It’s suicide
I come to bury Caesar, not to cure him.
Samantha Trad attempted to put lipstick on a pig by advocating for the new Hawaii suicide law (Tribune-Herald, Oct. 25).
Yes, I called it suicide because that’s what it is.
If you contract cancer in the United States, you have three choices that include, and are strictly limited to, surgery, chemotherapy and radiation therapy, PERIOD. But how have those “choices” worked out for Americans?
If a physician even recommends anything outside those modalities, the American Medical Association will sanction them. Of course, they know little or nothing about other options, so this secret is safely ensconced in their medical school ignorance.
The truth is that the AMA had the opportunity, in 1934, to embrace the technological breakthrough in cancer therapy discovered by Dr. Royal Rife. However, instead, it chose to crucify him and destroy his machines, microscopes and clinical studies data.
Dr. Rife had a 100 percent cure rate of terminally ill patients in less than 120 days of treatment, but the AMA had to protect its GOLDEN EGG.
How many Americans have died of cancer since 1934? And so now we’ve come full circle in cancer treatment. Accept the three modalities that absolutely, unequivocally, do not work, and then we can help you kill yourself. Wow, talk about compassion and choices, huh?
In 1987, the Journal of Clinical Oncology published a study that revealed 81 percent of these cancer specialists would not consent to a drug trial because of the ineffectiveness of chemotherapy and its unacceptable degree of toxicity. Maybe we’re killing the wrong people.
Rex A. Weigel
Hilo
‘Unbroken resolve’
On Saturday, Oct. 27, during a Shabbat service in a Pittsburgh synagogue, Jews were murdered for being Jews.
A known anti-Semite brought his gun and his hatred. He slaughtered 11 people and injured six more.
The current message from the man who occupies the Oval Office reeks of violence. His response to news of the mass shooting was that there should have been an armed guard at the synagogue. Such an appalling blame-the-victims comment demonstrates how thoroughly incapable he is of being the national unifier we desperately need in these frightening times.
In an effort to do something life-affirming, just a day after the shootings, my husband and I went to Lili‘uokalani Gardens to see the beautiful exhibit of large flower arrangements to mark the celebration of Japanese emigration to Hawaii. As we wandered around the paths of the park to gaze at each of the floral creations, we were informed that there were 11 lovely arrangements. The same number as the murdered.
I knew the number of displays was unintentional, but at each stop, I said a prayer for one of the victims. And then, at the end, I offered a prayer of thanks that at least here in our town of Hilo, there was proof of peaceful coexistence blooming, for all to enjoy.
With broken hearts and unbroken resolve, we must find a way to speak out against the madness and violence that continues to rise.
Jeri Gertz
Hilo
