Medical Science—Our Late President
EVEN were it within the province of this magazine, but little
could be added to what has already been said in honor of our dead
Every lover of justice was staggered
when news of the cowardly crime of that anarchistic idiot was flashed
throughout the civilized world. Prejudice was everywhere forgotten
and the sympathy of all true men and women was extended to the sufferer.
Even those hypocritical scribblers who gloated in secret over the
downfall of the martyred President were compelled, for the sake
of appearances, to assume a sympathy they could not feel.
No one was more deeply interested
than I in the detailed description of the extent of his injuries.
“Will he recover?” was on every one’s
My own conclusion, upon carefully
considering the conditions, was that he would recover, provided
inflammation was not induced by forced or too early feeding.
“He will live if the doctors don’t
kill him,” I remarked to several of my friends.
My opinion of medical science needs
no reiteration here. The editorial which precedes this, and which
was written previous to the shooting of the President, clearly sets
forth my views upon feeding in acute disease, if the reader has
not read previous issues of this magazine.
And a gunshot or any serious wound
has a similar influence upon the functional system to an acute disease.
It is an acute disease—it is a sore in the process of healing, accompanied
by fever and inflammation.
Almost the entire vital strength is
centred upon the one object recovering from the shock and healing
Day by day I closely watched the despatches
[sic] in reference to the President for an account of the
feeding process that I believed would surely begin too soon. [C][D]
Day by day the President grew stronger,
and there was no sign of a tendency to feed except with some beef
tea, which is hardly food, and by an enemeta, which is not feeding
in any sense, as it was clearly proven in President Garfield’s case
that it does not nourish the body in the slightest degree.
The third, fourth, fifth day passed;
still he grew stronger.
The anxiety was over. “The President
will recover” was heard everywhere on the morning of the sixth day.
The first edition of the N. Y. Evening World of the 12th
published the following:
“Dr. McBurney was so satisfied
with the President’s condition that he left Buffalo for this
city this afternoon. He says Mr. McKinley will soon be able
to sit up.”
Dr. McBurney, as will be noted in
the clipping which follows, was the physician who considered heavy
feeding so necessary to the recovery of his patient, notwithstanding
the plain fact that the patient had improved so much in the six
days of fasting that he considered his presence unnecessary.
My friends, there are some men into
whose heads brains could not be inserted even with a pickaxe. Even
experience can teach them nothing, and any facts which tend to controvert
their pet theories are cast aside like water from a duck’s back.
But in the first edition of the N.
Y. Evening Journal on that day appeared the following:
“Dr. McBurney, who remained
in the house a while longer than the other physicians, laid
particular stress on the fact that the President is able to
take a great deal of nourishment, which is an important factor
in the treatment of his case.”
In the first edition of the Telegram
“The news from the bedside of
the President to-day is all that could be desired. He slept
well during the night, and was so much improved this morning
that he was given a meal of coffee, toast and chicken broth.
His appetite was good and his spirits were so high that after
breakfast he appealed to Dr. McBurney to be allowed to smoke
The statements contained in the
last two clippings were danger signals as direful as the original
wound itself. The President was a fleshy, well-nourished man. He
could have been nourished without feeding by his own body for from
thirty to sixty days.
But with only six days for the two
gunshot wounds in his stomach to heal he was considered able to
take solid food.
Were you surprised, my friends—you,
who have read this magazine issue after issue—were you surprised
after reading that the President drank a cup of coffee, ate a piece
of toast (as indigestible as charcoal) soaked in beef juice (making
it still more difficult to digest)—were you surprised when you read
on the following day, the 13th, the direful news that appeared in
the following clippings:—
“President McKinley’s condition
is very critical, but at 5 o’clock this morning Secretary Wilson
“‘The President is a little better.
We have not given up hope.’
“The grave turn in the President’s
condition resulted from the administration of solid food.
“Toxemia set in and an utter collapse
followed the use of purgatives to relieve the patient.
“From midnight until 4 .
. the President’s life was despaired
of. The strongest stimulants were administered to keep up his
—Evening World, Sept. 13.
“The explanation given was that
the accumulation of undigested food in the stomach had at that
time become as rank as ptomaine, and that a bolus of calomel
and oil had to be given.
“It was exceedingly drastic. When
relief came exhaustion followed.”
—Evening Telegram, Sept. 13.
Feed a wounded man in no condition
to digest or use food, then give him a “bolus of calomel and oil”
in order to rid him of the food!
May the Almighty Power protect me
and mine from the fiendish ignorance of a so-called science that
believes the knowledge it possesses is superior to the laws of nature
or even the laws of God!
Science? Science of what, pray?
Science of ignorance! That is the
science of medicine to-day, and it will remain the science of medicine
as long as its representatives persist in retarding, paralyzing
and even at times destroying the curative powers of the body by
poisoning with stimulants and enforced feeding.
We were all prepared for the news
that came the morning of the 14th.
The toast, saturated in beef juice—May
God forgive the fools!—the cup of coffee and other nourishment and
stimulants considered necessary, together with the continuous goading
of the heart and other functions with poisons, had done their work.
Another martyr to the cause of medical
experimentation was added to the list that is already swelled by
millions upon millions of names.
“You, my friend, when you read the
news on the morning of the 14th, were your eyes dry?”
Our President may have had his faults.
We all have our share. But to be shot in such a cowardly manner—like
a steer being led to slaughter—and then to become the martyr to
stimulating poisons and enforced nourishment. It was too much!
Even the most hardened heart must
have been touched at the absolute helplessness of the poor victim.
From the highest office in the land to the weakness of a babe in
a moment. That was his fate.
I read the startling head lines [sic]
that announced the sorrowful news—I had expected it—yet it came
as a shock. Death, when it comes thus prematurely, is horrible.
Death is beautiful only in the evening of life. Then it is natural,
it is expected—it is even sought for eagerly. Life has then served
its purpose as do the autumn leaves that wither, fall and disappear.
I read a few lines in description
of the death scene. The paper fell from my hands. A deep sorrow
for the President oppressed me. But as my thoughts turned to the
cause of his death, to the stimulating, the enforced feeding, a
great wave of sorrow engulfed me—not so much for our President,
but for the thousands, even millions of human beings who are to-day
suffering and dying in the grasp of the same medical superstition
that was the real, direct cause of President McKinley’s death.
Great Heavens! can nothing be done
to stop this horrible devastating influence of drugs, enforced feeding
and medical ignorance?
I want help. I cry as a soul opppressed
[sic] in anguish for help to save the poor victims who are
struggling for life and health and strength, while food and poison
are forced down their throats, thus feeding and prolonging, day
after day—on and on to death itself—the very disease they are attempting
to cure. I may be wrong. All the theories advanced here may be untrue,
but even in the minds of the most skeptical there may be a slight
suspicion that there is some truth in the statements made. Be that
suspicion ever so slight, you, my reader, owe it to yourself, to
all [E][F] those you hold most dear,
to satisfy yourself by calm, unprejudiced investigations, whether
or not there is the slightest foundation for these statements.
If these statements are true, you
have been duped all your life by false theories, by drugs and drug
vendors, and though such an admission is not satisfying to your
self-conceit it is satisfying to your body—it will mean that ill-health
is a “thing” of the past, and that from that time onward you will
be your own master, in body as well as in mind.
The official autopsy of the President’s
body states that death was caused directly by the bullet. Funny
that it should take eight days for death to be produced by this
bullet, and that for six days he was recovering rapidly even in
spite of the heart stimulation, until his blood was poisoned by
Dr. Mynter says in the World,
September 15, that “it was the gangrene which developed all along
the track of the bullet that caused Mr. McKinley’s death.”
Is it not possible, my medical friends,
that this gangrenous condition was produced by the poison created
from the undigested food which caused such serious distress that
a “bolus of calomel and oil” was given to remove it?
And still you wonder why the track
of the bullet was in a gangrenous condition.
How easy it would be for one charged
with a crime to free himself of all guilt if he only, or his professional
brethren, were allowed to collect and present the evidence relating
to his case.
My opinion may not be worth much,
but I believe firmly that had President McKinley been compelled
to fast as Nature clearly indicates in the healing of all acute
inflammatory conditions, whether produced by a wound or an acute
disease, that he would to-day still be the living acting Chief Executive
of the United States.