https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0BHZK48MY
Epilogue
I didn’t expect my ordeal to end as it had… giving up my life in Tucson and exhausting all my financial resources to finish my late colleague's book, only to hear that I didn't really write it.
This was more than a spurious claim: it was an allegation of wrongdoing, implying that I had—through some impropriety or undue influence—been able to get my name on the cover of a book to whose writing I contributed little or nothing.
Being so accused, I was nevertheless denied basic rights. These were the rights to confront my accusers, to hear the charges against me firsthand (not surreptitiously), and most importantly, the _evidence_ for such charges; the right to present evidence in my defense, in order to clear my name; and the right to cross-examine. I received none of those rights.
When such an authority as my major professor recommended me to teach the course that my labor had returned to the curriculum, and I was not even called for an interview—it became very clear that “the fix” was in...
