Saturday, February 22, 2014

Dr. Debora Green… the face of evil

Maybe fourteen years ago or so, I read a book by Ann Rule called Bitter Harvest.  The book was about Dr. Debora Green, a woman who, as a young woman, seemed to have everything going for her.  She was extremely intelligent and had sailed through high school, college, and medical school.  She was pretty and talented and had a thriving career.  She had started out as an emergency room doctor, but then decided she'd rather be an oncologist.  She married her second husband, Dr. Michael Farrar, a cardiologist in the Kansas City area, and bore him three healthy children, a boy and two girls.

As the years passed, Debora Green's career hit the skids.  She drank too much, was subject to rages, and gained a lot of weight.  She failed her medical boards and eventually lost her license to practice medicine.  And finally, she determined she wanted her husband dead.  As she poisoned the children against their father by filling their heads with lies, she served him food that she had prepared.  The food contained castor beans, which is where ricin comes from.  Ricin is a deadly poison and the contaminated food made Dr. Farrar very sick.

But Dr. Farrar didn't die.  He just went through hell.  Finally, Debora Green decided to off him and her children, once and for all.  In October 1995, she set fire to the $400,000 home they had recently purchased, despite the fact Farrar and Green were separated.  She told her thirteen year old son, Tim, not to try to escape the blaze because the fire department was on the way.  Her six year old daughter, Kelly, asphyxiated, along with their dog, Boomer.  And ten year old Kate jumped off the roof to save herself, with no help from her mother.

Dr. Debora Green was eventually tried and convicted for murder and attempted murder.  She sits in prison in Kansas and will soon be celebrating her 63rd birthday.  I thought about this case recently and looked up Debora Green to see if anything new had happened.  I came across this photo.

This woman's eyes look like pure evil to me.

I'm sure prison life is hard and that has something to do with the way this woman looks.  But to me, she looks like a brute.  It's hard to believe she was once considered beautiful and brilliant.  I would not want to meet her in a dark alley, let alone go to her for treatment of cancer.

The first time I read that book, I had never run into someone like Debora Green.  Now that I've learned about narcissists and sociopaths, this story is easier to believe.

I liked Ann Rule's book on this subject.

  • Is the mother of the year award in the cards for Dr. Debora Green?

    Review by knotheadusc
     in Books, Music, Hotels & Travel 
      September, 29 2003
  • Pros: Fascinating tale about a woman whose brain should be pickled in a jar after death.
    Cons: I found the book a little hard to get into at first.
    Not likely. As a matter of fact, she's rotting in prison as I write this. Why? Because she murdered two of her three children by burning down her house and tried to poison her husband by spiking his food with ricin. How did all of this come about? The whole sordid tale is spun for us in Rule's 1997 true crime book, Bitter Harvest, a truly amazing story of a brilliant woman whose personality seemed to change dangerously by the minute.

    Debora Jones (aka Deb) started life simply enough. Born to Bob and Joan (pronounced Joanne) Jones, she and sister Pam grew up in rural western Illinois. Both girls were exceptionally bright. Deb never earned less than an "A" in school-- her IQ was tested at 165. She was athletic, witty, musically talented, pretty, and popular, and she had a special gift for chemistry. After high school, Deb went to the University of Illinois to study chemical engineering; however, she was told that there was a glut of engineers. She ended up majoring in chemistry: pre med by default. It was in college that she earned her first "B", a devastating blow to her ego. Nevertheless, she was able to graduate in three years and go on to medical school at the University of Kansas. During that time, she was married to Duane J. Green, an engineering PhD student at the University of Illinois.

    After medical school, Deb became an emergency room physician. She divorced Green and met Michael Farrar, a medical student four years her junior. Farrar fell in love with the attractive, vivacious senior resident who drove a sportscar. They married in May 1979, but Deb kept Green's name for "professional reasons". In the early years of her marriage to Farrar, Deb supported Mike with her ER physician's income as he completed his training as a cardiologist. However, she soon grew tired of the mundane cases she saw in the emergency room and decided to change her specialty to oncology (cancer).

    Mike recalled that he knew he was making a mistake as he walked down the aisle on his wedding day. His parents didn't like Deb and her parents didn't like him. Nevertheless, he went through with the wedding. On the first night of their honeymoon, he had a hard time getting Deb to consummate their marriage; she preferred to read a novel instead. When they did have sex, it was uninspired. The couple managed to have three children anyway, a boy, Tim in January 1982, a girl, Kate (called Lissa in this book) in December 1984, and another girl, Kelly in December 1988.

    Mike enjoyed great success in his career as a cardiologist and was regarded as a rising star in the medical community of the Kansas City area. Deb, however, experienced problems. While she was technically quite proficient, her patients found her cold and uncaring. Her colleagues found her hard to work with, especially when they disagreed with her. Deb rarely kept up with new advances in her field and was unable to pass her boards, while Mike managed to pass with flying colors. While their marriage had never been good, it soon became worse. At one point, Mike caught her stealing painkillers from her patients. Deb eventually ended up leaving medicine altogether.

    More disturbing were Deb's temper tantrums, which she would sometimes indulge in public. Mike would usually see her go off in airports when flights were delayed. She'd cuss out ticket agents, using the "F" word and various other epithets liberally in front of her children and throwing her professional title and Mike's around in order to get her way.

    Despite the horror of their marriage, Deb would not grant Mike a divorce, so Mike moved out of their upscale Kansas City, Missouri house and into an apartment. Four months after his move, Deb implored him to move back home, promising him that things would be better. Mike decided that if he complied, they would need a larger house. They found one in Prarie Village, Kansas, and at a bargain. But at the last minute, Mike changed his mind. Not long afterward, the Kansas City house caught on fire, forcing Deb and the kids to move into Mike's apartment for awhile. The reconciliation was enough to convince Mike to cave in and buy the house in Kansas, for considerably more than he had originally agreed to pay for it. The fire in Kansas City was ruled an accident, so insurance paid for the damage. Mike and Deb ended up making $20,000 on its sale.

    From there, things really started to go south, until the night of October 24th, 1995, when Tim and Kelly Farrar were killed by fire in their parents' beautiful home. On several occasions during August and September 1995, Mike was in the hospital, suffering from a mysterious illness that brought him to the brink of death over and over again. His symptoms baffled doctors, until Mike found castor beans in Deb's purse. Castor beans are very poisonous. They contain ricin, which is the third deadliest toxin on earth, next to botulism and plutonium.

    I realize that I've given quite a bit of information here, but really I've only scratched the surface of this very convoluted story. Ann Rule has done a great job of presenting a horrifying case in great detail. There's a lot of information to digest, but it's interesting enough that I wanted to keep reading, even though the book is 482 pages long. Rule includes pictures which I found astounding-- they show how Deb Jones changed from her high school picture to her middle aged adult picture. As a teen and young adult, Deb had been quite attractive. By the time she was in her forties, she no longer resembled the same person. She had gained a lot of weight, cut off all of her hair, and even her face looked different. In short, the woman was unrecognizable.

    If you've ever read one of Ann Rule's books before, you know that she provides several components to her books-- the background story, the legal story, and the police story are a few that spring to mind right now. Readers get to examine Deb's cold detachment as police interviewed her after the fire. Readers also get to read the accounts of other family members and witnesses who noted Deb's strange reaction to the loss of two of her children.

    I'll admit that it took me awhile to get into this book the first time I read it, but once I started to really read it, I got hooked. This is definitely a fascinating read, and I for one am very glad that this is one mother who won't be celebrating Mother's Day in the comfort of her own home. 



  1. She's pretty creepy.

    My dad has had a few dealings with another nutcase.

  2. I had not heard of her. Holy crap, Alexis! That is super crazy!

  3. I read this book years ago! It all came back to me in your above review. She looks like one scary lady. I can only imagine what here bedside manner was like!!

    1. I remember the photos in the book weren't nearly as scary until she gained a lot of weight. The prison photos online are just monstrous. She looks kind of like a man.

  4. I read that book...that picture...OMG that picture....downright frightening...I remember from the book that she had to be 'special' and when she gained weight and lost prestige she lost it period....scary stuff...hope she never gets out of prison...who knows what she would do...

    1. She is a real evil piece of work, isn't she?

  5. She does look like pure evil. You can see the hatred in her eyes. I live in the same town. This was in the news this morning:

  6. If the photo had been in black and white, that woman (if you can still call her that) could have passed for one of those female SS guards at Auschwitz or Ravensbruck.

  7. I keep up with any news on Debora Green as I don't believe she should EVER be released from prison unless of course it's to an institution for the criminally insane!This horrendous former physician whos first oath was "to do no harm"has never had ANY mothering instinct and to release her onto the public would in itself be a crime. I sure hipe I never see her released in my lifetime and I'm sure I'm not alone. My prayer is for her only remaining daughter Kate to come to terms with the REALITY of her mother's true self so she can heal.

  8. Never should been allowed to plea. Her evil deeds warranted the ultimate punishment. 40 years was much too lenient.

    1. She got two hard 40's . In Kansas that's concurrent, not consecutive. She's going to do 80 yrs total.

  9. I've read every book Ann Rule has written including this one. I was born and raised near the Kansas City area. I'm a huge fan of Ann Rule. Your right her eyes are pure evil. I only wish I could have been there to see the Judge bring down that gavel and told her she was going to serve 2 HARD 40's for killing her babies. A HARD 40 is 40 years straight , no parole no exceptions. She will serve out a total of 80 years straight before she can leave Leavenworth. The only way she's leaving is in a body bag unless she lives to be 120 + years and that's not likely. Ann Rule was very gifted and will be greatly missed. I was in an 18 year violent marriage . I'm one of the very lucky ones that got out just in the nick of time. That's when I started reading Ann's books and realized how blessed and fortunate to have gotten out with my 2 kid's just in time . Had I stayed another night , the kid's and I wouldn't be here today, we're all 3 very convinced of that. We literally ran in the middle of the night for Missouri where I knew we would be safe with my family . I feel like I owe my life to her because she educated and informed me on what to watch for so i wouldn't repeat my mistake.

  10. I worked as an RN where Debora Green is serving her sentence, Topeka Correctional Facility in Topeka, Kansas.


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