I'm a retired professor of philosophy.  I taught at various universities but mostly at Indiana University-Purdue University Indianapolis (IUPUI).  I have written several books and many articles and reviews.  For years my teaching and writing focused on philosophy of technology and on social and political philosophy. More recently I've concentrated on business ethics and just war theory, especially with a view to showing that the no-holds-barred approach to making weapons for making war is ethically questionable.

My articlesabout ethical issues regarding war and weapons are listed on the second page of this website.  I've also done somereviews of booksthat address these ethical issues.  They're listed on the third page along with reviews by others.

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A fifth page consists ofsample quotesfrom various writings (by me and by others) to convey a sense of the controversies currently underway regarding these matters.

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   Edmund F. Byrne, JD, PhD
At each end of a winding trail,
a hearty hike apart,
there lived one tribe.  All year
each was the other's enemy--
except at equinox.
One equi-day with East
as host they had a feast
that went on through the night.
By dawn they all were friends
and saw no need to change.
So they carved on a tree a pact.
WE WAR, it said, NO MORE.
All their arms, they also agreed,
they'd cast into the sea
and live in peace. East did
just that at once. Then off 
all went as one towards West
to celebrate. They sang
(War more, the echo rang.)
And when they got to West,
all tired and dry of drink,
well past the equinox,
the chief of West stood up
on a stump and asked:
"What will we ever do
till next day matches night?"
No one spoke.  But a Wester
shook his spear at the Easts, 
and they all fled as fast
as feet could fly.  And as
they ran they told their god
that if they lived to rearm,
he'd never lack for sacrifice.
They did. And since that day
none meet at equinox
because, as says their lore,
East is East and the West is West;
and twain (yes, mark the word)
shall never meet.
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