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Anderson and his wife Lillian own a luxury home in the Hamptons
Last updated on: June 7, 2010
Since he was declared absconder in 2002, Anderson was not part of the case in which 8 were convicted
Journalist Shakti Bhatt located former Union Carbide Chairman Warren Anderson’s luxury home in New York, declared unknown by the American and Indian governments, in India Abroad, the newspaper owned by Rediff.com, back in September 2002.
As a Bhopal court convicted eight people on Monday, June 7, for the worst-ever industrial disaster, we reproduce the global scoop:
Warren Anderson’s home in Bridgehampton, New York, militates against the notion of a hiding place.
Located on a street that runs off the main road, the gates of the house are open. As you enter, the neatly trimmed garden flowers, alternatively red and white, vie for attention with the sparkling vintage Buick Roadmaster parked outside the door.
If you stroll around the house, you come upon a large freshly cut lawn with two full-size beach chairs. The curtains in the bedroom are drawn. A king size bed with cream sheets and satin blue pillows, flanked by an ornate headboard, has just been tidied.
Anderson and his wife Lillian live in this luxury home in the Hamptons, the weekend resort for the rich and famous. And, occasionally, the infamous.
Anderson has lived here since he was charged with ‘culpable homicide’ for the disaster at the Union Carbide factory in Bhopal in December 1984 that consumed the lives of over 20,000 people. If Anderson — then Union Carbide CEO — is ever extradited to India, he could face charges leading to 10 to 20 years in a dirty, overcrowded, rat-infested Indian prison.
Bridgehampton is an intensely private neighbourhood. An outsider driving around its roads is distinctly discernible and stared at. A five-minute walk from Anderson’s home on Ocean Road takes you to the water. A man is perched in his red sports jeep, reading a golf magazine.
“Do you know Warren Anderson?” I ask him.
He looks up, a trifle annoyed at being disturbed. “Yeah. I mean we are not best friends but I know who he is,” he says.
I begin to walk away. He stops me and says, “You know, yesterday there was this woman outside his home with a poster saying ‘Go back to India’.”
“Do you know why?” I ask.
“Nope. That is his business,’ says the gray-haired man, and goes back to his magazine. Source