the anthrax during “off-hours in a laboratory.”
Dr. Haigwood called the bureau,
and two agents visited her. After that, they called periodically but gave
no hint that they had tried to confirm the vandalism and stalking.
Soon after Dr. Haigwood’s call,
there was another reason for investigators to scrutinize Dr. Ivins. The
Army found that in December 2001 he had secretly swabbed for anthrax spores
outside his secure laboratory space.
Suspecting a technician’s desk
was contaminated, he later told an Army investigator, he had tested and
found a bacillus, the class of bacteria that includes anthrax. He scrubbed
the desk with bleach but did not report the spill, though he mentioned
it several weeks later to Dr. Anderson, his ethicist friend.
“I had no desire to cry ‘Wolf!’
” Dr. Ivins wrote to Army investigators in April 2002. “I would have been
agitating many people for no real reason.” Yet Dr. Ivins wrote that he
could not recall whether he had retested the desk for anthrax after his
cleanup, as regulations required.
His conduct was a flagrant violation
of biosafety standards. Anthrax spores outside containment areas could
endanger anyone who was not vaccinated. When the spill was properly investigated,
three strains of anthrax were found outside the laboratory, including the
Ames strain on Dr. Ivins’s desk.
By then, too, the bureau had detailed
records showing when scientists entered and left the secure laboratories.
The documents showed that Dr. Ivins had worked unusually late hours in
his laboratory for several nights before each of the anthrax mailings,
a pattern that stood out even at an institute where night hours were common.
Yet neither the spill nor the
night hours sparked the suspicions of the anthrax investigators. They were
intently focused on another suspect.
Focus on Hatfill
Dr. Ivins’s modest bungalow was
across the street from Fort Detrick, and he often walked to work. If he
did so on June 25, 2002, a sunny Tuesday, he would have noticed the hubbub
as he passed by the Detrick Plaza apartments.
F.B.I. agents and postal inspectors
trudged in and out of one unit, toting away items for inspection. A horde
of reporters milled around nearby; television helicopters circled overhead.
It was one of the most heavily publicized searches in the history of criminal
investigations.
Dr. Steven J. Hatfill, who had
given permission for the search, never imagined this media circus. It was
just the beginning of an intrusion into his life by the F.B.I. and the
news media that would show just how tantalizing a case could be built against
a man the government would, six years later, officially clear.
For months, agents had been growing
more focused on Dr. Hatfill, a physician and virologist who had worked
from 1997 to 1999 at the Fort Detrick institute.
He had earned a medical degree
but had forged his Ph.D. diploma, written an unpublished novel about a
covert bioattack on Washington and bragged on his résumé
of a “working knowledge” of biowarfare pathogens. In his apartment, agents
found a harmless bacteria commonly used as an anthrax simulant and a notebook
on anthrax dissemination.
Then there was the timing. One
month before the anthrax attacks, the government suspended Dr. Hatfill’s
security clearance after questionable results on a polygraph test, and
he told friends he expected to be fired from his job as a bioterrorism
consultant. Two days before each of the two anthrax mailings, Dr. Hatfill
filled a prescription for Cipro, an antibiotic that protected against anthrax.
Could it all be a coincidence?
F.B.I. officials did not think so.
Desperate to find something more
definitive against Dr. Hatfill, lead investigators — who had to brief the
F.B.I. director, Robert S. Mueller III, on their progress every week —
ordered round-the-clock surveillance. Meticulous study of tiny brown fibers
found stuck to the envelopes led nowhere. Handwriting comparisons proved
useless because the perpetrator had printed in block letters. DNA found
on the outside of the Leahy anthrax envelope turned out to be inadvertent
contamination by a laboratory worker.
Ignoring the grave doubts of some
F.B.I. scientists, agents used bloodhounds to try to link the letters by
scent to Dr. Hatfill. They sent divers into a pond outside Frederick, and
when that did not turn up anything, they drained two ponds hunting for
discarded anthrax-making equipment.
Agents were excited when they
dredged from the mud a plastic box that they thought might have been a
homemade biological “glove box,” built to work safely on dangerous germs.
The excitement lasted only until a Fort Detrick scientist with a rural
Southern upbringing took one look and recognized what the $20,000-a-day
pond-draining had turned up: a turtle trap.
Soon after the pond debacle, Dr.
Hatfill began fighting back, filing lawsuits and dragging F.B.I. officials
to all-day depositions. But investigators did not want to give up on him
as a suspect — in part because overwhelming scientific evidence was tying
the mailed anthrax to Fort Detrick.
By early 2004, F.B.I. scientists
had discovered that out of 60 domestic and foreign water samples, only
water from Frederick, Md., had the same chemical signature as the water
used to grow the mailed anthrax.
By late 2005, genetic analysis
by top outside experts had matched the spores to a flask of anthrax at
the Army institute. Dr. Ivins had custody of the flask, but some agents
were still convinced Dr. Hatfill was the culprit.
The science alone could not close
the case. “We could get to a lab, to a refrigerator, to a flask,” said
Dwight E. Adams, the F.B.I. laboratory director until 2006. “But that didn’t
put the letters in anyone’s hand.”
Sudden Interest
Early in 2006, with the investigation
largely stalled, Nancy Haigwood heard from two different F.B.I. agents.
Four years after she had reported her suspicions of Dr. Ivins, the bureau
suddenly seemed interested.
“They said, ‘We need your help,’
” Dr. Haigwood recalled. She was frustrated by the delay, but when the
agents asked her to strike up a new correspondence with Dr. Ivins, she
reluctantly complied. “I was afraid of this man,” she said. “I was convinced
he had done it, and I was afraid he’d send me an anthrax letter.”
Some agents believed that their
bosses were stuck on Dr. Hatfill, and an internal F.B.I. investigation
confirmed their complaint. In mid-2006, Mr. Mueller, the F.B.I. director,
quietly moved Richard Lambert Jr., who had led the anthrax investigation
since 2002, to a new job running the bureau’s office in Knoxville, Tenn.
His replacement, Edward Montooth, a veteran of security and intelligence
cases who had worked overseas in places from the Balkans to Indonesia,
ordered a fresh look at the evidence.
For four years, Dr. Ivins, like
others at Fort Detrick, had simultaneously been a trusted F.B.I. technical
consultant and a possible suspect. Now the balance was tipping.
As the bureau’s undercover informant,
Dr. Haigwood struck up a breezy e-mail correspondence about scientific
grants, pets and travel. Dr. Ivins complained about psychological screening
and other “rather obnoxious and invasive measures” imposed at Fort Detrick
since the anthrax attacks.
“I got so tired of the endless
questions that I finally got a lawyer, after almost three dozen interviews,”
he wrote in late 2006, referring to interviews by the F.B.I. agents. One
session, he said, was “virtually an interrogation.”
In another message, Dr. Ivins
complained about feeling “thoroughly beaten down” but said his volunteer
work with the Red Cross had provided welcome relief. “The Red Cross is
my fraternity/sorority,” he said.
For Dr. Haigwood, the reference
carried disturbing overtones, reflecting the old obsession with sororities,
and with certain women, that Dr. Ivins had hidden from family and colleagues.
Dr. Ivins still carried resentment
from four decades earlier at Lebanon High School in Ohio, where he had
been a nerdy, awkward teenager devoted to photography and, even then, to
the study of bacteria.
In recent years, said Rick Sams,
a pharmacologist who had been among Bruce Ivins’s few school friends, Dr.
Ivins “shared with me feelings about how he’d been treated in high school.
He was bitter about being excluded.”
When Dr. Sams urged him to attend
their 40th class reunion, Dr. Ivins refused. “He said, ‘Why should I go?
Look how they treated me,’ ” Dr. Sams said.
The agents learned, in part from
Dr. Ivins himself, that he had in his post-college years made uninvited
visits to Kappa Kappa Gamma sorority houses at U.N.C., the University of
Maryland and West Virginia University, once making off with a sorority’s
ritual book and cipher device.
That was more than 20 years ago.
But more recently, agents discovered, Dr. Ivins had left a long trail of
online postings about Kappa Kappa Gamma. There were inquiries about arcane
details of sorority rituals and a bitter editing battle over the KKG entry
on Wikipedia.
Dr. Ivins hid behind the online
handles he used for his proliferating e-mail addresses — KingBadger, Jimmyflathead,
goldenphoenix. Once, on GreekChat.com, he described what he said was a
family history of mental illness, calling his mother “an undiagnosed paranoid
schizophrenic.”
The agents learned that Dr. Ivins
had long maintained a post office box to receive mail without his family’s
knowledge and took long walks or drives on sleepless nights. Once, he admitted,
he drove all night to Ithaca, N.Y., and back to leave gifts for a young
woman who had left her job in his laboratory to attend Cornell University.
The agents also found e-mail messages
in which Dr. Ivins confessed to alarming psychiatric problems. During paranoid
episodes, he wrote, he felt like “a passenger on a ride.” Even as he worked
at his desk, he wrote, “I’m also a few feet away watching me do it.”
Of his group therapy program,
he wrote on Sept. 26, 2001, between the two anthrax mailings, “I’m really
the only scary one in the group.”
On the face of it, Dr. Ivins’s
strange secret life seemed less relevant to the case than Dr. Hatfill’s
boasts about his bioweapons expertise. But anthrax was the core of Dr.
Ivins’s working life.
“He was in charge of producing
large quantities of wet spores for research,” said John W. Ezzell, a Fort
Detrick colleague whose anthrax expertise rivaled that of Dr. Ivins. “So
if anybody could have produced a lot of spores without arousing suspicion,
it was him.”
Though a public debate had raged
for years over whether the mailed anthrax had been “weaponized” with sophisticated
chemical additives, the F.B.I. had concluded early on that it was not.
Dr. Ezzell agreed, as did Jeff Mohr, an expert on anthrax and other pathogens
at the Army’s Dugway Proving Ground in Utah.
Without giving an opinion of Dr.
Ivins’s guilt or innocence, both Dr. Ezzell and Dr. Mohr said they believed
that any experienced microbiologist could have grown and dried the anthrax
using equipment Dr. Ivins had in his laboratory. The trickiest step, they
said, was producing anthrax with the letters’ high concentration of spores
per gram, a skill Dr. Ivins had mastered.
Evidence Problems
But even if Dr. Ivins could have
made the anthrax, did he? “It’s been difficult for a lot of us to accept
this,” Dr. Ezzell said. “He was a loyal friend. He was a diligent worker.”
The agents were building what
they thought was a prosecutable case against Dr. Ivins, but gaping holes
remained. No evidence placed him in Princeton, N.J., where the letters
were mailed. No receipt showed that he had bought the same type of envelopes.
No security camera had caught him photocopying the notes.
Nor, in his e-mail messages and
conversations with confidants, could agents find any hint of a confession.
One colleague who knew Dr. Ivins well told them, “If Bruce had done this,
he never would have been able to keep quiet about it.”
Yet the agents knew he led a compartmentalized
life. He went on vacation with his brother, Charles, each year, but Charles
had no idea Bruce had a drinking problem for which he had been in residential
treatment and Alcoholics Anonymous. Dr. Ivins spent hours in online exchanges
about sororities, but his family knew nothing about it.
Some F.B.I. agents were haunted
by the Hatfill precedent. Dr. Hatfill, too, was eccentric. He, too, had
begun drinking heavily as he came under scrutiny. He, too, had grown depressed
and erratic under the F.B.I.’s relentless gaze.
What if Dr. Hatfill had committed
suicide in 2002, as friends feared he might? Would the investigators have
released their evidence and announced that the perpetrator was dead?
In May 2007, Dr. Ivins — assured
by prosecutors that he was not a target of the investigation — testified
under oath to a grand jury on two consecutive days. He answered all the
questions about anthrax. Only once did he plead his Fifth Amendment right
against self-incrimination, when he was asked about his secret interest
in sororities.
A Life Coming Apart
Starting with the search of his
house on Nov. 1, 2007, Bruce Ivins’s life began to come irrevocably apart.
While some agents carted files, computers and guns from the house, others
questioned his wife and children, intimating that they knew he was the
killer. Fort Detrick officials banned him from working with anthrax. His
career was over.
Last March, after drinking the
fruit juice and vodka mix that he had come to rely on and adding a big
dose of Valium, he passed out and was discovered by his wife, Diane. Despite
his denials, she was convinced it was a suicide attempt.
“You know, he’s been incredibly,
incredibly stressed, because of the way he’s been hounded by the F.B.I.,”
Mrs. Ivins would later tell Frederick police officers in a recorded interview.
“They’ve always treated him as if he was guilty, and I just felt that he
couldn’t take it anymore.”
Dr. Ivins spent much of the spring
in residential alcohol treatment outside Washington and in western Maryland.
But when he returned, the F.B.I. agents were still there, watching his
house and trailing him around Frederick.
On July 10, Dr. Ivins reached
a breaking point. With a strange smile, he told his therapy group that
he expected to be charged with five murders and rambled on about killing
himself and taking others with him, using his .22-caliber rifle, Glock
handgun and bulletproof vest.
Tipped off by the therapist, Frederick
police officers removed Dr. Ivins from the Army laboratory that day. He
voluntarily checked himself in at the Sheppard Pratt psychiatric hospital
in Baltimore.
After a two-week stay, Dr. Ivins
was brought home by his wife. She had left a heartfelt note in his bedroom,
saying she hoped that he could turn his life around and that they could
enjoy life together.
“He didn’t understand that so
many people in the treatment program with him had lost their families because
of their alcoholism,” Mrs. Ivins later told the police. “So I wanted to
write down how I felt because I loved him — you know, I wanted him to come
back and get healthy again so we could continue. He was retiring in September,
and we were going to travel and enjoy our adult children finally.”
Her note was blunt. “I’m hurt,
concerned, confused and angry about your actions the last few weeks,” she
wrote. “You tell me you love me but you have been rude and sarcastic and
nasty many times when you talk to me. You tell me you aren’t going to get
any more guns, then you fill out an online application for a gun license.”
Mrs. Ivins wrote to her husband
that he was paying his lawyers a lot of money but ignoring their advice
by contacting two former female laboratory assistants he was preoccupied
with. He was keeping odd hours, walking the neighborhood late at night
and drinking so much caffeine that he was “jumpy and agitated,” she wrote.
But Mrs. Ivins’s note also expressed
support. “I had written on the bottom of the paper that I knew he had not
been involved in the anthrax letters in any way and I never doubted his
innocence,” said the woman who thought she knew him best.
Even as Mrs. Ivins picked up her
husband at the Baltimore hospital last July 24, his group therapist, Jean
C. Duley, was in a Frederick courtroom, testifying about threats he had
left on her answering machine. A judge signed an order at 10:37 a.m. directing
Dr. Ivins to stay away from her.
The order would not be necessary.
At 12:31 p.m., according to records checked by the Frederick police, Dr.
Ivins stopped in at the Giant Eagle grocery store near his house and bought
Tylenol PM, acetaminophen and an antihistamine. He bought a few groceries
and filled three prescriptions for his psychiatric illness, possibly a
sign that he was thinking about the future.
Then, at 1:21 p.m., evidently
concerned that he did not have enough medication for the purpose he was
contemplating, he bought a second container of Tylenol PM.
Over the next two days, Mrs. Ivins
worked her lunchtime shift at a nearby cafe, went for a swim at Fort Detrick
and ran her regular Friday bingo game. In and out of the house, she saw
that her husband was sleeping but had risen at least a few times, bringing
in the mail and eating breakfast.
She did not worry much; depressed,
banned from his laboratory, he had been spending many days in bed. And
on the back of her note, he had scribbled that he had a terrible headache
and was going to rest.
“Please let me sleep,” he wrote.
“Please.”
When she found him on the bathroom
floor in the middle of a Saturday night, her voice on the 911 tape was
calm and methodical: “He’s unconscious. He’s breathing rapidly. He’s clammy.”
She had been through this before.
The dispatcher offered to stay on the line until the ambulance arrived.
“I’m O.K.,” Mrs. Ivins said.
One Last Message
Bruce Ivins, the connoisseur of
secrets, took with him any knowledge he had of the anthrax attacks. But
he left one more surprise for his family: a clause in his will intended
to enforce his wish to be cremated and have his ashes scattered. If his
demands were not met, $50,000 from his estate would go not to the family
but to Planned Parenthood of Maryland, whose abortion services Mrs. Ivins
abhorred.
It was one last, devious step
for a man whose oddities, for many people, made the F.B.I.’s anthrax accusation
more plausible.
But like so much about Dr. Ivins,
it cut the other way, too. The F.B.I. theorized that Dr. Ivins had sent
anthrax letters to Senators Leahy and Daschle because they were pro-choice
Catholics, offending his anti-abortion views. Would an anti-abortion absolutist
have flirted with a donation to a cause he despised?
On Oct. 6, a lawyer for the Ivins
family filed with the Orphans’ Court of Frederick County certification
that Planned Parenthood would not receive the money. His ashes, the document
said, “were scattered or spread on the ground, as he directed.”
A version of this article appeared
in print on January 4, 2009, on page A1 of the New York edition.
Postscript:
February 28, 2009
A front-page
article on Jan. 4 about Bruce E. Ivins, the late Army scientist who the
Federal Bureau of Investigation says was responsible for the anthrax letter
attacks of 2001, reported that F.B.I. scientists had concluded in 2004
that out of 60 domestic and foreign water samples, only water from near
Fort Detrick, Md., where Dr. Ivins worked, had the same chemical signature
as the water that had been used to grow the mailed anthrax. That information,
provided by a former senior law enforcement official who did not want to
be named in the article, suggested that the anthrax could not have come
from military and intelligence research programs in Utah and Ohio, as some
defenders of Dr. Ivins’s innocence had speculated. The F.B.I. declined
to answer questions for that article, which said that the evidence against
Dr. Ivins was circumstantial and that many of his colleagues believed the
F.B.I.’s conclusion was wrong.
On Tuesday
at an American Society for Microbiology conference in Baltimore, an F.B.I.
scientist, Jason D. Bannan, said the water research ultimately was inconclusive
about where the anthrax was grown. An F.B.I. spokeswoman, Ann Todd, said
on Wednesday that the bureau “stands by the statements” of Dr. Bannan.
The case will be reviewed this year by the National Academy of Sciences.
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