The last couple of years have provided a crash course in medical malfeasance and official corruption for anyone paying attention. A well-orchestrated campaign of defamation has assailed proponents of early treatment and critics of the experimental “vaccines,” even as nonsensical mandates and lockdowns have thrown most of the western world into a creepy, Fauci-fiction dystopia.
It was against this background of mass insanity that I had the idea of getting in touch with my old college friend Nancy Rosenberg to find out what she thought of the madness. I remembered that back in the 1990s, she had told me of a conspiracy to squelch her investigation of the pathogen behind many cases of Gulf War Syndrome, and how she and her husband Garth had successfully treated a number of sick veterans with doxycycline. She and I had fallen out of contact since then; so I looked her up online, only to find her obituary. The cause of death was “complications of diabetic cardiomyopathy,” which struck me as surprising in a thin, athletic woman who had never mentioned any such problem to me. Recalling that she had told me that people were trying to kill her, I wondered whether they had finally succeeded.
From the obituary, I learned that Nancy had left behind a detailed account of her experiences in the form of a novel. It’s longer and wordier than necessary and contains the sorts of errors that a professional editor would have fixed, but it conveys Nancy’s lively conversational style as well as her scrupulous devotion to accuracy. This is a tragic heroic tale, filled with intrigue, suspense, and real-life villains in respected institutions.
Project Day Lily takes its name from the deceptively beautiful microscopic appearance of the pathogen Mycoplasma fermentans incognita (Mfi for short), which the Nicolsons discovered in the blood of almost half of the sick soldiers and other personnel returning from the first Gulf War. Mycoplasmas are sometimes called defective bacteria because they lack a cell wall, but they can be effective and stealthy invaders in the human body because they take refuge inside living cells, where they evade the immune system.
The precise origin of this particular germ is a mystery, but the Nicolsons speculate that it came over with Nazi scientists recruited to the U.S. military at the end of World War II in Operation Paperclip. Under the pretext of fighting global communism, our own military and intelligence agencies developed chemical and biological weapons in a secretive program that President Richard Nixon tried but failed to shut down. Interestingly, the authors reveal, in passing, that Mfi’s genome includes the env code from the Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV).[**]In the above video, Garth mentions additional genetic evidence of “gain-of-function,” including a heat-resistance gene that is found only in microbes living around undersea volcanic vents. So, it would seem that this bug has been tweaked up a bit since the Third Reich.
The novel opens with the American invasion of Iraq in 1991, as the soldiers of the 101st Airborne learn that they are under a chemical-weapons attack. A Lieutenant Colonel briefs his staff on what they may encounter: “‘The Iraqis have blister agents, nerve agents, blood agents, and choking agents, such as sarin, tabun, lewisite and mustard. They also have several kinds of Biological Agents, including anthrax, botulism, micotoxins [sic] and others.’” The high command has deployed detection units for chemical agents but not for biologicals. In keeping with the medical prejudices of the U.S. military, our GIs have received 20 to 30 vaccines each before being sent off to the Persian Gulf. Their immune systems are reeling from this assault even before missiles burst overhead, releasing purple clouds of Prussian blue, an immunosuppressive agent, and French-made, ground-based sprayers shower them with weaponized microbes.
Most Americans still have no idea that the reason Saddam Hussein had all those “unconventional weapons” on hand was that our own government gave them to him when he was fighting against our former friends the Iranians. It would have been awkward for President Bush to have to admit that Ronald Reagan’s administration supplied the WMDs that would be used against our own troops. If these agents turned out to have been tested on American citizens in Texan prisons and rest homes in the years before the Gulf War, that would be an even more uncomfortable revelation. Unfortunately for the Nicolsons, their investigations led them to precisely this conclusion. Despite their efforts to bring these facts to light, the press has colluded with the government and the medical establishment to keep all such information from the public.
This being a novel, names have been changed, but the more prominent ones are not hard to figure out. Baylor College of Medicine and the M.D. Anderson Cancer Center (called Belford and D.O. Madison in the book) are central to the plot. Garth Nicolson, an eminent scientist and discoverer of the fluid mosaic model of cell membrane structure, was a full professor and department chairman at M.D. Anderson when the events of this story took place. The president of that institution was Dr. Charles A. LeMaistre (Dr. Clement Masters in the novel). The fictional Dr. Masters is a smooth psychopath who used funds obtained illegally through a Las Vegas crime syndicate to fund a lavish building program for the University of Texas and who orders the execution-style shooting death of at least one inconvenient professor. More than once, he orchestrates assassination attempts against Nancy and Garth Nicolson (whose fictional avatars are named Marie and Jared McNichols), sometimes by poisons and biological agents and sometimes by vehicular assaults on the highway. Dr. Masters is also behind an organized campaign to drive the Nicolsons out of M.D. Anderson through slander, theft of their mail, and other forms of harassment. He makes it clear that he will break them one way or another if they do not abandon their investigation of the mysterious illness afflicting both Gulf War veterans and employees of the Texas Department of Corrections (TDC) and now spreading to their families.
We get an agonizing glimpse of this disease when Nancy herself comes back from a scientific meeting in Israel and develops flu-like symptoms which progress to near-paralysis of her left arm and leg. Her eyesight begins to fail. She is in constant pain. Her doctor is mystified. Penicillin seems to make the condition worse. She loses 40 percent of her body weight, dwindling to 70 pounds. Although her condition seems like an unusual type of infection, blood cultures are negative. Feeling her life slipping away, Nancy suggests a trial of doxycycline because it crosses the blood-brain barrier, and her worst symptoms are neurological.
Many months later, after several courses of doxycycline therapy, Nancy gradually recovers, but not before having a near-death experience in which she is told that she “must go back and help others who might have the same illness.” In the course of the story, we learn that her illness was not an accident; another scientist at the Israeli conference slipped a “Russian doll” (poisons within poisons) cocktail of chemical and biological agents into her food. When Garth catches a milder case of the same sickness from her, they know how to treat it before it gets worse. But this is only the first of several poisoning attempts, and unlike the later ones, which seem intended to stop further inquiry into the mystery illness, this one is harder to explain.
In the novel, Nancy (“Marie”) has a strange meeting with her department head. She has taken a faculty position in microbiology in the late 1980s at Baylor College of Medicine, and the fictional Microbiology Department Chairman Dr. Rook calls her into his office. After some prefatory remarks about her “unconventional ideas on cell nuclear structure,” he goes on to inquire about whether she would be willing to participate in biological warfare research. Her reply is, “Absolutely not!” She then challenges his criticism of her “unconventional ideas” by respectfully pointing out that his area of expertise is in prokaryotes (microbes), not in the function of mammalian cells, which is her specialty. Then Dr. Rook asks, “If you knew of germ warfare research going on anywhere near you would you remain silent?” After a moment’s reflection, Nancy says, “No….I don’t think I would.” Dr. Rook responds that Nancy is “definitely not a team player” and “too smart for [her] own good.”
This meeting takes place just before her trip to Israel, where she is to present her research. As she is leaving the chairman’s office, he adds, “But before I forget, you need to have a series of immunizations before your trip, the usual flu shots, gamma-globulin, so on. There’s nothing more unpleasant than being sick away from home. To save you the trouble, I have prepared all the shots myself, and you can come by later today to my office.” Unsuspecting even after this unsettling interchange, Nancy allows Dr. Rook to give her the shots—the immunosuppressive agents that will enhance the effectiveness of the subsequent poisoning at the conference.
In the course of the novel, the reader gradually learns the deeper secret behind Dr. Rook’s too-abrupt determination to kill this young scientist. But I knew the answer before reading it. The last time I saw Nancy was around 1995, when she came to Baltimore to give a lecture on molecular genetics to a small audience at Johns Hopkins Hospital. By invitation, I attended her talk and accompanied her to dinner at Haussner’s Restaurant with our host, Dr. Donald Coffee, a genial and humorous Tennessean and one of my favorite professors. At the restaurant, Nancy spoke at some length about her discovery that her supposed father was not her real father after all, and that her name was not Rosenberg but Rothbard. Moreover, she was heiress to an enormous fortune which was being withheld from her by evil conspirators who had made several attempts on her life so that they could retain control of her inheritance. She told us that she had a few priceless relics from her mysterious family, including a large pink sapphire and a 14th-century religious statue which she and her husband had personally presented to the pope. Dr. Coffee kept a perfect poker face throughout these extraordinary revelations.
Knowing that Nancy was a person of the highest integrity, I felt certain that she was not lying. Only two tenable hypotheses remained: that she had gone nuts, or that what she said was true to the best of her knowledge. Moreover, considering that she was a brilliant and apparently functional scientist with an eminent and sane husband,[*]For a video of a lecture by Dr. Garth Nicolson, which covers much of the scientific material in this book:
and that she subsequently sent me a photograph of herself and Garth with the pope (albeit without the statue), I inclined toward the latter supposition.
Though cast as a fiction, the book provides ample support for the Nicolsons’ claims about secret biowarfare programs and the role of the novel mycoplasma in the illnesses of Gulf War veterans and Texas prison guards. There is even an appendix with Garth Nicolson’s testimony to Congress. Elements of the story can be confirmed from other sources, and the actual identity of the shifty Chinese scientist Dr. Lon (Lo and behold!) may be deduced from his patent on Mycoplasma fermentans incognitus. Unfortunately, the line of evidence is not so well presented for Nancy’s European illuminati ancestry and her massive inheritance “the Cetta Dharma Trust, the Sterling Trust, the Century Trust, the Five Star Trust and several other trusts that were being held off-ledger at major banks and illegally kept from [Nancy]” by organized crime interests. The epilogue mentions that the Patriot Act made it possible to penetrate the trusts, because the assets could no longer be used without the consent of the true owner of the funds” but offers no clear indication that Nancy was ever able to make good her claim or to prevent the use of those funds for nefarious purposes. Garth has since informed me that all such efforts have been futile, and he has given up.
I began my plunge into this 18-year-old novel with a question for my old friend Nancy: What do you make of the Covid Plandemic? Posthumously, she has answered me as surely as if I were talking with her spirit. “Unless these criminal factions in the government’s scientific and medical sectors are rooted out and exposed, I see nothing but terror and destruction in our future.”(p. 362)
Thanks, Nancy. And I’m sorry I ever doubted you.
Dr. Cockey is a retired diagnostic radiologist and a graduate of Johns Hopkins University (B.A. 1976, M.D. 1979) and an independent writer.
[*] For a video of a lecture by Dr. Garth Nicolson, which covers much of the scientific material in this book:
[**] In the above video, Garth mentions additional genetic evidence of “gain-of-function,” including a heat-resistance gene that is found only in microbes living around undersea volcanic vents.