(Article by Elizabeth Nickson republished from ElizabethNickson.Substack.com)

This week a court case in which I am a plaintiff, took a giant step forward when the appeals court told the government to stuff it, not come back with their whining and moaning, and get to freaking trial.

I wrote a book about it The Monkey Puzzle Tree, went to DC, called up the files, sat in the National Archives and re-constructed what happened, despite the blacked out pages, the missing documents. The book was published in three countries by Knopf and Bloomsbury. Two of the profession’s most respected women editors held my hand through the terrifying process. I went on extensive press tours. Decades later I am still writing about it.

Dr. Ewan Cameron, one of the 20th century’s bad men, began treating my mother for anxiety after her first child died and ended 15 years later diagnosing her with advanced paranoid schizophrenia.

Cameron liked patients who were mildly mentally ill. He could misdiagnose them, whereupon the family and state would give him free rein. The mildly ill, the depressed, the alcoholic and anxious made excellent subjects for his experiments, some of which he innovated after touring the Nazi camps post-war with Allan Dulles, then head of the OSS which morphed into the CIA.

My mother did not have advanced paranoid schizophrenia, not even close. After he was summarily fired, and his demonic tentacles withdrew from our family, she arduously, heroically rebuilt her health. She never took another drug, not even aspirin, saw a therapist or went anywhere near a hospital ward.

But the damage had been done. Our childhoods were irretrievably blighted.

Cameron headed up the World Association of Psychiatry, the American Association of Psychiatry, and the International Association of Psychotherapists.

Which means if you had a parent ill during the 50s, 60s or 70s or even now, he or she was probably subjected to some form of Cameron’s brutalism.

He performed even more vicious medical experiments on orphans in Catholic Montreal, some of whom were native. Mohawk women have planted a stake outside his former psychiatric hospital demanding the excavation of the grounds, looking for their lost children. If found they will demand autopsies to see what killed them.

Cameron’s victims are relentless. They do not give up. Fifty years after his death, his crimes are still aired and re-aired in the press. Court case after court case materializes out of the gloom, all recount his crimes in detail.  We sued the CIA, we are suing the Canadian government for the second time, we have broadened our suit to McGill University and the Royal Victoria Hospital, under whose auspices he worked. We are suing the CIA for the second time. If the men and women who carried out Cameron’s orders were still alive, we’d sue them. The government hides the files, lies and lies again, throws every obstacle in our way, and we don’t give up.

We don’t give up.

Are Cameron’s children and grandchildren wrapped in shame? Did they change their names? How do they forget what he did, how do they justify it in their minds? When they wake up at 3 am, do they feel the agony of their parent’s victims?

Because the children of those who forced the Covid conspiracy on the world are going to spend the rest of their lives living it down. Their family money will be vitiated either through legal fees or by court-ordered awards. We aren’t just coming for the institutions. We are coming for the individuals. Every single damned one of them. Even if the economy crashes, even if there is a world war. Justice is coming.

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