Australian Vaccination-risks Network

In 1982, a major network aired an hour-long special on the shot every American child had to get for school. It reported that serious reactions were "common." Studies going back to 1933 showed brain damage. And a scientist who'd worked at the agency regulating vaccines said that they "very much do not wish to know" about adverse reactions. This is what TV news did before Pharma bought it. 🧵

Today, my son Mason should be turning sixteen. There should be the sound of him somewhere in the house… the ordinary noises of a teenage boy, the kind of life that would have filled the rooms he never got to inhabit. My husband left for work while it was still dark, and the quiet that remains sits across from me like an uninvited guest. It fills the spaces where his presence once was, even at four months old. I know now exactly what I didn’t know then. I can name the silence I mistook for ordinary and the choice I would have made differently if I had understood it mattered. Mason died four days after his routine four-month vaccines. The autopsy was normal. They found no cause. His death is what taught me. It forced this knowledge into me, complete and unusable for him, and left me carrying it into every conversation that followed. Everything I teach and every cause I advocate for exists only because he is not here. Losing him is the sole reason my voice entered the fight for medical freedom, parental choice, free speech, and putting people over profits. It is why I speak about the right to decide what enters a child’s body, about food free of toxins, about the everyday products we use that should not be quietly harming us, and about the ways platforms silence voices when their pharmaceutical sponsors decide certain truths cost too much. This enormous loss is what keeps me in this work. I educate so others might learn before they vaccinate, before a morning like this one becomes permanent for them. I talk with legislators because individual awareness is not enough; the systems that failed my son need to change so that fewer families are left sitting in a quiet kitchen on a birthday that never arrives. He should be sixteen today. Not the reason my voice carries farther than his ever will. Not the name that opens doors and fills rooms and gives weight to the words I say about keeping children alive and healthy. I share what I’ve learned so that others can take the time to research, ask the harder questions, and trust their instincts before vaccinating—the step I wish I’d taken (or even known to take) when it still mattered. Happy 16th Birthday in Heaven, sweet Mason. 😭💛 10/22/10 – 3/5/11 It never should have been this way. 💔