THE RECORD
May 07, 2003

Fiat Lux

by Ed Deak

Yesterday, the day after my 76th birthday, I managed to dress myself without help for the first time in almost 6 months. It was still very painful on my arms, but I made it and chalked it up as a great achievement.

What I want to talk about this time are the politics of food production and how, with the cooperation of most politicians, they are creating widespread illness, misery, great burden on the health care system and untimely death to many people.

Millions of people in "developing countries" are suffering and dying, giving birth to deformed children even as we speak. The reason? To produce so called "cheap food", to fill the profit demands of corporations that should have been closed down and banned many years ago.

I went to England in 1948 and lived there on a farm just outside Cambridge until 1955. There was a very bad housing shortage at the time and, as a penniless foreigner, if I'd wanted to take some courses in town, living on the farmt was the only way I could do it.

The farm was owned by Chivers Jams and had very large fruit orchards both for the sale of fruits and for their jam making operations. It was also the time when the so called "Green Revolution" took hold and farmers were sold the idea that if they saturated their fields with artificial fertilizers, herbicides and pesticides, they would make larger profits. The pages of so called "conventional farming" magazines are still selling this lie.

Of course, Chivers and all others, jumped on the idea and from one year to another their chemicalization multiplied and we, the workers, paid for it with our health and lives. The more we sprayed, the more bugs we had. Not much has changed since then, both on our farms and in our health care system with the irresponsible use of antibiotics.

My old friend, the late George Kester, put it very succintly some 50 years ago as we were having lunch one day: "I'm telling you Eddie mate, all we are doing here is breeding bloody superbugs!" and he was right.

George and I spent most our time spraying the fruit trees with the vilest concoctions of deadly poisons, like arsenic, lead, DDT, tar oils etc. up to malathion and parathion, something my scientist friends can now hardly believe, as one whiff of them could cripple, or kill somebody.

We had no protective gear. The professors coming out from Cambridge assured us that it was all safe, with the exception of the malathion and parathion, which it was my job to apply. I had to wear a white rubber coat and souwester hat. All I was told was to have my back to the wind when putting a small glassful into the 250 gallon tank. It was so powerful.

Our faces and hands were yellow from the constant blowback of the chemicals, our hair below our caps, our eyebrows were bright yellow, or clothes were constantly saturated and when my wife was washing them the colour of the chemicals was pouring out into the water even from my underwear.

I was lucky that I left when I did, but George and many others started dying off with multiple cancers within a few years. Hearing of my old friends dying off, one after the other, gave me the willies and every time I went to see a new doctor here in Canada, I mentioned that I must have a large amount of deadly chemicals in my tissues. They examined me and ignored the whole thing.

Then, one day in 1976 my right knee swelled and locked up overnight. The doctor in Vancouver said it was some kind of an allergy and gave me some pills. Then the right side of my mouth and tongue started swelling up time after time. More pills, until my wife figured it out that if I took a half dozen chewable brewers yeast tablet when the swelling started, it immediately stopped and receded.

When I told about it to my doctor he looked at me if I'd just escaped from an institution of the criminally insane, but by then I realized that they had no idea about a lot of things and just keep on filling people with medications and topping them up with more to stop the reactions and so I called it quits.

Then, a couple of years ago it was my right knee again out of the blue, last year it was my right shoulder that no chiropractor, or physiotherapist, and we have some excellent ones, could cure. Last Fall my right arm and thumb started freezing up with a lot of pain also in my upper thigh muscles. I could hardly sit down, or get up.

It was obvious that something was building up and some friends and family suggested that I should go on a cleansing program, which I did. The problem was that the program was designed for people who only collected poisons from their daily supermarket food intake, like preservatives, artificial colours, sweeteners and so on endlessly pumped into the population by unscrupulous companies, scientists and governments. Unfortunately, in my case it was a huge accumulation that broke loose and instead of leaving my body, locked up my joints and muscles, virtually paralyzing me, with great pain every time I had to move.

The last thing I'd wanted to do was to see another doctor and get more chemicals. I have great respect for many doctors, especially the surgeons, but when it comes to things out of the ordinary the only thing they can do is to load up the patient with pain killers and in my case, probably some arthritis medications, which I didn't need, or want.

I have seen what they have done to some of my friends, who really did have arthritis and topped it up with shot livers from the junk they took.

Luckily, quite by accident, we met a homeopathic practitioner who took me on because I was free of medications for many years. The following weeks and months were terrible. I couldn't sleep a single hour for four weeks, couldn't drive for three months. Luckily we are well organized and my wife could handle the feeding of our cattle and, as she can't drive, managed to get some rides to town for shopping.

Our friends and neighbours were the greatest. Although some of them must have thought that I was crazy for not loading up on pain killers, the offers of help were constant and when we needed it, there was somebody driving down our road in a few minutes.
This is far from the end of the story and I'll continue the next time.......

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