<p><b>A grieving father’s search for answers and the century-long con that sold corporate freedom as our own. </b></p><p><br></p><p>When my son died, I started asking questions. The answers led me to places I never expected: a dinner party in Vienna, a railroad case nobody remembers, our constitutional rights hijacked as an excuse to look away while children die.</p><p>Superhuman is my search for what happened. Not just to my son, but to all of us.</p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p><p><br></p>
