Mary Martin with husban Tony and son Chris, in 2009. A few people here have raised the question I’ve been thinking: Why is Mary Martin inserting her daily remembrances of her son’s illness five years ago into each blog discussion of the past month?

The remembrances have nothing to do with my postings, or anyone else’s comments. Absent any clear purpose, they seem self serving, even annoying.

Most people ignore the journal postings, and decline comment, because few want to offend a mother who went through the kind of trauma she and her son went through back in 2006.  Those of us who are parents don’t even want to think about going through such a crisis, and so we feel badly for her, and try to put the whole thing out of our minds.

But there is a history on this blog. I first posted her story, broken into Part 1 and Part 2, back in 2007, and there was a tremendous amount of comment, and followup postings and commentary. Plus, I discussed her story at length in my book, “The Raw Milk Revolution”, and she’s recounted parts of the story over the years as she’s commented on this blog.

I’ve had the pleasure of meeting her and her family a couple of times, and consider Mary a friend. It’s been heartwarming to me to see her son, Chris, develop and mature, as a regular kid.

But since she’s used her story, and continues to use it, as a political tool, I’m going to question her ongoing reliance on parental outrage, for two reasons beyond the fact that it is repetitious. First, this kind of beating of the drum–using a few tragic situations, some of them years old–has been a primary force behind food safety  and anti-raw-dairy propaganda in this country. If you doubt what I mean, take a look at the U.S. Centers for Disease Control web site on raw milk. Mary Martin’s story is there as well, so it’s a key component in anti-raw-milk rhetoric and policy making in this country.

Second, it’s clear that this kind of parental nightmare story only gets held up for fear mongering if it’s politically correct. The story a couple people linked to, of Jim Navarro’s struggle to obtain a highly credible alternative treatment for his four-year-old son’s brain cancer, while his son was forced to undergo debilitating, and eventually killing, chemotherapy–that story isn’t politically correct, so it gets ignored. It’s a disgusting story, of how the U.S. Food and Drug Administration’s long-running campaign against providers of alternative treatments (they’re all termed “quacks”) has morphed into a total abridgement of parental rights and responsibilities…to the extent the medical profession will actually take children from their parents to force conventional treatments. (For an interview of Jim Navarro and the documentary about the treatment, in which Navarro also appears, see this site.)

As I indicated earlier, I have doubts about making policy based on individual tragedies. Unfortunately, in our large and complex society, we’ll always have our share of tragedies involving children, whether they’re from dangerous toys, serious illnesses, demented criminals, or tainted food. That’s not to say we shouldn’t learn from these awful situations. And it’s not to say parents in such situations shouldn’t campaign to try to protect others from the same fate. It’s difficult for politicians to push back against such campaigns, even if they are demanding inappropriate remedies.

I guess I’m questioning how many time parents should go to the well with these stories. If we’re going to make policy based on individual tragedies, then let’s be equal opportunity about them.  Jim Navarro’s terrible family ordeal is worthy of the same attention as Mary Martin’s.