Whittemore earned one's contempt for the hardness of his heart and darkness of his soul. He had the power to help. He did not. Instead, he "ran out the clock" some ten hours while an innocent woman was dying in pain. Her rights meant nothing to him. Her pain meant nothing to him. He knew all along that he would refuse to help her and that he was preventing anyone else from helping her.
To call this man fecal matter, as somebody did, is insulting to feces.