Primum non nocere
Clinical Professor Emeritus of Psychiatry, NEOUCOM - Northeastern Ohio Universities College of Medicine
Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
Send email to John L. Kuehn, M.D.
The past never changes and thus Dr. Kuehn's legacy will forever be marred and marked with the indelible stain which he alone placed upon his soul. The fact that Dr. Kuehn is in such deep denial and apparently suffers no remorse is troubling. I would be ashamed and would find it impossible to live with the burden of such guilt on my conscience.
The art of selective disremembrance by a man full of deceit.
"There are some people," Smiley declared comfortably, "who, when their past is threatened, get frightened of losing everything they thought that they had, and perhaps everything that they thought they were as well.
- John le Carré, The Secret Pilgrim.
"Never write a letter, never destroy one."
Although I have no specific memory of you I do know that you would not have been one of the patients since you told me you were not a marksman and had not been in the service."
I don't believe you, Dr. Kuehn and I don't believe that reasonable people who read this blog will believe you. It is not reasonable for you not to remember the details about the identity of the patients in the Whitman Syndrome speech and paper; a speech and paper which were together your Magnum Opus. The Whitman Syndrome paper and speech marked the high water mark of your less than distinguished career, notwithstanding your propensity to engage in name dropping. Frankly, I believe that you knew precisely what you were doing at all times and felt that you could get away with it indefinitely.
Nor do I believe that you do not remember me. You contradict yourself in your own letter, when you state that that "you told me you were not a marksman and had not been in the service." Furthermore, as you well know, I left my stereo with you in Baton Rouge. When I did not return to school, your wife took the stereo to Indiana University in Bloomington, Indiana where she was apparently enrolled in graduate school. I remember very clearly, telephoning you during the summer of 1969 and being struck by the change in your personality which could perhaps best be described as a tone of indifference. At the time I thought it was quite strange. Subsequently in the late summer of 1969, I picked up my stereo in Bloomington. Clearly, Dr. Kuehn, you remember me.
Of course I had not been in the service; you disguised my identity to some extent by stating that I was 21 and had served 3 years in the Marine Corps.
Unlike you Dr. Kuehn, I have an excellent memory. Let those who read this blog judge the veracity of your letter.
For the information of my readers, I was invited by The American Journal of Psychiatry to submit a manuscript concerning this most unfortunate incident for publication. I elected instead to publish the story via this blog.