A recent article of mine, “Are Doctors Human?” has offended some of my friends. They have complained that many things depend on context and situation. I do believe, but they must have criticized and explained while referring to the examples and incidents I have quoted. I will love it if they help me in finding another suitable context for understanding the child-robbery from hospitals. Similarly, I do not know any other context to understand a Pakistani doctor’s frequent visits to Dubai, Malaysia, Egypt, Samarkand, Turkey, and Bangkok with the support of pharmaceutical companies. There may be many contexts, but I do not know any of these.
Some of them have complained that what they do, nobody else can do. They mean they serve humanity. Yes, it is very accurate. But I do differ again. I do not believe in the holiness of the cows. They are lovely living beings, who have served humanity for millennia. They must be fed well, cared, and respected. I cannot worship them; otherwise, I would have to worship anything that benefits me.
The same is the case with human beings. Doctors are great, so the parents and teachers are. Parents create these doctors, and teachers make them. Farmers produce food for them, and some make meals for them. Some great souls clean the rooms of the students who later become doctors. There are always some nice guys who give great haircuts to these students. There are always some great souls who stand at the gates of the colleges and hostels where doctors study diseases and medicines.
However, the most important among them to me is the police, the individuals who enforce the law to protect the lives, liberty, and possessions of all citizens. They prevent crime and civil disorder. They reach me when I feel unsafe and protect me from an offender. Upon feeling their presence, I lock my door and leave it without any inhibitions that someone would break into to steal my underwear, socks, and tea-sashes. The trust that an efficient police system creates makes us send our children to school, many of whom become doctors in their later lives.
They have complained that the majority of police are corrupt and bullies. Aren’t the doctors so? From child-robbery to cesarian business, and from overdosing to organ trade, all are in no way lesser crimes than what the police are involved in. The fact is that doctors have private clinics that police cannot own. Doctors earn through wrong diagnosis, overprescription, private businesses and through many horrible malpractices including C-section, illegal organ transplant, etc. Police receive through bribes and often enjoy unpaid services.
They have complained that they have demanding work schedules. Do they know anything about police working schedules? The police job in countries like India and Pakistan is a twenty-hour duty until retirement. They have argued that a police officer has a massive protocol and many individuals at their disposal even at homes. Yes, they do. But do they know why? It is because their homes become working offices when they are given high ranks. Within their homes, they cannot spare time for children and families due to frequent duty calls and assignments. I have a friend. I often try to talk to him but I reach him twice in a hundred attempts. Even during these two or three calls, he keeps working, assigning duties, and performing many tasks. Our call is often interrupted, consequently.
They have complained that I cannot feel what they feel when someone is about to die in front of them. I cannot feel what they feel when they save a child out of a dying mother. I cannot feel what they feel when they take out a bullet from someone’s head or liver. It is absolutely right. I really cannot feel so. But I know that the person from whose head they take out the bullet, or stitch the cut on his arm or shoulder, is often a police guy, not a doctor. You know 3000 people died in the terror attacks of 9/11. But I know that most of the doctors do not know that more than 7000, mostly police, security personnel killed in Pakistan since 9/11 in their attempts to safeguard the lives of the people.
Note: The author got the inspiration from the August 4 commemorations across Pakistan as the Police Martyrs Day.