Fi Real
Holland Doctor
Prelude
of my Thoughts
Before I began writing I read through these statements several times as
to confirm the breached of agreement by the medical associations in the
Netherlands. It is wise that you the passing readers do the same as to
be more aware of your fundamental rights as a patient while living or
visiting Holland. Remember we are humans first and patient last. Due to
greed of governmental power most doctors have forsaken their oath to heal
and stop suffering.
The Oath
of Hippocrates
"I SWEAR by Apollo the physician, and Aesculapius, and Health, and
All-heal, and all the gods and goddesses, that, according to my ability
and judgment, I will keep this Oath and this stipulation to reckon him
who taught me this Art equally dear to me as my parents, to share my substance
with him, and relieve his necessities if required; to look upon his offspring
in the same footing as my own brothers, and to teach them this art, if
they shall wish to learn it, without fee or stipulation; and that by precept,
lecture, and every other mode of instruction, I will impart a knowledge
of the Art to my own sons, and those of my teachers, and to disciples
bound by a stipulation and oath according to the law of medicine, but
to none others. I will follow that system of regimen which, according
to my ability and judgment, I consider for the benefit of my patients,
and abstain from whatever is deleterious and mischievous. I will give
no deadly medicine to any one if asked, nor suggest any such counsel;
and in like manner I will not give to a woman a pessary to produce abortion.
With purity and with holiness I will pass my life and practice my Art.
I will not cut persons laboring under the stone, but will leave this to
be done by men who are practitioners of this work. Into whatever houses
I enter, I will go into them for the benefit of the sick, and will abstain
from every voluntary act of mischief and corruption; and, further from
the seduction of females or males, of freemen and slaves. Whatever, in
connection with my professional practice or not, in connection with it,
I see or hear, in the life of men, which ought not to be spoken of abroad,
I will not divulge, as reckoning that all such should be kept secret.
While I continue to keep this Oath unviolated, may it be granted to me
to enjoy life and the practice of the art, respected by all men, in all
times! But should I trespass and violate this Oath, may the reverse be
my lot!"
Translation from the Greek by Ludwig Edelstein. From The Hippocratic Oath: Text, Translation, and Interpretation, by Ludwig Edelstein. Baltimore: Johns Hopkins Press, 1943.
Modern
Version of Hippocratic Oath
"I swear to fulfill, to the best of my ability and judgment, this
covenant: I will respect the hard-won scientific gains of those physicians
in whose steps I walk, and gladly share such knowledge as is mine with
those who are to follow. I will apply, for the benefit of the sick, all
measures which are required, avoiding those twin traps of overtreatment
and therapeutic nihilism. I will remember that there is art to medicine
as well as science, and that warmth, sympathy, and understanding may outweigh
the surgeon's knife or the chemist's drug. I will not be ashamed to say
"I know not," nor will I fail to call in my colleagues when the skills
of another are needed for a patient's recovery. I will respect the privacy
of my patients, for their problems are not disclosed to me that the world
may know. Most especially must I tread with care in matters of life and
death. If it is given me to save a life, all thanks. But it may also be
within my power to take a life; this awesome responsibility must be faced
with great humbleness and awareness of my own frailty. Above all, I must
not play at God. I will remember that I do not treat a fever chart, a
cancerous growth, but a sick human being, whose illness may affect the
person's family and economic stability. My responsibility includes these
related problems, if I am to care adequately for the sick. I will prevent
disease whenever I can, for prevention is preferable to cure. I will remember
that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my
fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm.
If I do not violate this oath, may I enjoy life and art, respected while
I live and remembered with affection thereafter. May I always act so as
to preserve the finest traditions of my calling and may I long experience
the joy of healing those who seek my help."
Upon graduation, many medical students take a modern version of the oath written by Louis Lasagna in 1964.
"Overtreatment
and Therapeutic Nihilism"
Medicine from the Frontline
The Third Reich Continues
The Dutch system of medical practice is the same like any other Dutch enterprising business malicious with evil intent on exploitation. A model of such example is a medical center known as Gezondheidscentrum Tongelre, one of Eindhoven's Auschwitz. Like most humans I am not the healthiest person on the planet due years of pleasurable indulging. The difference with me is... I do not mind dying especially with quacks running around stating they are doctors, because their family bought them a medical degree to hang on their living room wall. I do know the Dutch are related to the Germans but I did not realise they practice the same Nazi style medicine and pill pushing. Oops I forgot how the Dutch pilgrims used germ warfare of the pox against Native American tribes to steal an island now called Manhattan, or the medical conditions of the full-blacks South Africans and Indonesian under Dutch Apartheid governmental system of slavery. So far in my medical excursions in Holland I have met several of Dr. Josef Mengel prodigy. These two strike fear in me, they are A.A.M.Schoenmaker-Willemse and A.J.S van der Plaat. Germany of the old had the Third Reich, but most champions for humanity and history have not realized that Hitler's Third Reich is based on the Dutch's First Reich, which is still going strong around the World.
In tradition
of Auschwitz, Dr Josef Mengel prodigies
Let us take a look back at a moment in the past to get clarity and focus; on 03/11/01 my wife was eight months pregnant with our daughter Ama. She was in need of protein and since we are both strict vegetarians, the only source of high protein while living here in Holland is fruits and nuts. After a quick stop at the supermarket we loaded up the car and proceeded to head home. Within few seconds of departing from the parking space we were struck by a speeding mini van. The full force of the impact was felt by me in the driver seat as well as the force of the blow pushed our car about 50 meters away from the initial impact. What accords next was an astonishment, I was able to get out of the car with only pain to my ribs, back, neck, left leg and a cut on my forehead where my head broke the window of the car. The pain was great but my concern was my pregnant wife as well as the food in the car. If no one were around the native would steal the food with little to no concerns for the victims.
25 kmh
Speed Demon Statement of lie
The person who hit us is called Louis Geraldo (/Geroldo) Winnik (22-11-1964) did not have his driver licence so he made a call on his mobile phone and before the police arrived he had the necessary documents to prove his Dutch nationality when they came. When the police finally came, I noticed when things got from bad to worst after the handshakes and sudden smiling faces between the police and this speed demon. By their falsifying of evidence and refusal to photo documented the scene my observations became accurate. Instead there was an insistent force by the police and the person who hit us to sign some documents of conspiracy while the paramedics were attending to my pregnant wife. The paramedics wanted us to be at the hospital, the crooked cop and friend wanted a signature as well as to tow/impound our car with the food that we had just bought.
Left ribs
area and leg damage
First, the person who hit us tried to get me to sign his falsified document I refused, he looked at the police, the police then took the document from his hands and now was trying to get me sign it, but I still refused. In closer observation of the police request I noticed the diagram of the impacting vehicles was incorrect. Since, there were no blood or bodies flat lining on the scene, the officer stated with even more insistent force that I must sign this document in order for the paramedics to leave. After stating that I disagreed with this document again and I got reassurance that this would not be the actual documented report, with great distrust I only printed my name instead of a given signature mark. After arriving at the emergency room we waited for an hour and there were no doctors attend us just two Nurses reading magazines after they took our personal data of names and who would be paying the medical bill. We got more frustrated and left. We walked all the way back to our home without any medical attention. The anaesthetic for my pain was anger, mostly at myself on the thought that a fast one, a con by the police and the speed demon had just accorded. Later I would learn the gravity of my error. Now I donēt sign any Dutch documents unless there is an English version.
Breaking
the side glass with Ank's forehead
Happily, the due date came and my daughter was born without complications into the world on December 23rd, 2001. Still with no medical treatment to my body, because my primary doctor A.A.M.Schoenmaker-Willemse was out sailing around the World. In my request of transfer to her colleague A.J.S van der Plaat, I was told no because it would be a conflict of interest for the doctor to take another doctor's patient. This was a shocking and confusing reply to me because the physician's function is to induce healing not creating mental aliment upon their patients. Ok... I left the matter at that with the contention that yes it is ok I will die but thatēs fine because we all must die sometime.
Sadly, there were still more medical malpractice experiences that my family and I would encounter at the medical center known as Gezondheidscentrum Tongelre, one of Eindhoven's Auschwitz. Several months passed by and my daughter was getting bigger as well as the pain in my body was getting more frequent, especially after a 20 minute walk or drive. It was time for one of my daughter annual check ups. In declaration of my daughter's lactose intolerant, my wife and I were clearly told for recognition of my daughter's health condition we must first poison her, and then bring her poisoned body as proof. May be it was the Jewish blood running through my veins that immediately felt the impacting reality of the Third Reich medical practice in modern Dutch society.
Adding to the mental stress of my family was now the insurance companies. After I reported the incident with a witness statement affidavit to the IAK, the insurance company with coverage on the car I was driving, I did not hear from them until few months later, when they sent me an invoice of increasing coverage stating the police report stated that I was at wrong. I asked about the affidavit statement, I was told it would not be used because the statement came from my wife, even if she was in the car at the time it was struck by the other vehicle.
In this concluding phone conversation with my insurance company, I was told to prove otherwise, I must call the police department and the other insurance company to get a new affidavit statement from another witness. With an hour I had complied on their wishes except for the new affidavit statement. The other insurance company told me that they could not help me, the police department told me, yes there was another witness, but they could not release that person contact information to me, my insurance company had to request this data. So with this new information I again sparked on a phone conversation with IAK, after several uncurious responds because I do not speak Dutch, I was able to speak to some one willing to speak to me in English. Now I was being told by the voice representing IAK, "sorry there is nothing we/IAK can do, this matter is close and the charges will remain", then they hung up the phone on me.
Of course I was not very happy, I am not a sadist, I do not pay individuals or companies to abuse me. I was paying for rude service, so I went to their company office here in Eindhoven to share my discontent openly, in other words I raised hell. Suddenly, someone was sent forward to hear my dissatisfactions. Mr. A Coersen, he was more empathic to my case because his girlfriend/wife was a full-black person and she had similar encounter of predicable prejudice by his fellow Netherlands Netherlanders. With more reassurance I was told he would be looking into this matter right away. Some time later, I received the phone called stating I would not be charged an increase on my rate and they would refund what they already collected from my family's income. Another witness had giving clear accounts of my actions to be in correct and not at fault. As to getting payment for my car the other insurance company Generali verzekeringsgroep which is based in Diemen, Holland, their contact person(s) M.J. Voogd and M.Dekker had refused to make payment even after learning about the falsify police report. Therefore, there is nothing his company can do about that. Special rhetorical note: the witness was on the scene before the police came, so why did the police lie, subsequently, caused mental and financial stress to my household. I wonder if my black skin and I am being an immigrant had anything to do with it... hmmmm.
Crooked
Police Report (click here
to enlarge)
Within this chaos and stress my family living got worst, the depression was taking a toll. I couldn't sleep on the bed because of the increasing pain. My wife insisted that I went to the "doctor", because it's best to check out why I am having these pains. Reluctantly, I went to the quack Dr. Josef Mengel prodigy A.A.M.Schoenmaker-Willemse. After a year and half this was our first meeting of twenty minutes and a recommendation to have physical therapy, but after two visitations to her recommended establishment I found it to be dissatisfactory and discontinued my interaction with the Gezondheidscentrum Tongelre, one of Eindhoven's Auschwitz and their associations. Unfortunately, the pain in my body recalled my intention so again my wife made an appointment with the physician. I was somewhat relieved in learning the regular quack was again on vacation, but her substitute would see me.
Again observation of my pain area was made and again recommendation was made for me to have physical therapy. This time we managed get a therapist in the township 15 minutes away from our home but after one visitation we received a called stating our insurance does not cover her services therefore, she could not continue without payment. A month passed we were able to secure another therapist service. After a month of her service, once a week for an hour, she had to go on vacation. I did not visit her substitute because I had my filled on Dutch personality in the medical establishment.
Yet again my statement was short lived with recent excursion to Eindhoven's Auschwitz, Gezondheidscentrum Tongelre after still experiencing continual pain from car impact. It was several months since last seeing Dr. Josef Mengel prodigy A.A.M.Schoenmaker-Willemse, again she wished to see the area of my complaining pain, with slight notation I was advised to have blood test and x-rays which I did the next day and within the following week the results stated it was normal for both the x-rays and the blood test for disease. I was very happy, but the results still did not explain why I am still having pain. In my recommendation to have a Computed Axial Tomography scan, better known as "CAT" scan. My theory was to have a more advance diagnosis on my aliments but to my surprise, I was refused on the grounds that she/the quack, the charlatan of a doctor saw no reason for one. In asking my other options she stated there is none, she could not do anymore for me because I only went twice to her associated therapist.
Due to her incompetent and other malpractice skills, it was right there and then I realised this person is not a real doctor she was causing harm not healing to other humans. Her prescription of continual therapeutic over-treatments was causing mental illness to my being. Due to the complications of my physical pains, in her absence of being "a doctor", I have undergone four therapists experimenting with acupressure and electrical therapy upon my body. One therapist even mentioned that I should try doing some dancing or go to the beach of which neither worked. In her presence after clearly reiterating the areas of pains my voice became silence to ears no longer upholding the fundamental practice of medicine, which is to "heal and cause no harm". The quack of a doctor also suggested I should workout even after I told her I possessed a black belt in martial art and working out is a fundamental aspect in breathing. Also the pain I was feeling was more than muscle damage. My guess is, it becomes an offence to tell a Dutch doctor what's your aliment, they rather prescribed pharmaceutical and physical therapeutic over-treatments then treat the root of humanēs aliment.
Now my only solitude from this harsh environment called Holland is the space I rest my head. After the many encounters of similar despair, my mental state is such; I no longer wish to have creative dialogue with Dutch personalities. I don't like it here; I don't like the people because they're viscous as well as very evil. My home, my refuge is my writing and my music producing, this helps with my serenity towards my ultimate goal, my Master Degree in Art Education. In the event that I might die from the complications of my pains due to a Dutch person driving too fast, the police lying, the insurance companies denying and the doctors in a state of cooperating blind, I have written these words for future generations of scholars to beware the humans holding identity cards stating they are Dutch, from Holland, Netherlands Netherlanders.
Some may think I am going a bit over board but the facts of history will prove otherwise. Likewise I have met other Netherlands Netherlanders with more horrid episodes of medical malpractices of Auschwitz institutionalism by their brothers and sisters of enterprising business with malicious evil intent on exploitation by Dr Josef Mengel prodigy staffs in resident. "Straying far from the oath of healing."
Written By Ank Justice SteadySpear
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