Review of new homeopathic history book in the Washington Post

[Dana Ullman, MPH]

Friends,

I just finished reading this excellent book on the life of Royal
Copeland, MD. He was quite a fascinating man. A homeopath, an
opthalmatological surgeon, the dean of the NY Homeopathic Medical College,
and a Senator from New York who sponsored the famous Foods, Drugs and
Cosmetics Act of 1938 which empowered the FDA and which gave recognition to
the Homeopathic Pharmacopeia!

This book also got a nice review in the BOSTON GLOBE...amongst other
places.

And yes...HES will be selling this book at a discount. It'll arrive
here in around one week. http://tinyurl.com/5v4fs
By Carolyn See,
COPELAND'S CURE
Homeopathy and the War Between Conventional and Alternative Medicine
By Natalie Robins. Knopf. 330 pp. $24.95
In my youth, working as a freelance magazine writer, I did a lot of work for
a famously rich magazine that paid five times as much as Esquire or the
Atlantic Monthly. Today's Health had nothing to do with health. It was a
masterpiece of gothic horror. The editor's all-time favorite piece was an
account of a 12-year-old boy who fell off a path in Yellowstone National
Park and simmered to death in a boiling lake. I don't remember the exact
quote, but the sentence that stood out was, "His parents stood helpless,
watching his agonized face." I myself wrote on anorexia, then another
affliction in which children ate themselves to death, then yet another in
which an infant's skin was so covered with sores that (as I recall the
quote) "it looked as if she had sunburn on her sunburn in her sunburn."
Today's Health was not available for subscription but was placed in doctors'
waiting rooms to scare patients half to death. Its publisher was the
American Medical Association, an outfit that played hardball.
In "Copeland's Cure," we find an absolutely dazzling account of the quarrel,
over the course of some 150 years, between conventional medicine (as
represented by the AMA) and the alternative practice of homeopathy, founded
in 1796 by Christian Hahnemann and used enthusiastically by the American
(mostly rural) middle class throughout the 19th century and on into the
20th -- mostly because it was gentle, and because it often worked.
Well up into the 1800s, all conventional medicine could offer by way of
treatment was bloodletting -- terribly painful and ineffective -- or
prescriptions of "mercury, arsenic, or lead, which purged the body of its
excesses if they didn't first poison the patient, or blistering, pulling
teeth, sweating, ice, starvation, darkness and silence." Homeopathy, on the
other hand, based on the assumption that "like cures like," used
infinitesimal doses of up to 3,000 remedies, usually in pleasing little
sugar pills. People swore by them.
Natalie Robins writes that she's equally interested in both sides of the
battle and hopes, above all, to be "fair minded." She chooses as her
emblematic protagonist a certain Royal Copeland, a country boy who grew up
in the 1880s in the town of Dexter, Mich. He was bright and ambitious,
earned the money to attend homeopathic school, practiced that medical
discipline for many years, then turned politician. He became commissioner of
health in New York during the Spanish influenza epidemic and finally became
a member of the U.S. Senate, where he was able to keep the prescriptions of
the (by then beleaguered) homeopaths legal and safe from attacks by the
tireless AMA.
There are so many wonderful treats in this book! For starters, there's the
portrait of Copeland, a quintessentially optimistic, Bible-quoting,
self-improving, platitude-spouting American boy who grows into a
self-serving blowhard who writes medical columns, has his own radio show,
endorses dozens of products and becomes something of an embarrassment to his
colleagues. But through it all he remains a fine family man and totally
committed to a method of medical practice that he believes to be both
effective and safe. Copeland is our whole sweet country concentrated in one
flawed human being.
We also learn of the illnesses and misfortunes that have punished us in so
many ways -- malaria, smallpox, tetanus, typhoid, typhus, bone breaks, heart
attacks, cancer, pustules, piles, boils. And the cures for what people
perceived to be sickness; for instance, plaster casts were applied to
penises to prevent masturbation. And there's a ghastly account of a
week-long set of treatments given for acute nephritis that ended in the
patient's death -- a tale so gothic that it would have set the teeth of the
old Today's Health editor gleaming. And these were the treatments of
well-meaning homeopaths, the "gentle" way of dealing with that illness.
Most charmingly, we get to observe the battle between the AMA and the
homeopaths, which resembled a fight between blustering British colonials and
the annoyingly pacifist Gandhi, or a match between Mike Tyson and a bank of
clouds. It wasn't enough for the AMA that from the beginning its doctors
were referred to as practicing "dominant medicine." They wanted it all! They
wanted every possible competitor to be beaten, squashed, disgraced,
obliterated! They came out from about the 1850s to the 1950s against
"osteopaths, naturopaths, optometrists, chiropodists, and midwives" (only to
be beset in the 20th century's second half by aromatherapists, masseurs and
so on). They lashed out at aspirin over and over during those years,
comparing it to morphine. They were against everything except themselves.
They wanted to be the only guys on the playground.
Conventional medicine "won," of course. In the 20th century, antibiotics
were discovered, and many diseases were (theoretically) eradicated. Many
gadgets, from pacemakers to MRI machines, were invented. The AMA got hooked
up with scientists who took money from drug companies and the National
Institutes of Health. For decades, they prescribed an awful lot of estrogen
to an awful lot of women. Then came Vioxx -- oh, well! -- and earlier this
month, the Los Angeles Times ran a front-page story reporting that the
president of the vaccine division of Merck & Co. had been warned in 1991
that his company's vaccinations were giving infants a dangerously "elevated
dose of mercury" -- that old standby poison.
More and more people turned to alternative medicine out of sheer disgust.
Meanwhile, the few remaining homeopaths kept on dispensing their annoying
little sugar pills.
Natalie Robins captures all this perfectly and with engaging verve. I can
only add this: After once suffering for three months from a ravaging case of
meningitis that included an excruciating and constant headache as well as
double vision, after being subjected to every clanking machine and strong
medicine in conventional medicine's considerable repertoire, I went -- as a
desperate, very last resort -- to a homeopath, who cured me in a day.
The AMA would label this a placebo effect, I'm sure. They'd suggest I find a
nice boiling lake somewhere and jump right in. It's a lot like religion,
isn't it? It's what you believe in, and what you don't.
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