Sunday, February 8, 2015

When You and Your Children Play as Tribute in the Vaccine Hunger Games

Scrolling through the debates, the mindless comments on articles, the newsfeed littered with vaccination discussion, it reminds you of something.

It wears on your self-esteem even if you claim it shouldn't, or say it won't. It stills your heart when you read the words. You've read them before. None of them are new in the debate. But, still, the weight they carry emphasizes the gravity of their meaning.

It's the knowledge that YOU are worthless. YOU are the one they said deserved to die, deserved to be maimed, deserved to feel pain, deserved to fall over the cliff. YOU are the one who had to be sacrificed because others deserve to live more than you and to be happier and healthier than you.

See, when you're the faceless casualty of their war on disease, you're not even deserving of a nod of respect or a thank you. Not only will you never get a "thank you" or a nod, or a moment of silence, but when you or your family bring up the vaccine reactions, you'll be attacked.

They'll deny it. They'll laugh in your face. They'll call you stupid, crazy, attention-seeker. They'll say you're parents are looking for something to blame. They'll say at least you didn't die from your vaccine-induced measles/polio/whatever.

But, the inflammatory ones aren't the worst. It's the callous, calmly truthful ones that set a chill.

"So, some kids are going to be the 2 out of 100,000. That's to be expected."
"Reactions are rare, but they happen. That's life."
"I know some people will die, but that's necessary to save more lives."
"Some children are going to get hurt, but it's justified to help others."

The ones who know, the ones who openly admit it, who type with you late into the night, acknowledging that you're the one who must suffer so they can enjoy their supposed theory of herd health. Those are the worst.

Even if it's justified, though. Let's hold onto that thought. Let's say it's justified to deliberately use a program knowing it will kill some people, but potentially save others. Shouldn't the emotional response at least be...solemn? Respectful? Grave? Compassionate even?

We as a society want to compel parents to obey, to participate in a program that like a lottery might end up maiming or killing their children. In exchange, potentially other citizens will be saved.

If that's the plan, when someone is maimed or killed, shouldn't there be some kind of respectful note of gratitude, a community acknowledging the sacrifice parents made for the rest? Instead, you get spit in the face, laughed at, or labeled with mental illnesses. If you keep your story private, people assume you don't vaccinate because you listened to a celebrity. If you share your story, then people disrespect your child or claim that you're lying for attention.

And then there are the ones who fought. The ones who went to the vaccine injury court, and spent thousands, and fought, often for months or years to get their child's case in front of a judge. Afterwards, they are legally gagged, unable to talk about what happened. Stuck listening to people prattle on about how "rare" vaccine injuries are and how they've "never heard of a vaccine injury." Their mouths taped shut, their eyes staring at the screen with tears in them.

My daughter Lorrin Kain was injured by her one and only Diphtheria, Pertussis and Tetanus, (DPT), vaccine April 27, 1994. It was on that day Lorrin became a statistic. I also became a statistic just for being her mother. The government felt my daughter's life was an appropriate exchange for what they refer to as herd immunity. She was sacrificed for the health of all babies.

International Memorial for Vaccine Victims

Search the government database for vaccine reactions

Vaccine injury awareness slideshow

Hear this well

Remembering the fallen

If you would like your or your child's story linked, please let me know.


  1. Unfortunately when it comes to the perceived anonymity of the internet people can be much crueler and cold than they would be in real life. I am trully sorry for your suffering