There’s a lot of controversy
surrounding the topic of immunizations and the debate seems to only
be getting more and more heated. I myself am still on the journey
many travel, trying to figure out what I believe and what is best
for our children. Though I haven’t taken a solid stand on either
side of the argument, I am alarmed at the way the issue is handled
in Kenya. Those in the medical community, who should be most
educated on the topic, seem to be the most panicked and fearful
about it. They have been bullied and terrified into accepting and
carrying out the demands of the international community, and as a
result bully and terrify the general public into blindly accepting
what is quite literally forced on them.
I can imagine this sounds exaggeratory, so let me give some
examples. The closest to my heart is the fact that my 3 ½ month old
daughter does not have a birth certificate because I’ve refused to
immunize her. The Kenyan government literally will not give her a
birth certificate until I bring them proof from the hospital that
she has been immunized. That means she is also being denied her
American citizenship, which cannot be applied for without her birth
certificate. So my daughter is literally being denied a citizenship
that is rightfully hers by birth because I don’t want to immunize
her at this time.
But the pressure isn’t only coming from the government. A couple
weeks ago I went to the doctor for treatment for myself. I had my
baby with me because she is still so little. The moment I walked in
the door, the nurse asked me if my baby had been immunized. I told
her I was delaying immunization and she was very, very concerned.
She tried to make me change my mind, but I just smiled and showed
her I was confident in my decision. After a while she sadly gave up
on the “crazy foreigner”.
The doctor wasn’t as easy to deter. As soon as I entered his office
all his attention was on the baby, even though she had nothing to do
with the reason I was visiting him. His first question was whether
or not she’d been immunized. I repeated all I told the nurse and he
told me that it was very dangerous and I was putting her life in
danger. He asked me how I’d feel if something happened to her and
told me that in Kenya we have diseases that we don’t have in the
U.S. and I should protect my baby against them. I tried to explain
the concept of delayed immunization, but it’s all in vain when
doctors here believe they know it all and their ignorant patients
should unquestioningly do what they say. I finally gave up and told
him I would consider what he’d said.
When I went back several days later for my test results, again his
first question what if I’d gotten the baby immunized yet. I knew
better than to argue this time, so I smiled and told him I was
planning to take her to a pediatrician. He insisted that I not delay
and get it done as soon as possible, lest my sweet little baby
contract some horrible disease due to my ignorant negligence. I
thanked him, took my test results, and left.
Believe it or not, what has alarmed me most however, actually only
occurred a couple days ago. I was visiting a local orphanage when a
government vehicle pulled up and they began rounding up all the
children aged 5 years old and younger. To the kids it was routine
and the older ones helped round up the younger ones. I asked an
older child what was going on and she laughed and said the babies
were going to get “poked” but I shouldn’t feel too bad for them
because they would get a “sweet” (a piece of candy) afterward.
I had heard of these vaccination campaigns, though I’d not yet
experienced one first hand. I’d heard how they go door to door
asking for your children and if you refuse them, you could even be
arrested. It’s even been on the local news! I had been advised by
Kenyan friends that if I don’t want my babies immunized by force,
then it’s better to lie and say I don’t have children than to risk
arrest. Ever since then I hide my children in the house and tell
them not to come out when I go to answer an unexpected knock at our
front gate. But here, they had found me out in the open with nowhere
to hide.
All three of my children fall into the 5 years old and younger
category, and it didn’t escape the notice of the government doctor
that I’d held my children back. It didn’t take long before a Kenyan
nurse came looking for me outside. She walked up to me with a big
warm smile and greeted me with the traditional kindness and small
talk. She then told me they had found polio in their lab and all
children in Kenya 5 years old and younger are in dire danger of
contracting polio now so an urgent immunization campaign has been
undertaken and they had come to save my children.
I knew arguing wouldn’t help, and could in fact put us in more
danger, so I beamed a big smile right back at this woman and told
her my children have a private pediatrician who has them on an
immunization schedule and that we go faithfully to our “well baby
check ups,” as they call them here. She told me that didn’t matter
and that there was no problem in them receiving the vaccine more
than once. She kept her eyes fixed on the little baby tied to my
chest as she explained this wasn’t about the “usual” immunizations.
This is a campaign to head off the impending epidemic. She told me
the campaign would only last a few more days and that it was crucial
my children receive the vaccine before its end. I told her I would
take them to see their pediatrician the following day and that I’d
just really feel better having him do it rather than strangers. She
asked me several times to confirm that I would take them the very
next day, first thing in the morning, and I told her I would. She
wasn’t happy about it, but she seemed to believe me and left me
alone. When they’d finished with all the children and were about to
leave she asked me twice more if I was sure I would take the kids to
the clinic the next day. I smiled and looked as responsible and
determined as I could and said that I would.
I hung around for a while because I wanted to see the mark they were
giving the children they had vaccinated. I found they had colored
the pinkies of the children with a permanent marker after they
received the vaccine so it would be known who hadn’t received it
yet. The first thing I did when we got home was color all my
children’s pinkies. My husband laughed and told me we were safe
because the campaigners had already come to our gate that day while
we had been gone. That didn’t make me feel safe at all. Not safe at
home, and not safe anywhere else. They even stand in front of the
market with a box of syringes (or in this case the little liquid
cases) and ask you as you walk inside whether your child has
received the vaccine yet!
I think of all the precious little babies being rounded up like
cattle, with and without their parents’ knowledge, with or without
their consent, and most definitely without their full understanding
of what’s going on or the option of empowerment to understand it. I
think about my Kenyan friend whose 5-year-old son was vaccinated at
school without her knowledge or consent during a different campaign
and how he had a near deadly allergic reaction to the vaccine. An
allergy she already knew he had.
No matter where you stand on the issue of immunization, surely this
is not acceptable, because the heart of the matter isn’t even about
vaccination. No matter where you are born, you are a precious human
being who should have the right to say what is and isn’t done to
your body and the bodies of your children. You should have the right
to empowerment to seek out and understand the options and
consequences of injecting or not injecting substances into your body
and the bodies of your children. If those rights don’t exist, then
where does the madness end? Where is the line drawn and who draws
it?
All in all, I am thankful for these experiences. I am thankful to
live among the precious Kenyan people and to experience their
challenges first hand, right along side them as their sister in
Christ. I am thankful that God has given me a small voice and a
small sphere of influence because He tells us to speak up for those
who can’t speak for themselves. If He hadn’t brought me here to
share in some of their sufferings, who would tell this story? After
all, sharing in their sufferings is what drew me to study midwifery
in the first place. Sharing in their sufferings is what brought be
to Charis.
Ezriel,
Jannekah,
Adali Lynn and
Amariah Guya |