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Vernon Coleman, End Game, excerpts

AIDS
Looking back I can see when I became a target and when commissions and media invitations suddenly dried up.
In 1988, I wrote a book called, The Health Scandal for a London publisher called Sidgwick and Jackson. They were incredibly excited about it. There was much talk of heavy promotion. At a special reception, the chairman of the company, Lord Rees Mogg told me how excited he was by the book.
But the book contained a small section questioning the Government’s line on AIDS. I produced evidence proving that the disease was not, as we had been told, going to affect every family in Britain by the year 2000. And suddenly, without explanation, The Health Scandal was abandoned. The planned publicity and advertising disappeared. And Sidgwick and Jackson refused to sell the paperback rights. The book had become too hot to handle. It seemed to me clear that my questioning of the AIDS myth was clearly embarrassing to the company. (I had previously written much along the same lines for the national newspaper to which I was contributing a weekly column.)
When my agent asked what had happened about arranging a paperback edition of the book, she was told that we could have the rights back since the company didn’t want to offer the book. Within less than a week we’d sold the book to a paperback house and since Sidgwick and Jackson didn’t want anything further to do with the book, I kept the entire paperback payment. Neither my agent nor I had ever come across anything like it. Publishers don’t usually turn up their noses at a chance to collect thousands of pounds in rights money.
I had exposed the AIDS fear as a lie. I produced figures which blew away the claim that we would all be affected by it. And suddenly, virtually overnight, I became a non-person. Regular appearances on television programmes were cancelled. Invitations to appear on BBC television and radio programmes ceased. I still wrote contracted newspaper columns but I had clearly been marked as dangerous. My books were only rarely reviewed in the UK. Requests to make keynote speeches stopped suddenly. As far asthe establishment was concerned I had become a nuisance and clearly had to be silenced.
After I exposed the way the AIDS ‘crisis’ had been exaggerated, I found that publishers around the world suddenly let my books go out of print or remaindered them – and refused to consider new titles. My German publishers had been selling fairly large amounts of my books (for example, one year I received a royalty cheque of around £30,000 for sales of How to Stop Your Doctor Killing You and Bodypower) but the books then disappeared, and the following year I received nothing in royalties. The publishers did not respond when I asked what had happened or when I sent them other titles. And I was banned in China (where my books had been bestsellers) after I wrote a column on a forbidden topic for a leading Chinese newspaper. Much the same sort of thing happened around the world.
Only now does it seem obvious that the AIDS virus was being promoted as the plague that would prepare us for Agenda 21. They massively increased the global mortality figures by, for example, including just about everyone who died of tuberculosis (among other common disorders).
I am not alone in thinking that AIDS was a rehearsal. I received a note from a reader who said: ‘I worked in several Genito-Urinary Medicine clinics between 1989-92 and then again between 1997- 2002. One of my duties in the latter post was reporting the monthly numbers to CDC Colindale. The Government used to manipulate those figures, the BBC and other mainstream media were happy to unquestioningly report them.’
There have, of course, been a number of other attempts to find a scary story with which to terrify the world: avian flu and swine flu, to name but two.
And what did these threats have in common?
They were all subject to dramatically exaggerated forecasts from Professor Neil Ferguson at Imperial College, London – the one with links to the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation and a man who seems to me to be so incompetent that if he designed a cup he’d put the handle on the inside.