Forensic Psychiatry in the Netherlands
Our chairman, Mira de Vries, was invited to speak for
fifteen minutes at a May 2008 conference on forensic psychiatry
organized by Bonjo.
Bonjo is an umbrella organization for over seventy groups concerned
with the interests of detainees and ex-detainees in the Netherlands and
abroad.
Below is a translation of her speech.
I’m happy to hear that the speakers before me gave
definitions. It’s
always handy to know what we’re talking about. I’ll be giving you
several definitions myself. To start with, forensic psychiatry.
By this I mean all actions of so-called behavior experts on behalf of
the ministry of justice. So also the Pieter Baan Center [for forensic
psychiatric observation and diagnosis]. It surprises me that I haven’t
heard anyone mention it yet, as without Pieter Baan there can be no
forensic psychiatric treatment. Pieter Baan is also important for
something else.
You see, the court has a difficult job. It has to determine who
committed a certain crime. How can a judge know this when he wasn’t
present at the scene and time of the crime?
Perhaps you’re familiar with the story of Silas
Marner by
George Elliot? It transpires in a small nineteenth century Christian
village in England. One day a bag of money was discovered to be
missing. They had an infallible method for determining the guilty
party. They had God do it. God’s representative on earth, the minister,
arranged for a drawing of lots. Marner drew the short lot, indicating
that he was guilty.
Elsewhere in his time there was a social problem of witchcraft. How did
the judge determine who is a witch? As everyone knows, a witch has been
intimate with the devil. During the act, the devil pierces her skin
with
his tail. Therefore the judge orders a physician to examine the woman’s
body for the place where the devil’s tail penetrated it.
These methods don’t work anymore because few people in the Netherlands
believe in God and even fewer in the devil. Not that in those days all
Christians held identical beliefs. It seems to me their beliefs were
even more diverse that today’s.
What do we believe in today? Science --- with a capital S. The Dutch
word for science is wetenschap (literally: knowledgeableness).
That’s
the point: you know, for certain, without doubt. Science makes
no
mistakes, like the god who incriminated Silas Marner. And the minister
of Science is the doctor, the expert.
For instance Cees
Borsboom and Lucia
De Berk were convicted
largely on grounds of reports by so-called behavior experts. Apparently
judges think, “S/he’s crazy, so s/he must have done it.” Just
as
the physicians of yore always found the spot on the woman’s body where
the devil’s tail penetrated, so psychiatrists and psychologists always
“find” something wrong with someone’s personality.
By the way, I read in the newspaper that, commenting on the Lucia de
Berk case, professor Hans Crombag
joked that our criminal law should fall under the law for lotteries. I
thought to myself, he is more right than he thinks. It’s the age-old
lottery system, disguised as Science.
Judges have a lot of power. I don’t doubt that most of them try to
handle it in a responsible way, but how do you do that? How do you
punish someone? What is fair? How do you protect society? Especially
when you’re not completely certain that the suspect is guilty?
What you do, is you hand the matter over to the minister, and in our
time, that is the physician. You transform the suspect to a patient.
The devil was exorcised from the witch, usually by
burning. Similarly, disease is exorcised from the patient, usually by
drugging. At least, that appears to be the judge's image of psychiatry.
Perhaps I have given you the impression that I believe that all the
detainees in Dutch jails are innocent. No, I’m sure jail is a fine
place for some people, for instance the young man who knifed down my
night grocer. Not that I am blind for the tragedy behind this young
man’s behavior, or that I don’t think he should be detained under
humane circumstances, but people who rob other people of their lives
cannot be allowed onto the streets.
What was the sentence given to him by the judge? Three years. Three
years, for the life of my night grocer. Three years, but: with
forensic
psychiatry. So how long is that really? When will this young man be
released?
We don’t know. Maybe he’ll remain locked up for the rest of his life.
Maybe
he’ll be released already after three years. Maybe even after one year,
according to what one of the speakers before me said. The point is that
it is not a decision made by the judge, nor by the public prosecutor,
and nor by the legislator. It is decided by the doctor, the expert. In
part due to this type of expertise innocent people languish
in our jails while dangerous criminals roam free.
The judge turns the matter over to the clinic, and probably appeases
his
conscience with the thought that the young man will be receiving
“help”. Even if it turns out he didn’t do it, who can object to help?
But what is help? Help by definition is something you
ask for.
Imagine, for instance, that you look in the mirror and notice that your
nose is crooked. You can’t bear to look like that, or perhaps it
interferes with your breathing. What do you do? You ask a plastic
surgeon to straighten it out. When he does, you are receiving help with
your problem.
But now imagine, not you but someone else decides that
your nose is crooked, and you are dragged to the plastic surgeon in
handcuffs. Or perhaps you go willingly, but it turns out the surgeon doesn’t
have any instruments to straighten out your
nose. Or he
straightens it by pulling your eyes crooked. Then you are not helped.
And so it is with psychiatry.
What is psychiatry? Psyche means soul (mind, personality) and -iatry
means medicine (in Dutch, literally: healing). And medicine, it is
assumed, is based on science. But the first requirement of
science
is that the object under study is observable, and the human soul is
not. I hear someone in the back row thinking, “We can observe human
behavior.” But then we arrive at the second requirement of science:
that the environment is controllable so that all variables can be ruled
out. For instance, when animal behaviorists run experiments with mice,
all the participating mice live in identical cages and consume
identical diets. You can’t do that with people. There are too
infinitely many variables.
There is also a third requirement for
science: that the results are repeatable. An example from chemistry, at
my
level of knowledge on the subject, is what happens when you mix vinegar
with baking soda. It fizzes. This will happen every time, regardless of
who does the mixing, regardless of where it is mixed, regardless of who
is looking on, and – very important – regardless of who paid for the
vinegar and baking soda. You don’t achieve reliable results like that
with human behavior.
Medicine means the art of healing, but nobody in psychiatry ever heals,
nobody. Psychiatrists don’t even speak about healing or recovery, they
speak about managing. The word has to be said all over the
world in English to sound
more learned. Managing (in English) means managing (in Dutch).
So
psychiatrists speak of managing mental illnesses, or disorders, or
whatever they call them. Their favorite words are psychoses and
schizophrenia.
However, they can’t demonstrate the existence of these disorders. They
mumble about neurotransmitters, but it isn’t possible to test
neurotransmitters in the human brain. That can only be done in mice (or
rats). You kill the mouse and immediately dunk it’s head in ice
water to cool it down, otherwise the neurotransmitters will
disintegrate.
Then you take out the brain, cut a thin slice from it, and put that in
a centrifuge to spin out the neurotransmitters. But you can’t do it
with a human, because, aside from ethical concerns, even the head of a
child is too large to cool down fast enough to prevent the
neurotransmitters from disintegrating by the time you get to the brain.
So there is no proof
whatsoever that neurotransmitters are involved in misbehavior. Not even
the misbehavior of mice, not even in mice who hear voices or have
personality disorders.
Now I’m not saying there’s no such thing as crazy people. Take, for
instance, that creep in Austria with his daughter in a cellar, assuming
what we read in the papers is true. Who would do such a thing? A
madman of course, who else? The speaker before me gave a definition of
crazy. He said it means strange. I agree with that. Crazy means
bizarre, beyond understanding. Just as the word managing does
not take
on more meaning when said in English, the word crazy does not
take
on more meaning when said in medical pig Latin: psychotic,
schizophrenic.
Psychiatry is not about managing psychoses and schizophrenia; these
conditions cannot not even be demonstrated to exist. There are no
objective tests for them, and the so called experts doesn’t even agree
on what these words mean. The DSM – often called the
psychiatric bible
– doesn’t define the word psychoses, and the word schizophrenia is
defined so broadly that that it can be and often is applied to people
who have not one deviant characteristic (deceivingly called “symptom”)
in common. And as if that isn’t vague enough already, many
psychiatrists
don’t bother with the criteria in the DSM.
What psychiatry is all about, is managing psychotics and
schizophrenics, or rather, people so labeled. So psychiatry is
about
managing people. That’s why we have forensic psychiatry, but not
forensic cardiology or forensic gynecology.
I already said that no one in psychiatry ever recovers, but people do
become worse, and then I’m not even referring to the awful physical
deformities, trembling, involuntary movements, and so forth. I’m
talking about behavior. An earlier speaker discussed the issue of
crimes committed while on leave from the forensic psychiatric clinic.
There are even cases of people convicted of, say, setting fires, or
self-exposure, who, while on leave from the forensic psychiatric
clinic, commit murder for the first time in their lives. You go in as a
nuisance and come out as
a murderer. Why?
Shall I tell you? The first thing most detainees do as soon as they get
the chance, is rid themselves of those horrid pills. Also in the cases
we’ve had of people escaping, they did not say to the staff in advance,
“Please prepare me a week’s supply of pills because I’m
going to run
away.” When you go off those pills cold turkey, you get withdrawal
deliria. They’re not identical in everyone, but they are conspicuously
often fits of rage, aggression.
The laboratory technician who explained to me about neurotransmitter
research, also told me about experiments she did with neuroleptics.
Nowadays they’re called antipsychotics for marketing convenience. It
rhymes with antibiotics, a kind of wonder drug. I refuse to call them
that because they aren’t. Neuroleptics is what the are, as
their original inventors knew and named them. That literally means
making the brain lethargic. Getting back to the laboratory technician,
she was involved with testing neuroleptics on mice. She related that
when the experiments were over, it was crucial to sacrifice the mice
immediately, because if delayed, the withdrawal of the neuroleptics
would kick in, and then those otherwise so tame little animals would
become so extremely violent that it was impossible to catch them even
wearing thick gloves.
The speaker [who was not able to attend, and whose speech was partly
read out to us], listed recent news stories about people who suddenly
and unexpectedly turned violent. She proposes that early psychiatric
intervention could have prevented these horrific acts. What she doesn’t
tell you is that each of these people she mentioned were already
in
psychiatric treatment and on psychiatric drugs at the time the act was
committed. Prevention would be wonderful if it were possible, but we
don’t have any effective methods of prevention. On the contrary, it is
likely that the pills and shots that she would like to see administered
at an earlier stage are precisely the cause of these acts of
violence.
Psychiatrists promptly label such deliria “psychoses”, and then what?
Then they prescribe even more pills and shots. Psychiatric drugs are
partly responsible for the fact that there keep being more and more
crazy people, more and more people who cannot control their behavior,
more and more homeless, more and more disabled people. Think of the
vast proliferation of young adults receiving disability pensions as was
widely reported in our news media last week. The explosive numbers are
specifically linked to the frequent diagnosis of ADHD. Is it any wonder
that there are now so many disabled young adults, when the previous
decades
so many children who didn’t sit still in school were drugged with
Ritalin or Risperdal or what have you? Of course when you damage
children’s central nervous systems they grow into unemployable adults.
I continue with my list: more and more cases of family violence, more
and more accidents, for instance in traffic, and we are less safe than
ever on our streets.
Terrorism, that’s a huge problem in Bagdad. Here in the Netherlands
your risk of becoming the victim of a terrorist attack is nil, in spite
of the angst our government tries to inspire us with. Perhaps they do
it to promote the sale of pills for anxiety. Here, the biggest threat
to our freedom and safety is psychiatry. Psychiatry is always hiding in
the shadows, ready to pounce on us. And most of all, psychiatry is
everywhere where people are warehoused: in jails, youth detention
centers, old folks’ homes, institutions for the intellectually
disabled, schools, and so forth. Because psychiatry is all about
managing people.
Forensic psychiatry serves, besides for storing people, to paper over
the
judge’s doubts and fill in the cracks of our criminal justice system.
Not to mention to fill the pockets of all those phony physicians and
bogus experts. They’re much better than me at talking, but then so are
used car dealers. And don’t forget the bank accounts of the
pharmaceutical industries, whose lobbyists write our laws.
Psychiatric victims know that we do not live in freedom. In many
aspects we are better off than other places in the world, but that
doesn’t make us free. We live in a dictatorship of doctors. And fitting
to a dictatorship is a nationalistic anthem, with which I will end. To
spare your ears, I won’t sing it, so you don’t have to rise.
[The following is a parody of the Dutch
national anthem.]
William of Nassau am I,
Deprived of liberty,
Remaining drug compliant
Until it mangles me.
A House of Orange patient
I am, compulsory.
Not king but the physician
It is who governs me.
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Conclusion of the conference with speakers
receiving flowers.
MeTZelf chairman Mira de Vries is at the extreme left.

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