VIRUSMYTH HOMEPAGE
THE STORY OF THE SUICIDE GENE
By Jon Rappoport
AIDS Inc.; Scandal of the Century
In several big cities across America, simultaneously seventeen carpenters
have committed suicide. This takes a while to discover, of course. But
computers, digesting facts of police inquiries all over the country bring
this odd fact up. And, of course, it is an odd fact. Why should this happen?
No one can answer that.
But right away a search commences for the cause. One enterprising researcher,
Doctor X, has a pet theory. He's nursed this for years, has written articles
about it, has garnered grant monies, has headed up investigative teams.
The teams, though, don't actually go out into the field and paw over crimes,
they study human genes in a lab in Maryland.
Doctor X believes that there is a gene in the human which controls the
act of suicide. This gene can be switched on or off, but when it is ON,
the owner of the gene eventually commits suicide. The suicide gene is hard
to trigger, but when some unknown factor does it, there is no turning back.
That's the basic reason for violence in the world, always has been.
All the hogwash about upbringing, poverty, drug addiction, abusive fathers,
character flaws, juvenile jails, starvation - all this is incidental to
the suicide gene. Without the gene being switched on, nothing happens.
Doctor X is overjoyed about these carpenters because it gives him a
clear field for research.
Now suppose (and I'm not here trying to mimic what has actually been
done in the field of human genetics) Doctor X has mapped out seven genes
and claims to know what human functions they invariably regulate. Many
journal articles argue against these "discoveries," but Doctor
X has been gaining adherents over the years, and his fortunes are on the
rise. Not because of his science, mind you, but mainly because the idea
of genes regulating behaviour in general is becoming more accepted. So
he has some leverage.
Now he begins to research tissue samples of the seventeen carpenters;
he has a new theory about how to analyse genes from those samples. This
method is not known to 99% of human geneticists, but Doctor X has lots
of equipment there in his lab, and seven people are necessary to run just
several of the large machines at his disposal.
A period of silence ensues. Several years. At the end of this period,
Doctor X wearily and in triumph emerges from his lab and tells the world,
through the press, that he has once and for all isolated the suicide gene.
In the cases of these seventeen carpenters, he has, moreover, discovered,
in general at least, how the gene comes to be switched on.
Since he is backed by federal money, his pronouncements go unchallenged;
it's clear tat the scales have been tipped. More money is going to roll
downhill towards Doctor X, and scientists want to be on the correct side
of the incline. They're not stupid. They need research money, too.
Besides, more suicides are beginning to occur, and not just among carpenters.
There is another group. Alaskan fishermen. They're jumping off their boats
in increasing numbers. Actually, all suicides in the US are up for the
year.
Suicides in the U.S., Haiti, Africa, and Brazil are all up for the year.
Doctor X publishes a paper indicating that these statistics are significant.
Already, people are beginning to ignore the first odd revelation that
seventeen carpenters committed suicide. That is dropping out of the memory
of most Americans. Hell, we seem to have an epidemic of sorts going on,
one which embraces, or could come embrace, the globe.
And now comes the sensational revelation. Artists in New York living
below Houston Street are committing suicide too.
Doctor X appears on TV once every couple of months, assuring Americans
that he is working on this devilish problem of trying to understand the
complete mechanism by which the suicide gene is turned on. One thing, he
stresses, is clear. There is a contagion of gene-activation. People are
contacting other people, shaking hands, accidentally bumping shoulders,
and the contact alone is somehow producing an interactive chemical effect
which causes the suicide gene to activate. Therefor, on sheer probabilities,
it is best to avoid crowds, and it is best to limit contacts with strangers.
Well, many people live by these principles anyway. So they were right
all along. They just didn't know why.
Soon 80% of all grant monies being dished out by the feds to curb the
new suicide epidemic are aimed at understanding the suicide gene better.
Around the U.S., at universities, researchers are privately grumbling about
Doctor X. how did he really prove that activation is created by personal
contact involving a chemical triggering of some kind?
But the grumbling is private, because grant monies are at stake. Reputations
can be broken by publicly taking Doctor X to task.
Rumors begin to ooze out of Doctor X lab. X really has no way of verifying
that this suicide gene controls suicide or has anything to do with that
desperate act. X has been ranting of late against suggestions that exotic
cofactors, catalysts, might be involved in switching on the suicide gene.
"No cofactors!" he screams at least once a day. "All
you need is the gene and simple chemical triggers. Suicide has nothing
to do with anything else."
Several scientists actually come out into the open and say that the
whole gene theory is sheer tripe, that suicide may not even be a single
phenomenon to start with. That is, there may be vastly different reasons
for ending one's own life, and the assumption that one suicide is exactly
like another is absurd.
To which defenders of Doctor X scornfully reply: "We have an epidemic
on our hands and these people are living in the dark ages with their multiple-cause
theory. We have to do something right now about this revisitation of the
black plague, and these gainsayers, professional critics, are trying to
take us back into the past, back into ignorance. We have to move forward."
Of course, it is impossible to set up a controlled experiment to prove
that Doctor X's gene causes suicide. If he's right, mechanical activation
of the gene would cause immediate suicide. What experimental volunteer
is going to stand still for that?
But many researchers point out that one aspect of the epidemic essentially
proves Doctor X's theory is true: Otherwise healthy New York bakers, who
almost never, by actual count, commit suicide, have begun to kill themselves
- and this has happened always after contact, on the lower East Side of
NY, with high-risk artists and/or carpenters (whom they've contracted to
do repairs in their shops).
What else does one need to prove, neatly and perfectly, in order to
know finally that the suicide gene is alive and well and communicable?
But several researchers scratch a little below the surface and find
that, of those bakers who apparently have come into contact with high-risk
carpenters and artists, only 2% have committed suicide, and some of those
had terminal cancer. But this study is ignored by the researchers who are
landing grants to study the suicide gene's mechanism.
In the next several years, there are more disturbing stories coming
out of Doctor X's lab and adjoining labs. Doctor X is negotiating with
several large pharmaceutical houses. He is thinking of leaving his position
with the government and starting his own firm - the purpose of which will
be to manufacture a drug which will directly interfere with the body chemicals
that react when a high-risk person meets in public an unaware victim. What
a boon this will be. By prophylactic use of this drug, a person will be
able to walk the streets without fear. If he meets a high-risk person and
the secret chemical contagion begins to occur - which would tragically
switch on his own suicide gene - the new drug will stop all that.
Several more fringe researchers make accusations about Doctor X's plans
to go into private drug-manufacture. This is essentially, they say, creating
a conflict in interest. Doctor X is now committed to his (unproven) theory
about the way the suicide gene is triggered, since he is planning to manufacture
a drug to stop that triggering process.
In fact, a number of prominent scientists are now proposing other scenarios
for how the suicide gene is switched on. Some think it happens by the transfer
of a virus from person to person. The virus attacks the genome of certain
nerve cells and triggers, accidentally, the suicide gene. Another story:
the suicide gene turns on when the temperature of the brain rises beyond
a certain point, and there could be many reasons for this heat-escalation,
including ordinary fevers.
Wait a minute. We thought the map was already laid out. We thought it
had definitely been proven that chemical reactions were set off the victim
when he contacted a high-risk person. If this part of the scenario is really
up for grabs, then Doctor X' plans to go into private manufacture of a
drug could really constitute an unconscionable bias - and since he is the
number one government researcher on the subject of suicide... shouldn't
he be disqualified and replaced?
Quietly, while Doctor X works in his lab trying to save us all, other
developments are taking place which will dwarf what is occurring there.
For the last several years, doctors and psychiatrists have been reporting
all suicides as part of the growing epidemic. Previously, there had been
some attempt to differentiate "ordinary suicides" committed for
obvious down-to-earth human reasons from those triggered, most probably,
by the gene after it was set off by contact with a high-risk person. But
now, all that nicety has gone by the boards. ALL suicides are added to
the rolls of the epidemic. Not only that, a pre-suicide state has been
defined and diagnosed. No statistics are being kept, but it's estimated
that 1.1 million Americans are in this pre-suicide state.
The symptoms? Restlessness, anxiety, depression. Whenever a doctor spots
signs of these, he can make a presumptive pre-suicide diagnosis. Studies
are beginning to show that, as time passes, more and more pre-S people
are turning into actual statistics.
Although no figures are released, beyond a specialized study of 3000
men from San Francisco, the word is, pre-S invariably leads to S. It's
a death sentence. Of course, when a doctor makes the pre-S determination
and so informs his patient, there is a strong hypnotic effect on the patient.
Very strong.
Furthermore, patients with small pimples, with minor skin rashes, with
headaches, with blurry vision from watching excessive amounts of TV, are
flooding into doctors' offices, fearing the worst, that they are pre-S.
A certain percentage leave the office with that diagnosis.
No one knows how long the incubation period is between pre-S and S.
But the capper comes when a friend and colleague of Doctor X makes this
startling announcement in a televised press conference: murder is actually
suicide.
Yes, an avalanche of studies undertaken over the last twenty years leave
no doubt that a murderer is actually trying to kill himself. The act of
killing in merely a mask for a biochemical event, the switching on of the
suicide gene.
Suddenly, all of history takes on a hue, new weight. All those wars,
those revolutions, those uprisings of the poor, those squashings of the
peasants underheel, those poisonings of rivers by large thoughtless corporations
- it's all a death wish, it's all suicide. It's all the same game. It always
was. It always will be.
If we thought we had an epidemic before, now the figures are monstrous.
Every murder is now reported to the authorities as a suicide.
Now there is no turning back. No dissent is brooked. This death business
is so horrible, so... contagious that we can't afford to debate strategies
and underlying causes. We have to march forward in the groove established
by the big-time researchers headed by Doctor X. the whole thrust of the
program is now to give more money so we can progress faster. A cure must
be found.
Villages, towns, cities, states are passing laws requiring the citizenry
to submit to pre-S testing. Complaints that these "tests" are
subjective and vague are squashed as counter-patriotic. Besides, we all
know that murder and suicide are really undertaken by certain types of
people, and they are not like us. They are genetically different, and who
knows, maybe some day we'll be able to prove that they're genetically inferior.
In the meantime, detention centers are being set up so that those who
show positive for the pre-S condition can be isolated. Speaking of isolation,
in labs all over the country, chimps and gorillas and rhesus monkeys are
being kept in sterile single isolation rooms where there is no sound, no
motion, no germs. These primates have been operated on. Brain surgeries
have been done, attempts to artificially switch on suicide genes, thus
proving that Doctor X's thesis is true. Unfortunately, although one hundred
plus primates have had the switching-on operation, none, after four-plus
years, has killed himself.
There is some speculation, though, that the sterile isolation rooms
may induce madness after enough years, which may in turn lead to suicide.
Insurance companies are funding research into the suicide gene, and
they are eagerly awaiting primate suicides. Their strategy is interesting:
they hope to rule out, as uninsurable, all those people who are diagnosed
as pre-S. after all, if a person id pre-S, while he is incubating his later
suicide, he most probably will be prone to developing stress-related illnesses,
which would ordinarily be covered by health plans. But if insurance companies
can get away with refusing to insure pre-S types, they will go on in glorious
days to develop complete genetic profiles of their applicants and thus
be able to reject, forever, inferior specimens.
Needless to say, as time passes, the odd fate of the original seventeen
suicide carpenters, and others whose suicides really did seem to be unusual
and a departure from pattern are ignored completely in the accumulating
hysteria.
No one takes notice (and here, admittedly, I oversimplify) that the
carpenters and the Alaskan fishermen and the artists are all using a new
brand of shellack which contains a compound that makes airplain glue seem
like room oderizer. The destruction of brain cells upon inhalation of this
sellack is nearly instantaneous and is quite extensive.
No one takes notice. Things are much too complicated now. With succeeding
redefinitions of Suicide (even certain cancers are now being included under
a category called Self-Created Terminal Conditions, in keeping with bland
assurances of pop psychologists), one finds it very hard to go back in
time and pick up the vague threads.
In fact, pre-S seems to be the condition everyone is focusing on. There
is no longer doubt that pre-S inevitably leads to S. The newspapers, TV,
media pick up on the new assumption and incorporate it into their stories.
Since pre-S is so important now, little side-maladies are being defined
that stick out from pre-S like spikes from an iron ball. First and foremost
is pre-S schizophrenia (PSS). A psychiatrist at a leading Boston University
publishes a list of early symptoms: sloppy hygiene; a sudden upsurge in
attendance at church; crossing out names in one's telephone index; taking
long walks alone; unbending paper clips; sudden anger; errors in paying
taxes; a change in speaking intonation, according to neighbours; unreasoned
fear of dentistry; discarding possessions; seeking to travel abroad for
no apparent reason.
Several preachers who have not yet been found sleeping with prostitutes
announce that these symptoms match one of the esoteric Bible prophecies.
Yes, in the end-times, just before the Encounter on the plain of Armageddon,
sinners afflicted with plagues will begin to exhibit strange, baffling
behaviours.
A new drug is introduced to treat those with pre-S. it is a cousin of
ethyl chloride, which is already known to destroy brain cells every time
it is inhaled. The new drug also attacks brain cells. It is thought that
by permanently warping areas of the brain, the suicide gene might have
no effect when it finally triggers. Of course, a state of considerable
mental depredation would already have taken place, from the drug therapy,
but some life is better than none.
A spokesman for a large insurance company publicly disagrees. He is
backing new detention legislation which will allow pre-S persons to ship
out to any number of South Pacific atolla. In these colonies, one would
be free from harassments by non pre-S types.
The U.S. intelligence community is busy making recommendations to the
National Security Council. Since we are faced with a global epidemic, we
should take advantage of the situation (before the other side does). The
basic plan is simple. Foreign governments, particularly in lands bearing
rich mineral reserves, should be wooed, with an eye toward their declaring
national states of emergency, based of large numbers of pre-S citizens.
U.S. medical representatives will assist. It will be made clear to these
governments that no better way exists to cement national control than through
medical channels. There are no political issues to promote, no ideologies
to enunciate. All that's needed is the insistence of medical authorities
that the Health Emergency dictates instituting curfews, postponing elections,
and establishing detention centers for the afflicted.
Any connection between some of the afflicted and political dissidents
is, of course, entirely coincidental.
Since casual personal contact with strangers can trigger the S-gene,
no gathering of more than three persons in any public place will be tolerated.
Sex, a very personal form of contact, will be restricted to those couples
registered as married.
Conceiving and giving birth will be subject to medical control, since
Society must be guard against pre-S mothers having pre-S babies.
"Tests are now being perfected" for detection of the S-gene
in a state of near-triggering, but in the meantime, behavioural symptoms
will be the guide. In this regard, a much larger list of early, intermediate,
and late signs is being published. Some additions include: skin rashes;
leathery patches on the face; speaking at excessive volume; losing objects;
refusal to answer the telephone; a prolonged sober expression...
About this time, a confidential internal memorandum, written from an
officer of a major pharmaceutical house to a member of the board, is leaked
to the press. It causes a stir for a day or two, then sinks beneath the
weight of new stories on pre-S.
From: HS
To: RY
Subject: Long Term Planning; What sort of research grant shall
we fund in the future?
The ideal disease, from a financial point of view, RY, would be one
in which the entire catalog of human symptoms were interlocked. In other
words, you could start from a sore throat, and know that all sore throats
were nothing more than ominous pre-conditions for the emergence of heavier
symptoms, like fever, like lowered T-cell counts. These, in turn, would
be locked on to another heavier branch of the disease-tree, which involved
malaise, melancholy, despondence.
And each branch of symptoms would involve tests to ascertain the
exactness of the patient's medical position.
On each branch, there would exist various drugs, various remedies.
Each drug would have toxic side-effects in various degrees, and would invoke
its own symptoms, which would show up later in more serious well-defined
elements of the disease, further down toward the trunk of the tree.
Ultimately, once you arrived on the trunk you would have a congealing
of psychological and physical symptoms requiring surgical removal of organs,
including, at last, the brain, which would be used for further research
on the one Disease.
Each new definitional phase of the Disease would of course involve
the office-visit for the diagnosis, and that diagnosis would give the patient
a jolt of depression. It would also, by dint of education, give him knowledge
of the whole tree, bit by bit. He would know that his current symptoms
were indicative of worse things to come. A sore throat would never be a
sore throat. It would be a prelude to probable disaster and would function,
to a degree, as self-fulfilling prophecy.
As I say, business-wise, this is the ideal Disease. The interlocking
of all human symptoms requiring more invasive intervention and thus, compounding
side-effects. The opposite extreme would be a sniffle that was regarded
merely as a sniffle...*
Source: 'AIDS Inc.; Scandal of the Century' Human Energy Press, San Bruno 1988.
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