Warning: The following piece is about war crimes against children.
As I have been saying privately for two years and writing publicly for a few months, we are in a Silent War. Western governments and their oligarch owners have declared war on free peoples and in all wars there are senseless causalities, and sometimes these are innocent children. When we are done mourning and grieving and celebrating their beautiful yet brief lives we must call them collectively by the names of the corporation and government agency (controlled by that corporation) that killed them - the Children of Pfizer or the Children of the FDA.
November 9, 2021 - Araranguá, Brazil
Vanessa Martins Figueiredo receives her first Pfizer shot. The next day she develops Bell’s Palsy. She suffers for a month before her condition deteriorates. She has trouble breathing and is put on oxygen. On January 2, 2022 she is taken by ambulance to the hospital where her condition worsens. Eight days later she dies age 13.1 There will be thousands more just like her because too many good people are standing by doing nothing. There will be many Children of Pfizer.
January 12, 2022 - Poland
Five minutes after reading Vanessa’s tragic story I passed by a bag filled with books in my hallway. The top book staring at me was The Fates of the Children of Lidice. I pulled it out of the bag and dusted off the cover and thought about all the Vanessas in the world who will needlessly suffer and their families too. I looked at the still bronze faces of the little Children of Lidice on the book cover. I thought about my young niece and nephew and the world that awaits them and then I almost lost it.
March, 2007 - Prague, Czech Republic
I moved into a modest apartment in a run down building near the Russian embassy in Prague. It was the former home of my Czech girlfriend’s parents, and before that it was home to her grandparents. Her parents had since moved to their farmhouse near Plzen so we took it over, a third generation. Every other weekend her retired father would stay with us while he played horn in the Friday and Saturday night shows with a local New Orleans style ragtime jazz band to make some extra cash. He was a short fella with a limp who didn’t speak much English. He drank his warm beer out of the bottle, ate his goulash and pretty much kept to himself. We got on splendidly.
His wife was short too and also disabled. She held her left forearm with her right hand. They had met many years earlier in a communist hospital. His lover died in the motorcycle accident he was in. Her lover died in the motorcycle accident she was in, both on the same day on different sides of town. Tragedy brought them together behind the iron curtain after many surgeries and then physical rehab. They lost their first son in infancy to poisoned medicine, something common in the communist bloc. No lawyers. No compensation. No culpability from the state, only mourning. After that they waited and had a son and at a pretty late stage in life they were blessed with a daughter.
One Saturday night when they were both in Prague they brought me to the apartment living room window overlooking the boulevard and explained how in 1968 Soviet tanks filled the streets with Russian soldiers shooting down the ‘Prague Spring’ protests that had enflamed the city. There were curfews and you needed papers to do anything. Food was rationed. It was hell.
Another weekend we were on a walk in a part of town where he was gimping along trying to keep up with his daughter and I and he stopped us and pointed to an intersection where an allied crate dropped by parachute had landed when he was a young boy. He and his friends rushed to open it before it was seized by the Nazi occupiers. There were papers (allied propaganda leaflets) and chocolate. It was the first time he ever had chocolate.
On another walk he stopped us and pointed to an intersection that lead off to the highway exit toward Dresden. My girlfriend translated the story of how Czech resistance fighters attacked a Nazi motorcar at that very intersection in 1942, killing an important SS man and enraging Hitler. Then her father mentioned Lidice but wouldn’t continue. It was too morbid he said. “What’s Lidice?” I asked. He wouldn’t say. His daughter didn’t know. The next day we got on a bus to go see the village just outside Prague.
May 27, 1942 - Prague, Czechoslovakia
Reinhard Heidrich was appointed the “Protector of Moravia and Ostrava” in 1941 by Hitler. He was a fearless and savage general who helped organize and settle the Third Reich’s “Jewish problem”. Hitler dubbed him “the man with the iron heart”.
In late December two Czech soldiers in exile who had trained with British commandos parachuted into Czechoslovakia with the intention of assassinating Heidrich. They hid out for months waiting for intelligence reports to reveal an opening. They got that opening in late May when they knew of the day of his departure to Dresden to meet with Himmler. They knew the only route from Prague to Dresden was that highway and the only way onto it was that intersection which required a slow turn. When the two men ambushed Heidrich the first jammed his sub machine gun and couldn’t fire. Witnesses say that Heidrich bizarrely told his driver to stop the car and was going to approach the man trying fix the weapon when his accomplice threw an anti-tank mine at the back of the Mercedes. It exploded with shrapnel hitting Heidrich’s left side and stomach. He survived his initial wounds and appeared to be on his way to a full recovery when he fell into a coma and died June 3 from Sepsis.
Hitler was enraged. 5000 Czechs were arrested, many tortured. Learning it was Czechoslovak soldiers from the government in exile in Britain that carried out the attack they tracked two of those exiled soldiers’ origins to their hometown. These were not the two who carried out the attack, but two who happened to come from the village of Lidice where no resistance fighters were ever in hiding. It was good enough for Hitler.
June 10, 1942 - Lidice, Czechoslovakia
Just after midnight the village is surrounded by over a thousand SS troops. Lorries blockade all the exits and they begin storming door-to-door waking up the people and giving them instructions to gather all their valuables including jewelry, money, gold, and to wear warm cloths.
The men are separated from the women and children and ushered toward the Horák family farmhouse where they are herded into the basement and kept there until the next morning. Their valuables are seized. The women and children are led to the local school house where the women are also ordered to hand over all their valuables. Before sunrise they are loaded onto lorries and taken to the nearby town of Kladno where they are kept in a school gymnasium. There they spend three days and two nights sleeping on a hard floor covered with straw. The oldest woman is eighty-eight, the youngest child is 10 months.
The next morning in the village of Lidice against the stone wall of the Horák farm house, with bed mattresses placed behind them, the men are systematically lined up and executed by firing squad.
In Kladno at the school gymnasium the children are separated from their mothers briefly for physical examinations including hair, eye color and their skulls are measured. Four of the 92 children are selected for ‘Germanization’ of the Lebensborn program. The women are rounded up and put on lorries and sent to the train station where they pile into cattle cars and are shipped to the Ravensbrück concentration camp. The mothers are told they will be reunited with their children later, who are to go by bus because the journey will be more comfortable for them.
June 15, 1942 - Poznan, Poland
The initial four children selected for the Lebensborn program are sent to a building in the center of Prague where they are bathed and fed and given new clothes. Lebensborn is designed to select orphaned children who meet specific racial and genetic criteria to help deal with Germany’s declining birth rates. The Lidice children selected are all under five years old and have been separated from their mothers for a week now. Five days later they are sent by train to a program orphanage in Poznan where they will begin their process of “Germanization” with other children mostly from Poland. This stage includes hours of learning only German and speaking only German along with learning all the usual Reich propaganda. They will be fed three proper meals per day and looked after by teachers, nurses and doctors until they are sent to Germany and their new adopting families.
June 20 - July 4, 1942 - Łódź, Poland
The remaining 88 children are sent by train to Łódź Poland in late June. They range from age 10 months to 14 years. The journey takes four days. They are packed like cattle inside a train car and fed only bread or biscuits once per day with coffee. By now they haven’t seen their parents for two weeks and are wearing only the clothes off their backs from the night when the SS stormed their village. When the arrive in Łódź they are transferred from the train station to a textile warehouse where they are kept on the second floor for two more weeks. They survive on bread, biscuits and coffee with occasionally soup. They sleep on a cold concrete floor with no blankets or pillows. They are never bathed and develop lice and skin rashes. All of these details are later confirmed by a local Polish nurse who was charged with looking after the children.
Seven other children are selected from this group for the Lebensborn program based on their physical features. They are sent to join the initial three in Poznan for the process of ‘Germanization’. One of the initial four chosen is later deemed ‘unsuitable’ for unknown reasons and she is sent here to the textile factory keeping the final figure of the Children of Lidice at 82. In early July the children are allowed to write letters home to their parents and some write letters to aunts and uncles. Many of these letters are stored and never sent but survive the war. The children are confused and ask about their parents, what is happening and speak of eating very little. For the horrendous conditions they’ve endured for weeks many seem not to want to worry their parents and do not suffer them with details. They do not know their fathers, uncles and older brothers are dead or that their mothers, aunties and grandmothers are already at Ravensbrück. The final letter is dated July 4, 1942.
Some polish prisoners forced to work at the camp at Chelmno and some local citizens recall seeing trucks filled with Czech speaking young children arrive in early July, 1942. This is the last time the children are seen alive.
They were likely told they would finally have a shower and were herded into mobile vans converted to gas chambers at the Chelmno extermination camp.
January 14, 2022
Today Pfizer, nor Moderna or the WHO or FDA have mobile vans converted to gas chambers. Our present day pharmacide is well thought out and by design dispersed around the world so that ‘sudden death’ of ‘natural causes’ will serve as their invisible gas chambers. There will be no recompense for families of the fiscal or spiritual kind.
“In the organs of these people, in 90% he found clear evidence for auto-immune attack by killer lymphocytes on the tissue. You don’t have to look for other data to know that these vaccines are killing the young and the old. They are killing our children. Look at these bullets that are being shot in the people who are being vaccinated. We are saying to children stand up against the wall, and you will protect your parents and grandparents - all this is bullshit! And so they stand up against the wall and shoot. We are lining up the children and shooting them.”
- Dr. Sucharit Bhakdi2
In a Silent War you do not see the images of bodies piled up in a village farm field. There are no bulldozers to dig mass graves, no announcements over Pfizer radio of their latest village slaughter. The parents believe the state, they believe the experts, they put their children’s futures in the hands of corrupt health bureaucrats and their children become guinea pigs. Like the children of Lidice who thought they were going for a shower, they think they’re going to the doctor to get “medicine”. The medicine goes in and time takes over. One day, one week, four months. Many deaths will be hidden, passed off as “natural causes” as we see daily with young athletes and celebrities. Sudden death is not for overtime sports games anymore. It will have a whole new meaning in our vocabulary, always followed by the same question in our minds, Pfizer or Moderna? We dare not ask it publicly without being shamed as “anti-vaxxer!”
Will any pharmaceutical executive or health bureaucrat stand trial? Will any world leaders or oligarchs involved in the planning and execution of innocent children ever see justice? How about the FDA panel that said “We just have to approve it for children to see if it works.” What kind of people have we become to allow the children of Pfizer and the children of Moderna to be erased from history like the children of Lidice with no justice, no retribution, no collective outrage for this grotesque profiteering pharmacide?
We may not have enough bronze for all the statues of child victims of our disturbing pharmacidal epoch. And even if we did all the statues in the world will not prevent children of the future who stand before them in sadness to ask the most essentially profound question that innocent children always have a way of asking, “Why didn’t anyone do anything to stop it?”
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