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An edited version of this article was published on the Mamamia web site on November 15, 2012
with the title "The anti-vaxxers want us to live in a world of diseases."
I recently spent a few weeks on crutches because of a broken ankle, and I had a vaccination against pneumonia today. These reminded me of my earliest memory of being vaccinated.
Shortly after my twelfth birthday I was rushed to hospital to have my appendix removed. Back in those days it wasn't the simple keyhole job it is today so I had to spend a few days in the hospital to recuperate. Another thing about the olden days was that there was no gender separation, and one of the other patients in the children's ward at Hornsby Hospital was a girl about ten or eleven years old.
I can still remember what she looked like, even after all these years. She had a round face with very pink cheeks. Her hair was red, and even though it was cut short you could see that it had a curl in it. I can only remember her face and hair and not what the rest of her looked like because the rest of her was enclosed in a steel box. The steel box was an iron lung, and it was doing her breathing for her because she had been infected with polio. She was quite cheerful, which must have been difficult. I don't know what happened to her later and she may very well have been one of the lucky ones who through intensive rehabilitation was eventually able to survive outside the box, but at the time the general expectation was that once someone went into an iron lung they spent the rest of their life there.
I have a cousin who is a couple of years younger than me. One day when he was young he fell over, and when he got up he complained about how sore his leg was. His parents rushed him to the doctor and were given the good news that the pain was due to some muscle damage that he had sustained when he fell. His very best friend lived two streets away. A few days after Phillip's incident, Frank fell over, and when he got up he complained about how sore his leg was. His parents rushed him to the doctor and were given the bad news. It was polio. Frank died earlier this year after spending almost all of his life in a wheelchair.
My best friend in primary school was one of the lucky ones. He walked with a limp but he didn't need the leg callipers that were on at least one child in every class I was in from kindergarten onwards. I still remember how we had to make allowances in playground games for the kids who weren't quite as mobile as the rest of us. I also remember that an entire age cohort missed out on swimming lessons because of a fear that public swimming pools were places where polio could spread easily.
These were frightening times.
A couple of years before my appendix decided that it needed removing the vaccinators arrived at my school. All the kids who hadn't shown any signs of contracting polio (and even those who had) lined up for the shots. A nurse painted our arms with iodine and another one injected us from a stainless steel syringe. Many children cried, both before and after the injection. Some might even have fainted afterwards. Nobody objected. There were no exceptions, there were no conscientious objections. There was a universal feeling that this was something that had to be done to protect children from an incurable disease that came on suddenly and left death and disability behind.
Most people today have never seen a case of polio, and this includes doctors. That is why we have the luxury today of arguing about the value and safety of vaccines. Yes, there were people who objected to the polio vaccine when it was first introduced but they were treated with the ridicule they deserved, just as anti-vaccinators should be treated today.
An article of faith for anti-vaccination liars is that polio was never eradicated by vaccination but was just renamed. When you ask these people where the leg callipers and iron lungs are today they have no answer except more lies and obfuscation. They know the truth but their insane ideology does not allow them to admit it. That is why I call them "liars". That is why they must never be treated with respect. I've seen the world that these creatures want our children to live in and I don't want to go back there. All I need to remind me that they have to be despised and treated with disgust is to remember a little girl who could still smile at a boy who, unlike her, could run, breathe and play games. Like any child should be able to do.