Reprint from The Lancet-Clinic,‘ December 27, 1913. BEGINNING AT JERUSALEM. Does the Board of Administration or Do the Attendant Nurses Administer the Custody of the Insane. BY BAYARD HOLMES, H CHICAGO. • T HE interest taken in the case of Mendel Beilis, in Kiev, Russia, was and is one of the remark¬ able incidents of the century. Thousands of Russians left their jobs for days in a demonstration strike. University students struck for weeks in the great cities and in the capital of Russia. In America, hundreds of mass meetings were held and petitions were sent to our government to use any influence possible to secure justice to Beilis. As a people, we are very sensitive to injustice, to cruelty and to barbarism in remote and distant places like Russia, China and India. Not many years ago, George Kennan wrote up for us the terrible condi¬ tion of the Russian prisons, and we read his accounts in our thirty-five cent magazines before “muck-rake” had become a verb in the English language. It is passing strange that we are so far-sighted and yet can not see what is in our very midst. Our own prisons-are scandalously managed, and yet, with all the encouragement of an avaricious and sensation mongering press, the atrocities of Jackson, Michigan, and Sing Sing, N. Y., aroused only the slightest blush of apology in American Christian democrats. There is hardly a hamlet in the United States that does not have one or two missionary societies collect¬ ing money to send civilizers and Christianizers to re¬ mote and oppressed peoples, and no college in our country is so small that it has not one or more country- bred or prayerfully-educated missionaries in heathen lands. We are eager and alert to remove the mote from our brother’s eye, but the beam in our own eye gives us no concern. We are ready to preach salvation and righteousness to all the world, but if anyone would have salvation and righteousness beginning in Jeru¬ salem he is but a common scold. There is at the junction of three rivers in the garden spot of our country, a beautiful and highly civilized city that has made itself known in many ways. In every mart of China and India, as well as in every retail business house and shoe-shine booth in America and Europe, this city, through its princes of manufacture and commerce, has set up a monu¬ ment to the three gods of modern civilization— Righteousness, Accuracy and Efficiency. It is a little self-recording and adding machine. A nickel-plated mathematical court of justice that can’t be bribed; a brass and iron jury that can’t be suborned. The three rivers that come together where this beautiful city spreads herself out, not long ago united in one tremendous assault to drown her out, as our fathers would have said, because, though contributing to the righteousness of all the earth, she had allowed much injustice to flourish in her very midst. On a beautiful hilltop overlooking the happy homes of this city, overlooking busy factories surrounded by charming gardens, overlooking clubs, hotels, music halls and busy streets, stands, in architectural pre¬ sumption, one of the bedlams maintained by the richest of our too rich States. In this house of bolts, bars and restraint are confined fifteen hundred insane citizens, sick of an unknown and unsought-for dis¬ ease. They are the sons, the brothers, the fathers, or they are the daughters, the sisters and the mothers of the most active, the most useful, the most suc¬ cessful and often the richest citizens of this charming modern missionary city. Here they are confined, confined with no attempt to cure; confined by law without protection by the provision of that law from ignorance, cruelty and neglect. In this madhouse there was confined for eight years in a dungeon (the “strong” room in the ver¬ nacular of the nurses and doctors), a man whose *3 G £. SL V\ ^ ^A- V only crime was a sickness for which he was not per¬ sonally responsible, with no light, ho bath, no de¬ cencies. His name was Okey Lee. In this house of gloom was held in custody, in squalor and filth the father of a beautiful society woman, a woman sought in every salon on two con¬ tinents. This poor man was left in drooling filth and neglected attire except when visited by one of his tip¬ giving family. The inmates in this neglected asylum are under the care ostensibly of the superintendent (who does noth¬ ing with the bedlamites except to see to feeding and housing) and two, sometimes three, physicians, one physician for each 500 lunatics. The salary of the assistant superintendent and acting physicians is $75.00 per month. The salary of the farmer is $125.00 per month. The superintendent has many duties and must decide matters every few minutes for a family of nearly two thousand. He has no time or interest in ' the diseases that bring fifteen hundred lunatics into his charge, and he is unmindful or careless of any possibilities of cure. But he is thrifty. He, at one time, to save the State, ordered a cow with a large abscess on her rump, killed and turned over to the butcher to be fed to the patients and attendants, and because the institution blacksmith protested, the black¬ smith was discharged from the State service for in¬ subordination ! This superintendent is much interested in astron¬ omy,‘also in hen culture. He has devoted much time, 1 energy and cunning to his hennery, which is the show place of this State Hospital. When psychiatrists from New Zealand visit this proud monument of State i charity and State civilization, does the superintendent show the visitors to his laboratories equipped for bacteriologic, hematologic and serologic researches ? Does he show them his baths for disturbed patients and his outdoor facilities for the manic-depressive and the tuberculous? Does he conduct them to the occupational training rooms or to the outdoor re¬ education classes? Does he show his clinical charts 3 and case histories, his weight charts, his sleep charts, his blood corpuscle charts? No, none of these. He unrolls his telescope and points it to a red spot on the gibbosity of Jupiter, or he brings out the pedigree of his registered hens and roosters, and shows painted photographs of his chickens in every stage of plumage. His charts show only the number of eggs, the weight of birds and the expense to the State of each pound of poultry, and each dozen of eggs. What is done with this poultry and these eggs? Are the eggs used to feed the starving, excited, manic-depressive cases as they lie in the tubs of running water? Are these eggs forced into their stomach through nasal tubes? Are the broilers served on Sundays to the conva¬ lescents ? Or, mayhap are they sold to the dis¬ criminating citizens of our beautiful city to be dis¬ placed by cold-storage stuff? This beautiful hennery is the pride of the hospital superintendent, and is in charge of a college professor at salary unknown to the writer, but doubtless satis¬ factory to the Board of Administration and pub¬ lished in their annual or bi-annual report to the legis- ture elected by the friends of the insane. The charming community in which this State hos¬ pital is located is full of churches, and the young people in the churches are full of charitable activities. They read of the burning of widows in India with horror and give their mites to send missionaries there. Some of them actually educate themselves, or are educating themselves for missionaries, and yet they have never heard of the atrocities committed in the Greek temple-like Bedlam on the hill above them. For eight years poor Okey Lee heard the church bells ring “Peace on Earth” and “Brotherhood of man,” and yet all that time he was never visited by one of the “little brothers of the poor.” Better was it for the lepers of Assisi than for the wards of the too rich State and the guests of the too cultured and charm¬ ing city at the junction of the three rich river valleys. Once an humble son of that most envied city, a city so rich that it can call the builder of the Panama Canal at a doubled salary to come and mayor it, 4 a son of that city, by chance, became, at a salary of $75.00 a month, assistant physician in this asylum for the insane. He found the most desperate con¬ ditions. He brought to the notice of the superin¬ tendent and the Board of Administration the most revolting atrocities committed by the nurse attendants, both of active cruelty and passive neglect. He ordered baths, surgical dressings to bed-sores, enemas to suf¬ fering maniacs who had been doped for days, removal from restraint, exercise in the open, and general cleaning up and getting busy. The attendant nurses saw that they were up against a stiff proposition. It was a case either of work and earn their wages, or fight and remove the doctor. Many of them were old stagers and had lived in the State hospitals longer than anyone else. They held meetings and put the screws on the superintendent and some members of the Board, of Administration. They openly rebelled. The assistant physician dis¬ charged them at once. They were tried before the alienist of the board and reinstated and the physician let go. As citizens, we are interested in the efficiency of our State institutions. As physicians, we are jealous of our profession’s traditions. If a physician is at the head of such a disgraceful and atrocious institu¬ tion, he should be deprived of his professional stand¬ ing by being expelled from all medical fellowship. So should any young, starving doctor who remains in the institution where such atrocities are frequent and such neglect constant. If the uneducated, in¬ human and vicious band of tramp nurse attendants can secure the discharge of a physician because he is determined to bring order and cleanliness out of rowdyism and filth, then it is time for the medical profession to boycott the Board of Administration and prevent any medical man in good standing from entering the State service while these conditions pre¬ vail. The abortionist has often at least humanity and pity on his side. The unfortunate girl claims his sympathy in her desperation and threatened degrada- 5 tion, but the hospital physician who permits the every¬ day abuses and the frequent atrocities which are per¬ petrated in the prison-like asylums of our rich States is either a coward or a criminal of the basest instincts. There is hope only in the interest and activity of the friends of the insane. They should organize in every town in the State. One out of every 500 are now in the asylums and madhouses. Fifteen thou¬ sand young -folks of about high school age go each year into these bedlams never to come out. Most of them die of tuberculosis or bed-sores in revolting filth. Some of them become the drudges to fetch and carry about the place. The friends of the insane should organize and demand of the Board of Administration, above all things, a visitor with keys to all wards and unre¬ strained admission, day and night. They should de¬ mand liberal provisions for research and adequate pay for medical service. They should demand that all meetings of the Board of Administration be open to their representatives. In the old days the local political boss had control of the asylum in his district. He was approachable and human. He certainly could be reached, but this safety-brake to abuses is gone. The Board of Con¬ trol is a remote, impersonal and often cruel entity. It has power without sympathy, without mercy, like the corporation without the rump to kick, or the soul to damn. PITY, HAVE PITY! Oh, for a gleam of the sun, a taste of the sweet air's breath, g Keeper of man in this hole of darkness, and foulness, and death: Even the hounds of hell would pray to escape his fate, You who can rescue, and save, pity, ere it is too late. Lift up your voices and plead; shout it from mountain to sea, Ever the world-old story, for the prisoned slave to be free, Ever the human martyr, in a suffering Okey Lee. 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