Medical Doctor and Politics

A doctor is closer to humanitarian  than a priest or a pastor.

I have come to this conclusion after many reflections.

At home in Haiti, especially during my early youth which I had to spend under the dictatorship, where the president was affectionately called Papa Doc, because he was a doctor.
I thought it was because his circle of acquaintances consisted of former classmates from the Faculty of Medicine, and despite his reputation for bloodthirsty, the dictatorial era surely demanded it, while his government at the highest level was full of doctors.

Without trying to excuse anyone, the adversities that heads of state must face, rather than making them more altruistic, push them to awaken the animal tendency that is said to lie dormant in every man.

Here is the sentence that triggered Papa Doc’s savagery:

“Look what they did to me!” » »

I personally know Dr. Ariel Henry, the current Prime Minister of Haiti, not because he used to frequent the hotel that I used to manage, I don’t remember seeing him once coming to the hotel as a personal client, except perhaps to participate in meetings or conferences with political decision-makers, since everything revolves around politics in Haiti and hotels are the most appropriate establishments to provide services, an irony to show those who want to become servants of the people, (what service is!). ) As proof, the agreements that come out of these meetings often bear the name of the hotel in question where these meetings were held, not as a stigma, but as a mark of respect I would say.

Dr. Henry and I had a mutual friend and he had come to see her at my house once or twice, to kill time instead of going to a bar. He is a pleasant and prestigious man, I would say, to repeat after Dr. Frantz Large, another friend of mine and of the Villa Creole hotel, being the friend of the owner where we even had literary Thursdays that we did for four people and where Dr. Large was the main animator for his outstanding erudition.

I always asked myself this question: Why do doctors like politics so much, what are they doing in this mess?

Well, I found the answer for you dear friends.

A medical doctor knows man in his most intimate and sensitive aspects. To have studied the man physically and psychically, not only theoretically, but practically, and this, with the aim of helping him to continue to assume his destiny until the end of his life.

What a noble profession.

In my opinion, this desire to do politics is the normal consequence, not to say a defect, that all those who, after having been in contact with man in his most vulnerable way, want to prevent rather than cure.

Having understood that politics is the one that offers this possibility, without knowing that it is hypocrisy, corruption muted by power, and that there is nothing noble to be gained from it, they embark on it anyway, even if it means losing their reputation. As a reward, since they are educated people, they often get out of it with a nice piece of the cake or they are found well endowed. The doctor-politicians of my time had mostly become owners of large hotel establishments 🏨, this, by professional deformation. From the big white H on a green background of hospital , they have now switched to a red H on a white background , without knowing that hotel management is more complex than the management of a medical clinic or a hospital . that is why they all end up going bankrupt, while the real hoteliers continue to manage their fifty year old establishment with difficulty, the political vagaries, again politics 😫.!

The reason:

Hotels and hospitals rhyme well and they do more or less the same thing, one does hospitality and the other does hospitalization.

Of the two which is more complicated you might ask?

For having studied and experienced hospitality all my life, I will answer you, hospitality. Ah ha! But how?

You see, the world is a big establishment where all souls who live in it are sick. Sick, because they have left their true home. Being all exiled in a hostile world, they are always looking for a lost happiness. It is like a child who dropped a coin from his pocket at home, he heard it rolling around the house, but he keeps looking for it in the street.