I have just attended the special memorial service for Tainted Blood Victims in St Paul’s Cathedral, London.
For decades, the Red Cross knew there was some sort of virus in some people’s donated blood. They took a gamble that it was relatively benign, which it wasn’t. Thousands upon thousands of people suffered a slow, lingering, painful death.
Epstein-like, files disappeared, and resources were poured into obfuscation and denial, as inevitably questions began to be asked.
In England, a parliamentary inquiry has recently been held, and an apology with compensation was given.
In Australia, effectively nothing has happened.
I held a public meeting in my church in the early 1990s, and hundreds of victims came. A couple of decades later, when I again attempted to hold the same meeting, most had died. I think that day, I got about six people into my church.
This issue is especially painful for me because, in the early days , my late former wife contracted hepatitis C through a blood transfusion.
When, this was discovered a decade later,I took her to the Red Cross where their barrister said they knew the very person who donated the infected blood. When I asked for some help and compensation, I was told to bugger off.
So, today when the thousands of multicoloured petals fell on us all from inside the great dome of St Paul’s, they were to me the very Tears from Heaven.
The Brits have stepped up, even to the point of installing an Infected Blood Memorial, something the Australian authorities, to their eternal shame, never have and probably never will.
The scary thing is thousands of those who have died have had children, and they, without knowing it, could be infected too.
So many lives destroyed by a totally avoidable public disaster.
It’s time for a reckoning. It’s time for an inquiry in Australia that actually gives results, not platitudes.