Belgium: Jef Merckx, Bamboo Bicycle Already Manufactured In Ghana Before You

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Bamboo bicycle made in Ghana, the work of Miss Winifred Selby. Photo credit: Media Ghana.

History remains incomplete, because certain facts about Africa, have been swept under the carpet by Europeans, just to hide the truth and portray Africa as ignorant.

Is it true that apart from the looting of Africa’s rich mineral resources, including gold, diamond, Copper, Bauxite etc; the Europeans stole ideas from Africa to develop Europe, while they underdeveloped Africa?

In today’s (3/17/2016) Gazet Van Antwerpen, one of Belgium’s newspapers, was an article about Jef Merckx, introducing a Bamboo bicycle in Belgium. According to Merckx, Bamboo bicycle is lighter, faster and ecology, with the photo of him and the Bamboo Bicycle he has manufactured.

After reading the entire article, there wasn’t any indication anywhere in the article that Bamboo bicycle is long manufactured in Ghana, by a woman called Winifred Selby, who started her production at the age of 15. It is likely that Ghana is the first country in the world to manufacture Bamboo bicycle.

Like Always, Belgium has denied Ghana-Africa’s intelligence and knowledge and given the credit to someone who has stolen an idea from Africa, above all from a woman. What a shame?

ghana-2Miss Selby working on a new bicycle with Bamboo. Photo credit: Media Ghana.

There are many reasons journalism is said to lose its credibility. Gazet Van Antwerpen’s publication giving credit to Jef Merckx, as the manufacturer of Bamboo bicycle is one of them. Without investigation, they just published the stolen idea and knowledge from Africa. This is a mockery to the entire Belgian media. I told you so, and I will always tell you.

I DON’T EVEN WANT TO PUBLISH JEF MERCKX’s PICTURE ON MY BLOG, BECAUSE HE DOESN’T DESERVE IT.

Below is an article I published last year about Miss Winifred Selby.

https://joelsavage1.wordpress.com/2015/03/30/ghana-manufactures-bamboo-bicycles/

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The 5 Biggest Regrets People Have Before They Die

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Original article published by: Theneeds

Want to hear the strangest thing on earth? Death is perhaps the most constructive fact of our existence. Being aware of death throughout your life can beget the healthiest attitude: one of perspective.

Countless people throughout history knew this too. The ancient Greeks used to “practice death every day,” and the Toltecs would use death as “fuel to live and to love.” The constant reminder ensured they would live more boldly, more kindly, and with less fear.

The Good News About Death

Here’s how the morbid subject can actually benefit us: Our limited days on earth are the ultimate impetus to live with less fear and more intention.

The majority of the time, many of us live as if there will be no end to our days. We stay in unfulfilling careers. We remain in unhappy relationships. We will travel the world “one day.” We fail to tell people how much they matter to us. We hide our real truth, gifts, or talents from the world because we are scared of being judged and criticized.

Losing a parent when I was young made this much more real for me. I felt blessed to come to the realization of how precarious and precious life is while still in my younger years. But you don’t need a loss early in your life to take advantage of the wisdom that awaits you. Learn from people who know.

One of my favorite books is Bronnie Ware’s international bestseller The Top Five Regrets of the Dying. Ware was a hospice nurse in Australia for several years and cared for patients in the last few weeks of their lives. She writes with incredible clarity how similar regrets surfaced again and again.

Surprise, surprise: There was no mention of insufficient status; undelivered revenge; or sadness over not being the thinnest, prettiest, or most famous. These were the most common regrets. (Numbers one and five could make me weep.)

The 5 Most Common Regrets

I wish I’d had the courage to live a life true to myself, not the life others expected of me.

“This was the most common regret of all,” Ware writes. “When people realize that their life is almost over and look back clearly on it, it is easy to see how many dreams have gone unfulfilled. Most people had not honored even a half of their dreams and had to die knowing that it was due to choices they had made, or not made.”

I wish I hadn’t worked so hard.

“All of the men I nursed deeply regretted spending so much of their lives on the treadmill of a work existence.”

I wish I’d had the courage to express my feelings.

“Many people suppressed their feelings in order to keep peace with others. As a result, they settled for a mediocre existence and never became who they were truly capable of becoming. Many developed illnesses relating to the bitterness and resentment they carried as a result.”

I wish I had stayed in touch with my friends.

“Often they would not truly realize the full benefits of old friends until their dying weeks, and it was not always possible to track them down. Many had become so caught up in their own lives that they had let golden friendships slip by over the years. There were many deep regrets about not giving friendships the time and effort that they deserved.”

I wish that I had let myself be happier.

“This is a surprisingly common one. Many did not realize until the end that happiness is a choice. They had stayed stuck in old patterns and habits. The so-called ‘comfort’ of familiarity overflowed into their emotions, as well as their physical lives. Fear of change had them pretending to others, and to their selves, that they were content.”

http://www.theneeds.com/sport/n11304408/the-5-biggest-regrets-people-have-before-greatist

Black History: Once Upon A Time In America

Years after slavery, African-Americans are still struggling to be real Americans

Elizabeth Ann Eckford, a student, and a key figure at the Little Rock Central High School is pictured being followed, booed and yelled at by a mob of whites. She was among the group of the nine African-American students famous for having desegregated the school in 1957. A closer look at the lady on the right, you can see the chilling, unreasonable dislike in her eyes. This reflects on the history of Apartheid Education in America.

In the deep sea, the big fish has no sympathy for the helpless small fish. They intimidate the small ones and always try to eat them up. That was once the hostile situation in America years back, in every sector, including the educational sector, against African-Americans. 

It’s very embarrassing to see such images in America, a country that  believes in democracy, above all they say: In God We Trust.

The more disturbing factor is, America provided  a “safe haven” in the United States for Nazis criminals and their collaborators after World War II, yet subjected African-Americans to abuse, discrimination, lynching, experimentation, and slavery.

Abolition of slavery is a fact recorded in history, but the reality is, it still exists in many places around the globe, including America today because we live in a violent and corrupt society.

How many years now did America start fighting against an illegal drug entering its sovereignty? Because of corruption, the country is plagued by cocaine and other dangerous drugs, drastically taking its toll on many citizens.

There was a time, if you are an honest hard worker, with distinguished achievements in the society, you will be awarded, but now those who commit serious crimes against humanity are those that receive that awards, including the Nobel Prize. Among the ring of liars, if you want to remain different and live in truth, you will eventually become an enemy.

Do you feel this world is okay? Are you happy about the turmoil and the path of doom the world has taken? Why politicians fighting for power when they don’t have any means to save this world? Nothing in this world seems to be going better or doing well. Everything has taken the wrong path.

Whether Africans were used as Guinea pigs in testing drugs, whether Aids, Ebola, Lassa and other deadly diseases, were bio-weapons against Africans to depopulate the continent, or whether African-Americans were used for experimentation, the Black man has survived today. That power wasn’t strong enough to wipe out the black race.

Black history is a sad song and a rough road. Even though it’s like an image hanging on the wall, the Black man should change that sad song to a happy song and straighten up that rough road ahead of him. We should let go hatred, jealousy, racism, racial discrimination and hypocrisy to embrace love in our community.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.” —I Corinthians 13:4-8a.

Africa Beware! God Can’t Find Any Sincere European Or American Leader

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By Joel Savage and Johan Van Dongen

The common citizens of every country, depend on the government to provide them education, good drinking water and sanitation facilities, proper medical and health-care system etc, but the drastic effect of corruption, diseases, frustration and laziness in Africa, are some of the problems, which have affected the poor and helpless African leaders, to shift their attention on Europe and America for help, which often comes but at a very deadly cost.

There is no continent in history, which has suffered aggression, slavery, colonization, Apartheid, looting, depopulation, medical crimes etc, than the African continent. The question many ask, while others don’t bother to know is: Why Africa?

This reminds me of a story in the Bible about two men in one city; one was rich, and the other poor. The rich man had great flocks of sheep and herds of cattle;  but the poor man had only one little lamb that he had bought. It grew up in his home with his children, and drank out of his cup, and lay upon his lap, and was like a little daughter to him.

One day a visitor came to the rich man’s house to dinner. He did not take one of his own sheep to kill for his guest. He robbed the poor man of his lamb, and killed it, and cooked it for a meal with his friend. This is exactly the same situation Africa stand. They look upon Europe and Europe as their redeemer, saviour or faithful masters, without knowing that their only interest is to destroy the continent.

Most of the ethnic conflicts, tribal wars, political unrest and medical crimes, including Aids, Ebola, Lassa fever, Zika virus were caused by Europe and America. Anyone who doubts what I am talking about, should read the book, “The Shadow Of The Sun” by the Polish writer, author and journalist, Ryszard Kapuściński.

Africans, like African-Americans were very happy indeed, following the inauguration of Barack Obama as 44th United States President. The African-American or the Black man needs to be happy, because the dream of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. has become a reality. But what African-Americans failed to realize is, Obama as a Black president hasn’t any magic wand to make life better for them.

Like every American president, Barack Obama swore the oath: I do solemnly swear (or affirm) that I will faithfully execute the Office of President of the United States, and will to the best of my Ability, preserve, protect and defend the Constitution of the United States.”

This oath confirms that Obama is not going to tell Africa, African-Americans or Africans in the Diaspora that Aids, Ebola, Lassa Fever, Zika virus etc, were medical crimes tried on the Black man as bio-warfare product or bio-weapons. Obama is not going to tell Black Americans that they were used unwilling and unwitting for experimental at the hands of the America’s medical establishment.

Again do African-Americans expect Obama to tell them that the American government collaborated with scientists and stole Henrietta Lacks’ cells without her knowledge in 1951, and became one of the most important tools in medicine, vital for developing the polio vaccine, cloning, gene mapping?

There is no American president in the past or present who are sincere, faithful and truthful. Like ex-president Bill Clinton denying of sleeping with Monica Lewinsky, then confessed later that he did, all American leaders are liars and those coming after Obama will put on the same perfume of lies.

Obama came to office as a real handsome man, because of hypocrisy, shady deals, cover up of crimes, including the killing of Dr. Jeffrey Bradstreet, for opposing vaccine against autism, he now looks fragile and gaunt like one of Africa’s Aids patients.

Whatever evil a man sows, same he shall reap, but sometimes I feel very sorry for the normal and common American citizens, who have to pass through difficulties, because the government’s bad policies and the evil seed the past and present leaders have sown.

Medical Apartheid:The Dark History Of Medical Experimentation On Black Americans

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From the era of slavery to the present day, the first full history of black America’s shocking mistreatment as unwilling and unwitting experimental subjects at the hands of the medical establishment.

Medical Apartheid is the first and only comprehensive history of medical experimentation on African Americans. Starting with the earliest encounters between black Americans and Western medical researchers and the racist pseudoscience that resulted, it details the ways both slaves and freedmen were used in hospitals for experiments conducted without their knowledge—a tradition that continues today within some black populations.

It reveals how blacks have historically been prey to grave-robbing as well as unauthorized autopsies and dissections. Moving into the twentieth century, it shows how the pseudoscience of eugenics and social Darwinism was used to justify experimental exploitation and shoddy medical treatment of blacks, and the view that they were biologically inferior, oversexed, and unfit for adult responsibilities.

Shocking new details about the government’s notorious Tuskegee experiment are revealed, as are similar, less-well-known medical atrocities conducted by the government, the armed forces, prisons, and private institutions. The product of years of prodigious research into medical journals and experimental reports long undisturbed,Medical Apartheid reveals the hidden underbelly of scientific research and makes possible, for the first time, an understanding of the roots of the African American health deficit.

At last, it provides the fullest possible context for comprehending the behavioral fallout that has caused black Americans to view researchers—and indeed the whole medical establishment—with such deep distrust. No one concerned with issues of public health and racial justice can afford not to read Medical Apartheid, a masterful book that will stir up both controversy and long-needed debate.

The author

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Harriet Washington is the author of Deadly Monopolies: The Shocking Corporate Takeover of Life Itself and of Medical Apartheid: The Dark History of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans from Colonial Times to the Present, which won the 2007 National Book Critics’ Circle Award and was named one of the year’s Best Books by Publishers’ Weekly.
                            She has won many other awards for her work on medicine and ethics and has been a Research Fellow in Ethics at Harvard Medical School, a fellow at the Harvard School of Public Health, a Knight Fellow at Stanford University, a senior research scholar at the National Center for Bioethics at Tuskegee University and a Visiting Scholar at the DePaul University College of Law.

http://www.amazon.com/Harriet-Washington-Medical-Apartheid-Experimentation/dp/B008GQ24UE

Once Born Black, You Have An Extra Mountain To Climb

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There is no easy walk to freedom, the great Mandela could tell you the truth. He knew the rough road ahead of him was tough as a black man. He was denied his family, friends, wife, books and after 27 years in a notorious prison, he became the head of state of the country he fought for all his life.

African-Americans didn’t call for slavery. They were stolen from Africa, dragged in chains and loaded onto slave ships, under terrific sub-human conditions. Traded and profited, they worked from morning till evening on plantations and used to build America with sweat, blood and tears.

It’s unfortunate that after all these years, relationship between African-Americans and White Americans in many states in America is very poor. If there is any blame, it should be on the greedy and merciless slave masters but not the blacks in America.

Slavery is abolished, Apartheid bowed to democracy in South Africa, but racism still exists. Why? That can’t be. The world needs peace, love and the only way to achieve this is to love your brother as thy self and to let the dream of Martin Luther King Jr. stay alive.

The Secret Plot To Destroy African-Americans

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Leroy Whitfield was a writer who focused on the battle against AIDS among African-Americans. He died after living 15 years with the disease himself—while refusing to take medication for it. He was 36.

Open Letter of LeRoy Whitfield

From virus carrying mosquitoes to government biological warfare, the community is clamoring with theories about why blacks are hit harder by AIDS-and what to do about it.

On December 19, 1998, a month after President Clinton declared AIDS a crisis in black America — a hard-won concession by the Congressional Black Caucus and a handful of determined African-American advocates — Reverend Al Sharpton and a dirty dozen of community activists assembled for an AIDS assault of a different kind in Harlem.

They were responding to the same crazy reality: African Americans, who constitute only 13 percent of the U.S. population, then made up 32 percent of PWAs, a ratio that crept to 33 percent in 1999. But unlike Mario Cooper, whose Leading for Life campaign twisted the arms of African-American leaders to take on AIDS, or Maxine Waters, the empathetic Caucus chair who led the charge on Capitol Hill, Sharpton’s six-hour-long meeting took aim at the reeling statistics with a whirlwind of theories. These theories, about why exactly AIDS shows such a strange affinity for blacks, have been blowing across America for more than 10 years now, stoking fires that no one’s figured out how to put out.

One burning voice belongs to Boyd Ed Graves. Sitting at a well-polished dining room table at his home in Cleveland’s black, solidly middle-class Mount Pleasant neighborhood, Graves offers an explanation for those numbers: genocide, plain and simple. In fact, he’s suing the U.S. government for using tax dollars to secretly develop HIV in a lab and then deploy it as a biological weapon to kill blacks. It’s ethnic cleansing, he says, and in the end, not a single black soul will remain.

For the record, Graves, who was diagnosed with HIV in 1992 (and now has an undetectable viral load on HAART), concedes it’s possible that he contracted the virus through unprotected sex. But more likely, he believes, he was the victim of a stealth dart gun, a “micro-bio- inoculator” that can tag unsuspecting victims from 100 feet away without so much as a prick, a product of the U.S. government’s biological warfare program.

Or, he imagines, he may have been one of the thousands of unlucky African Americans infected through a bite by a virus-distributing mosquito bred by government contractors at an island facility off the shores of Manhattan. Or:”The HIV virus is the result of a century-long hunt for a contagious cancer that selectively kills.” “If they didn’t want me to discover the true origins of AIDS,” Graves says, cutting a glare in my direction, “they shouldn’t have given it to me.”

Graves has an encyclopedic mind. He can pull numbers out of the air from reports he read 20 years ago. In 1976, he says, the U.S. Navy deemed him so competent that during his duty as a cryptography officer, he was one of only a few aboard the guided-missile destroyer on which he worked who were privy to nuclear launch codes. Later, Graves graduated from Ohio Northern University law school with honors.

His case against the government stemmed from a discrimination suit he filed against his first employer out of law school, a federally funded agency serving the disabled, which laid him off in 1995 shortly after he disclosed his HIV status. That suit was settled out of court for $48,000, he tells me, but in the process of building his extensive argument, Graves uncovered a document that would spark a lifelong obsession.

It was the transcript of a 1970 Congressional hearing on defense appropriations during which a certain Dr. Donald MacArthur of the Pentagon mentioned a “biological agent…for which no natural immunity could be acquired…that could be developed within 5 to 10 years.” That document was soon joined by hundreds of others to form the basis ofBoyd Graves vs. the President of the United States, which Graves filed in federal court last January.

He pulls out a copy of the MacArthur transcript for me and begins reading highlights, then stops himself midsentence and looks up. “Do you want to hear me read it in my Nixon’s voice?” he asks. Nixon, I’ll soon discover, is just one of Graves’ dozen impersonations. He also does the hostile AIDS outreach worker, the annoyed relative, and the impatient bureaucrat, all of whom he’s encountered on his hell-bent mission and whose voices repeat inside his head.

A district court, calling his name claims regarding the transmission of HIV “completely baseless and delusional,” threw his case a month  after it was filed. But Graves continues to appeal, in March, a higher court granted a review.

Among Cleveland’s AIDS leadership, Graves has earned a nickname: Crazy Eddie. He has spread his gospel to every AIDS agency in this Corn Belt town; he’s caused such a stir that some compare his impact in the Midwest to that of ACT UP/San Francisco AIDS dissidents in the West. Jon Darr Bradshaw, executive director of the Xchange Point, a program that does street outreach in Cleveland’s toughest neighborhoods, says that Graves’ theories have created such doubt among his clients that some have begun refusing condoms and clean needles, suspicious that the supplies are tainted with HIV.Such incidents have only earned Graves more credibility in the eyes of some African Americans. Last March, he was named one of the 25 most influential people in Cleveland by

Last March, he was named one of the 25 most influential people in Cleveland by Cleveland Life, Ohio’s largest African-American newspaper. That followed a December 1999 editorial by the paper’s then-news editor, Daniel Gray-Kontar, in which he wrote: “Is what Boyd Ed Graves saying accurate? I would respond with another question: If we would have been told about the experiments with blacks in Tuskegee with the syphilis virus, would we have believed the crier then?”

The long history of slavery and Jim Crow set the stage for African Americans to suspect an AIDS conspiracy, and, for many, evidence of other plots clinches the case. Two episodes famously surfaced in the 1970s: Tuskegee, where government researchers withheld syphilis meds from unsuspecting black southerners, and COINTELPRO, an FBI program that surveilled and harassed black radicals. Equally disturbing facts came out in an August 1996 piece, later partly retracted, which suggested a CIA role in allowing

Equally disturbing facts came out in an August 1996 piece, later partly retracted, which suggested a CIA role in allowing the crack to be sold in LA’s South Central to profit Nicaraguan contras. A June 1998 San Jose Mercury NewsLos Angeles Times article documented germ-warfare techniques planned against South African revolutionaries, including Nelson Mandela.

As one woman said at an LA town meeting convened by Rep. Maxine Waters (D-CA) after the Mercury News piece ran, “Black men are in jail for selling drugs the CIA brought to our community the same way they brought the guns here for us to kill each other. If they don’t get you that way, government doctors will stick you with AIDS. One way or another they’ll destroy us.”

The sister’s not alone in her thinking. According to a 1999 study funded by the National Institutes of Health (NIH), one out of four African Americans surveyed said that they believed HIV was created by the U.S. government to eliminate blacks. That study echoed the findings of an earlier one by the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, which found that 54 percent of blacks surveyed viewed HIV testing as a ploy to infect them with the virus. Look at those numbers and the truth stares back: Belief in conspiracies is far from fringe.

Just stroll into an Afrocentric bookstore in any of America’s urban centers and you’ll find plenty of reading to reinforce even the slightest doubts about HIV, from white right-winger William Campbell Douglass’ AIDS: The End of Civilization to black agitator Curtis Cost’s Vaccines Are Dangerous: A Warning to the Black Community, which argues that HIV is a man-made biological weapon created to wipe out blacks. Cost’s 1991 book is still a steady seller, recommended by the Universal Zulu Nation, a 12-city hip hop fraternity that discourages condom use and claims that HIV doesn’t cause AIDS. Recently, Cost did a complete 180 on HIV. As his latest, unpublished book will show, the Bronx resident tells me, “There’s no such thing as AIDS,” and we’re all dupes of a misinformation campaign.

Cost, as a new AIDS dissident, was a key organizer of that well-attended December 1998 Harlem AIDS forum convened by Rev. Sharpton. There, Phillip Valentine, a self-described “natural healer,” who believes blacks should abstain from all meds, even herbs, shared the podium with a dozen speakers, only one of whom thought HIV caused AIDS — and that speaker argued that the virus had been intentionally transmitted to blacks through World Health Organization vaccine programs.

Later, during an animated conversation, Valentine told me that it’s the medicine, not the virus, that kills: “The only time you start getting sick is when you go to see a doctor.” Valentine advises HIVers to stay away from meds under any circumstance. When a newly diagnosed friend of Valentine’s called him in tears seeking advice, Valentine invited him over with his bag of prescriptions. “I asked ‘What did they give you?’ He named all the drugs. We prayed. After a brief ritual, I helped him pour them down the toilet.”

While Graves, Valentine, and Cost peddle their conspiracies on the ground, prominent African Americans have validated these ideas from the airwaves. Nation of Islam (NOI) head Louis Farrakhan has long maintained that AIDS was made in a government lab just outside Virginia, a message he spreads through his speeches and the NOI’s organ,The Final Call. Several black entertainers have endorsed these views as well. In a 1990 appearance on The Arsenio Hall Show, rapper Kool Moe Dee stated that he thought AIDS was a part of a “clean up America campaign” intended to hit gays and minorities. Director Spike Lee seconded the notion in November 1991 in

Director Spike Lee seconded the notion in November 1991 in Rolling Stone, and in an October 1992 interview on CNN, media giant Bill Cosby said he thought AIDS was “man-made” and that “if it wasn’t created to get rid of black folks, it sure likes us a lot.” Though statements like these are less common of late, megastar Will Smith speculated in the July 1999 Vanity Fair that “possibly AIDS was created as a result of biological-warfare testing.” These messages leave many African Americans caught in a life-or-death struggle between advice from their doctor and words from public figures they respect.

Forty miles northeast of Montgomery, Alabama, where Rosa Parks touched off the civil rights movement, lies a town whose very name has come to symbolize government malevolence: Tuskegee. I took a trip down to the scene of the crime last May, on the occasion of an AIDS training for black church leaders, to see with my own eyes the rooms where federal researchers watched, probed and tested 399 African American men as many slowly died, untreated and uninformed, from syphilis. The windows at the old John A. Andrew Hospital were broken and boarded.

I came upon an open side entrance and, once inside, found retired medical equipment, a wall calendar that had collected dust since 1958 and, everywhere, the buzzing of hornets. Standing in a dim corridor, I tried to imagine 1932, back when the hospital was busy with black men waiting in chairs for treatment they never got. After 40 years, the study was finally halted and the hospital eventually closed, but somehow, standing in that place, the men’s fears and misplaced hopes lingered.

The windows at the old John A. Andrew Hospital were broken and boarded. I came upon an open side entrance and, once inside, found retired medical equipment, a wall calendar that had collected dust since 1958 and, everywhere, the buzzing of hornets. Standing in a dim corridor, I tried to imagine 1932, back when the hospital was busy with black men waiting in chairs for treatment they never got. After 40 years, the study was finally halted and the hospital eventually closed, but somehow, standing in that place, the men’s fears and misplaced hopes lingered.

A. Cornelius Baker, the African-American executive director of the Whitman-Walker Clinic in Washington, DC took the matter so seriously that he campaigned to make President Clinton apologize for Tuskegee, which he did in May 1997. “There was no way to have an honest discussion in the black community about HIV if that experiment was not addressed,” Baker says. “But, at some point, the real issue isn’t whether our government has acted in a way we don’t like, but what do we do to fight against it.”

One night during the training, I had dinner out on a patio with Karen Washington, an AIDS ministry lay leader at Friendship Baptist Church in Dallas. Washington, 37, tested positive at 23, but avoided taking HAART until three years ago because, she says, “I didn’t want to be a guinea pig.” She found out about her status while stationed on a U.S. Air Force base in London in 1987. “At the time I didn1t even know what the disease was,” she says, though she noticed that other blacks — but not whites — on her base were experiencing the same thing.

“People in the government are always working on things that we’ll never know about. I thought that I might have gotten AIDS because something went wrong in the lab.” Williams says her mistrust of the government only grew in the ’90s after she heard reports of the mysterious symptoms of Gulf War Syndrome. She only went on HAART, years later, out of respect for her increasingly worried mother. For now, she’s doing well: Her CD4s are just shy of 500, and her viral load is undetectable.

As Washington and other PWAs at Tuskegee opened up to me about their postdiagnosis searchings, I found myself identifying with their fears, and with their basic suspicion about the disease and the drugs. As an African-American AIDS journalist, I have access to cutting-edge treatment information, and yet I haven’t been to a doctor in a year and a half. Maybe the truth is I’ve examined every crackpot theory from Tuskegee to Cleveland with an open mind because, quietly, I hope I can believe one of them. When you’re asymptomatic like I am, you really want to believe that AIDS can’t happen; if Valentine and Cost are right, and AIDS isn’t real, then I could distance myself from the virus in my blood.

Three months after the conference, I trek up to Columbia University at the edge of Harlem, to sit down with African-American scholars Mindy Fullilove, MD, a psychiatrist, and Robert Fullilove, EdD, a statistician, and theologian, whom I met in Tuskegee. After 17 years of marriage and 14 years of partnered community research, the Fulliloves have their routine down pat. Today, she fields calls while he answers my questions.

“As we’ve talked to people who are HIV infected, but are not interested in getting treatment, who have a completely different worldview about their illness and what they ought to do about it, it becomes very clear that saying ‘Trust your doctor’ is not enough to make them accept advice,” Fullilove says. “They simply don’t accept science as the final word on anything to do with AIDS, and certainly not as the final word on what they should do about their health.”

In published essays and in many of the 70, studies they’ve co-authored, the Fulliloves have examined myths about the origins of HIV, government intent with regard to AIDS, why African Americans are at greater risk, and why they avoid mainstream treatment. “Time isn’t enough to heal every wound,” he says, “or to resolve a worldview that made slavery possible. So there’s a tendency on the part of African Americans, founded in their experience, to view everything done by whites with suspicion and mistrust.” And to give the benefit of the doubt to solutions that come from within the black community.

Take Bronx resident Andre Cromer, 34. “All the stories I was hearing,” he says, his solid gold medallion swaying with every gesture, “was that the medicine kills you, not the disease and that AZT is poison. I was looking for an alternative.” In 1992, six years before he was diagnosed with HIV, he found one. He was sitting in a large crowd at Louis Farrakhan’s majestic Mosque Maryam in Chicago when the NOI’s health minister, Abdul Alim Muhammad, took the stage.

Cromer listened spellbound as Muhammad infused the audience with hope and racial pride, announcing that an AIDS cure, Kemron (a low-dose, oral preparation of alpha interferon), had been discovered in Africa. The miraculous news had been slow to spread, Muhammad said, because the discoverer, a Kenyan, couldn’t get black ink in the white press. At the Million Man March in 1995, Farrakhan shared his limelight with Muhammad to bring the same message to the masses; bow-tied Final Call salesmen were pushing the word about Kemron, too, penetrating black communities from Bed-Stuy to Compton.

Muhammad’s speech was all that Cromer needed to hear. “After that, I didn’t really worry about getting the disease, because I always felt that I knew where the cure was,” he says After Cromer ditched condoms and hard-to-keep rules about safer sex, it wasn’t much of a surprise in 1988 when, after 10 days in Harlem’s North General Hospital with pneumonia, his HIV test was positive. Cromer already knew what to do: He logged on to the website of NOI’s Abundant Life Clinic, looking to buy some Kemron.

He found Barbara Justice, MD, who sold him Kemron out of her office in Harlem, not too far from North General, where he had tested positive and was offered his first round of combo therapy. Not too far, either, from the trash receptacle where he dumped the meds he’d been prescribed. Before, in 1992, at the height of Kemron’s success, Justice was one of 70 NOI-affiliated doctors nationwide selling the drug, for $1,500 for a six-month supply. Kemron was then so wildly popular that it was even peddled on 125th Street, Harlem’s main artery, on the same strip where you could cop a rock or a nickel bag.

Throughout the ’90s, the drug was beset by troubles: A buyers’ club offered low-dose alpha interferon to PWAs for only $50, a tiny fraction of the NOI price; anecdotal reports of the drug’s ineffectiveness accumulated; when, after NOI pressure, the NIH finally agreed to begin clinical trials of Kemron, the agency halted them due to lack of enrollment. While New York City HIV doc Joseph Sonnabend, MD, says the diluted alpha interferon “doesn’t hurt anyone,” he also says it doesn’t help. Some of his patients in the pre-protease era went to Kenya for Kemron, he recalls: “It cost them quite a bit to go there, and they came back and died anyway.”

But none of that matters to Cromer, who’s only on insurance-reimbursed antiretrovirals now because he’s short on cash for Kemron. (On Kemron, he says, his CD4s spiked from 28 to 128, and his viral load dived from 750,000 to undetectable — a result he’s maintained on HAART.) Or at least it wasn’t enough to challenge his racial solidarity.

While Cromer’s sticking with Kemron, 9-year-old Precious Thomas, of Suitland, Maryland says she’s on to the next new thing: goat therapy. Precious had tried Kemron, too, but quit the drug because, her mom Rocky says, it made her feel “listless.” Perhaps a testament to the Thomases’ continuing faith in black cures, the sixth-grader has since become the poster child for what Tulsa native Gary Davis, MD, aka “the goat doctor,” calls “goat anti-human immune globulin.”

“You see, ladies and gentlemen,” the confident child told an audience of 1,500 at 1998’s Congressional Black Caucus town meeting on AIDS, “God, Dr. Muhammad and Dr. Davis, my heroes, took my viral load from 180,000 to zero, because of a special medicine called an antibody. Who would have thought something this special could be found in a goat?”

The idea for the serum came to Davis in a dream, and he quickly got to work isolating a goat’s antibodies. By his account, he was able to use the substance to stop HIV from infecting CD4 cells in the lab. He put in a new drug application to the FDA in 1996, and when the agency turned him down, Davis cried foul.

“I’m a black physician in the heart of the Tulsa ghetto,” he told The Washington Post. “I’m not Pfizer. I’m not Merck. Get real. It’s hard for you to be accepted within the ruling clique. What you say has to be proven above and beyond the normal expectations.” NIH head Anthony Fauci told Fox News in 1998, “Not only is there not any basis for it to work, but there is evidence that it won’t work.”

Even without human or animal testing, media exposure has made Davis’ remedy urban legend. Unlike Kemron distributors, who make a healthy profit, Davis gives his drug away for free, which adds to his appeal. Rocky Thomas was sold; she crossed the country to grab a bottle from his lab for her daughter, who’s now been on the therapy for two years. “When she started taking [HAART], she stayed sick,” says Rocky. “I asked myself, ‘Why am I constantly giving this child stuff that’s making her sick?’ But her numbers are better now [on the goat serum]. It’s the only thing that’s truly given me hope.”

I asked Robert Fullilove what he thought of these miracle meds, Kemron, and goat serum. “We create goat doctors ourselves,” he says, “because they fill the vacuum of what is perceived to be a complete disinterest in doing what is necessary to combat this epidemic among blacks. Our failure to be proactive makes people think that they need to find someone else who is.”

There’s a bit of disagreement among the conspiracy theorists: Graves and Farrakhan say that HIV is a biological weapon, while Valentine, Cost, and Davis preach that blacks need to avoid toxic HIV drugs and seek out alternatives. But what binds these black men together is that each has made a successful grassroots push to get his message out into the streets of black communities across the country — where many better-funded AIDS outreach workers fear to tread.

The conspiracists have one up on mainstream African American AIDS advocates, who are often perceived to be pushing the same old message — wear condoms, get tested, get treated with pharmaceutical meds — dressed up in “culturally appropriate” garb, a kind of AIDS in blackface. Instead of trying to allay black fears, Graves and company speak directly to them. And they share an electrifying contention that their ideas have been shut out by white America.

At this point, Graves has been shut out for so long that he’s almost shrunk into the self-loathing “nigger faggot with AIDS” that he often calls himself. He’s earned the cynicism: He lost a job for being positive, got kicked out of the military for being gay and experiences racism every day as he tries to spread the word about his obsession, the government’s secret virus program.

In the face of all of this rejection, it’s probably easier for him to think his life will come to a fiery apocalyptic end, a target of an international plot, than to face his illness day by day, holed up in his teenage nephew’s room. Just before I leave him, all his voices are quiet. It’s just me and Graves. “There’s no hope, my friend,” he says, eyes cast to the floor. “The elimination of the black population is well underway. They’ve got their crosshairs aimed at Africans and people of African decent.”

Here are some more numbers for you. According to two 1999, Kaiser Family Foundation reports, African-Americans are more than twice as likely as whites to not be taking combination therapy. We’re one and a half times more likely to not get preventative treatment for pneumonia. Once in care, 64 percent of us believe that we’ll receive worse treatment than whites do. And there are more to these numbers than the entrenched racism of a health care system in which African Americans are less often insured and have less access to health care than most.

As long as black AIDS deaths continue to rise, Crazy Eddie’s crew will keep home-court advantage in the black community. “In addition to the threat of the virus itself, many black people think that there are larger questions about which they have very serious doubts,” says Robert Fullilove. “These doubts aren’t going to be calmed by showering folks with facts and figures or the preaching of noted scientists. If we don’t face the fact that this is part of the HIV/AIDS dialogue, our failure to take it into account is going to cost us. The us I’m referring to is not just African Americans, but anyone who’s interested in waging an effective battle against the epidemic.”

Conclusion:

The Aids medical crime to destroy Africans and African-Americans is a hidden secret covered up for ages by Europe and America, but one scientist Johan Van Dongen can’t be silenced. His book Aids and Ebola, the greatest medical crime against mankind reveals it all.

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