From the Back Cover
It was 10 minutes past midnight, 15 April, 1912. The giant new liner Titanic lay dead in the water. Half an hour her watch officer had spotted a growler in her path, and took evasive action. Titanic had struck a glancing blow on her starboard bow. A blow that should not have been fatal. Titanic's life depended upon one transverse watertight bulkhead, and it had been damaged by a fire in an adjacent coal bunker. Her designer, Thomas Andrews, on board to check her maiden voyage performance, inspected the bulkhead and predicted that it could last but one hour more, if that. On the bridge of a nearby ship, the Captain stared through his night glasses at faint white flashes near the horizon. His wireless operator had caught the White Star Liner's call for help only minutes earlier. The master had given orders to prepare to aid the British ship. But, what help might she need? She had sent no internationally recognized distress signal, by wireless or by rocket. He ordered his wireless operator to contact Titanic again, and ask what help was needed. In moments the wireless operator arrived breathless on the bridge: "He says we are fools!" Aboard the White Star Liner passengers were clambering into boats. There were not enough boats, and this was a moot point because the damaged bulkhead had finally collapsed. Titanic was rapidly sinking by the head. Also within sight of the Titanic lay another ship. whose master studied the white rockets and wondered what they might mean. However, he refused to risk his own passengers' lives to investigate. Titanic now flooded rapidly, her stern rising out of the water, putting tremendous strain on her longitiduinals. Her still bouyant stern tried valiantly to refloat her waterlogged bow....for that is how ships are built....they want to float, not sink.....to live....not to die. The strain became too much, and as the bow sank deeper beneath the water's surface the metal twisted, groaned and split apart. For a few moments, the stern righted itself, with hundreds of deseperate people aboard it, praying for a miracle that would not happen. Suddenly, the stern too upended, and slid beneath the waves. Fifteen hundred people struggled in the water, their screams blending into one long hellish, never to be forgotten moan of death.
Far over the horizon, another British ship, with which Titanic's wireless operator would communicate with, pounded toward the struggling survivors. She was too little, too late. We will now plunge back into 1912 to discover how a massive cover-up at the Titanic inquiries hid the truth about the accident from the public. Conclusions which originated with the natural necessity to protect Titanic's owners from financial loss have been perpetuated without regard for facts by those who know nothing of ships or the sea. The real scandal of Titanic lies not with the original cover-up, but with the perpetuation of it in decades of misguided theorizing when the facts were known in 1912.
About the Author
Ohio native D.E. Bristow is a retired Eastern Airlines flight attendant who currently resides in Florida. Bristow is a member of the British Titanic Society, Titanic International, Steamship Historical Society, the Antique Wireless Association, Pyrotechnics Guild International, The National Maritime Historical Society, and Mensa. Bristow's Titanic book is the result of 15 years of hard research on the subject, as well as an intense study of turn-of-the century pre-war politics, pyrotechnics, navigation, metallurgy, and more.