The Great Eldercide + Letter to the Salvation Army General
The Normalization of Medical Murder + Guest Letter by Karin Schroeder; Please Help Us Save Karin’s 97-Year-Old Mum & Her 464 Fellow Care Home Residents
The Great Eldercide
by Margaret Anna Alice
“[T]he extension of life expectancy is no longer an objective desired by the logic of power. Because as long as it was a question of extending life expectancy in order to reach the maximum profitability threshold of the human machine, in terms of work, it was perfect.
“But as soon as you go beyond 60/65, people live longer than they produce and they cost society dearly.…
“Indeed, from the point of view of society, it is much better for the human machine to come to an abrupt halt than for it to deteriorate gradually.…
“As a socialist, I am objectively opposed to extending life because it is an illusion, a false problem.…
“Euthanasia will be one of the essential instruments of our future societies in all cases.”
—Jacques Attali, interview conducted by Michel Salomon, 1981 (read more chilling excerpts in Letter to a Holocaust Denier)
With the June 20, 2025, passing of the Terminally Ill Adults (End of Life) Bill in England and Wales, eugenicist philanthropaths and their advisors are rapidly realizing their longstanding dreams of normalizing thanatoriums and suicide parlors.
It’s not like medical murder is anything new. It’s just that it’s becoming legally and socially acceptable—from Canada’s popular Medical Assistance in Dying (MAiD) program to the Netherlands’s Termination of Life on Request and Assisted Suicide (Review Procedures) Act to Switzerland’s stylish suicide machines.
Canadians can be proud that their eugenization program is “the fastest growing in the world, now representing over 4 percent of all deaths.” Plus, look at how much money it’s saving!
Euthanizing the elderly is now such a permissible topic, a Yale professor can suggest the “only solution” to Japan’s growing elderly population is their “mass suicide and mass ‘seppuku’” and still keep his job—this at a time when professors’ thoughts are policed so closely, even an intended compliment can get one fired.
Those are the explicit forms of government-approved extermination, but then there’s the just-following-orders kind performed by the killing nurses of the Fourth Reich under the ruse of “healthcare.”
Excess mortality data shows it was financially incentivized hospicidal protocols that were responsible for the deaths attributed to COVID in 2020.
For over a year now, the Scottish Inquiry has been documenting heartbreaking testimonies of the neglect, torture, human rights abuses, toe-tagging, and “involuntary euthanasia” of elders and other vulnerable individuals such as the disabled in care homes starting in 2020.
Family members were pressured by staff to sign DNACPRs (do-not-resuscitate orders). In some cases, those signatures were forged.
It was against this gruesome backdrop that the following message arrived from UK citizen and Apocaloptimist friend Karin Schroeder on July 1:
The worst thing has happened. The Salvation Army are giving up their care homes in the UK. That’s my mother tossed to the wind. I am devastated and the fighter in me has risen. Marc’s eyes filled with tears as I read back my response to them today.
My mother needs a miracle.
Devastated
Karin
Below is the letter Karin received:
Karin and her husband, Marc, live off-grid on a property without gas or electricity—a hard-won victory in itself.
They are in no position to take over the care of her ninety-seven-year-old mother, who has dementia and requires special support. Even if they were, that would still leave 464 other residents facing an uncertain future, which—judging by the examples of care home experiences cited above—could involve isolation, abuse, administration of end-of-life drugs such as the lethal combination of midazolam and morphine without family consent, and accelerated death.
There is still hope, however. And you can help.
According to the letter above, the decision is not yet final. Public pressure on the Salvation Army to continue caring for the existing residents could save their lives.
Following is the letter Karin wrote to the Salvation Army general. She starts by introducing you to her mother and giving you context about her situation before segueing to her letter.
After that, you will find contact info for the Salvation Army. We ask that you take a moment to plead for the lives of the 465 residents and 170 staff members who would be affected by the proposed closures or transfers of its eleven care homes along with a link to this article so they can see one of the human beings whose life could be cut short by such a callous disposal.
Please fight for Karin’s mum and all those she represents.
Introduction
by Karin Schroeder
In the latter part of 1927, the Danish Salvation Army Officer Sofus Larsen knelt by the cot of his firstborn. He thanked God for her life and dedicated the tiny baby back to God. That tiny baby grew up to serve God all her life. She is my mother, retired Salvation Army Officer Major Mirjam Claydon.
In April 1940, at the age of thirteen, she watched the German Luftwaffe fly over their home as the Nazis occupied Denmark. After liberation, her father was unable to afford for her to get her student’s cap, so she went to work, eventually working in a Salvation Army hotel in Sweden peeling potatoes. This was to save enough money to buy a uniform in order to enter the Salvation Army International Training College in London. Before entering the college, she was sent to the Salvation Army Orphanage, Strawberry Fields in Liverpool, as an assistant to improve her English.
At the training college, she met my father. He had recently been demobbed from the RAF. A few years later, they were married and offered their service as missionaries to Africa.
They were sent to run the Salvation Army Men’s Home in Bulawayo, Rhodesia, arriving with their baby, my eldest sister.
There, my other sister was born before they were appointed to a remote and rudimentary mission called Tshelanyemba, where there was one other missionary, a nurse. With two tiny toddlers, my mother endured the hardships of managing alone as my father spent the week away, inspecting the rural schools.
With water being eventually piped from the river, she frequently bathed with tadpoles. The youngest daughter contracted malaria, and the nearest doctor swam a flooded river to get to her. When the Land Rover broke down, my father stripped the engine, found the offending part, and hitchhiked to Bulawayo to get a new one. My mother sewed hundreds of Salvation Army uniforms for the local villagers who came to their services. Real pioneering mission work.
From there, they were appointed to Howard Mission, north of Salisbury, Rhodesia, and then to Chikankata, a large mission in Zambia. I was born just prior to that appointment. My father had gotten his degree by correspondence during the previous appointments and was appointed headmaster of the secondary school there until 1967.
During a hiatus from mission work, my mother successfully gained her teaching diploma and ended up as a lecturer at the Teachers Training College in Bulawayo, where she was head of the Arts and Needlework Department. My father was head of the Maths Department at the same college. In the 1980s, they both re-entered full service as Salvation Army officers but in Salisbury, England, this time.
When my father died at age sixty-two, my mother continued as a Salvation Army officer on her own, eventually running Emmarentia Eventide Home (a Salvation Army care home in Johannesburg, South Africa). There she took the books out of the red and raised enough money to buy an additional property to reduce the long waiting list for care. She also visited every resident morning and evening, pouring her efforts into providing holistic body, mind, and soul care for them all.
Now this hard-working and courageous woman is ninety-seven and in a Salvation Army care home herself. What a horrific battle I had to get her there. Although very active until she was eighty-eight in both the Army and community, her fierce independence and progressive undiagnosed dementia stopped her from seeking the help she needed. That combined with a fragmented NHS and social care service led to her health collapse in 2021 the day before her ninety-fourth birthday. There was no proper social care or NHS at the time. It was all COVID measures and the hysterical mania that stripped the elderly of any basic care.
She was found on the floor next to her bed by the carer I had employed on my mother’s behalf with power of attorney. We raced the 250 miles to her flat. It took a week before a doctor visited. After a cursory examination, I was informed that she had water on her lungs, her organs were failing, and she was dying. As she refused to go to hospital, the doctor simply left me to it after prescribing morphine. Alone. An immobile elderly person who couldn’t even roll over on her own who was struggling to breathe and had stopped eating or drinking.
Every NHS service that arrived did an assessment, left, and signed her off except the physio, who got her a hospital bed before signing her off. Over the next few weeks, I, the carer, and her experienced friend slowly got my mother to eat and drink. She recovered. The litany of blocks put in our way and lack of communication between departments are too many to report here but are detailed in a report sent to government. I had to break the system to get her safe, and it was only by miracles that in August 2022 she entered the spiritually safe environment of a Salvation Army care home.
On 30th of June, I received an email from the Salvation Army. They are divesting themselves of the eleven care homes they run, including my mother’s, which may be bought by another care provider. Five of the homes are being closed permanently.
465 elderly people, unable to care for themselves, whose families have all gone through the bureaucratic nightmare to get them safe, now face an uncertain future. I expect this kind of action from the heartless civil service—not the organization that “serves God.” The organization my mother served with such hard work and dedication. A care home is not a financial contract, it’s a dedication. It’s a responsibility taken for the most vulnerable on an individual basis and can’t be tossed away when the going gets tough. And the going has got tough. Money is short. Endless bureaucracy has tied up finances and personnel. It is intentional. The elderly are considered a burden to the state.
God’s people stand up at this time for those who can’t.
I am writing to the general of the Salvation Army as a call:
to spiritual arms and a return to a work of faith and not the work of analysts and accountants;
to put God back as head of the Salvation Army;
for the takeover by God and not the stranglehold of state capture though funding; and
for rejecting UN think tanks and Agenda 2030. (The International Headquarters website reads like Agenda 2030.)
When the church of God on Earth
Relies on friends and wealth
She leans a great deal less on God
And more upon herself
—Commissioner John Gowan, Takeover Bid
Those who understand this have seen the place where miracles begin.
I cannot get this article or the following letter to the general. “Protocol” apparently prevents the Salvation Army Department from forwarding the letter to him.
Will you help me? I cannot remain silent when 465 helpless elderly people need a miracle.
#SaveTheElderly
#PutGodBackinTheChurch
#PutGodBackInTheSalvationArmy
Letter to the General of the Salvation Army, Lyndon Buckingham
by Karin Schroeder
The first I knew about the Salvation Army’s plans concerning Glebe Court was in announcement and the meeting minutes received last night. Sadly, I did not notice the meeting invite as I did not recognize the sender’s name, and I am used to receiving advertising or appeals from various NGOs. I would have expected to receive communication directly from Glebe concerning my mother’s welfare. I wrote in shock to the general last night. I now wish to clarify my position.
Let me rewrite in English what I read last night. The Salvation Army looks after 465 very vulnerable elderly people but has decided that it is too costly to look after them, and by comparison, they can do community work and reach many more people. The needs in the community being very different to those costly old 465 people, draining resources. Because the souls of the 465 are less important than the many more nameless souls out there that the Army imagines that it will help. Saving souls needs to be cost-effective. The condemned 465 costly souls must be sacrificed for the greater good. “Difficult choices must be made” is a euphemism for “choosing who lives and who dies.”
I am used to translating think-tank speak into reality. And when the Army did their research that led to this astounding conclusion, did they use an independent firm? Perhaps a firm that recognizes UN and WHO “one size fits all fits none” policies as being supreme? That write their intellectual think-tank fantasies in flowery language lacking in grassroots reality and humanity and doesn’t recognize God as being supreme?
I sit on meetings in the Cross Party Group on Elderly People and Aging in Wales and am in direct communication with Age Cymru, the NGO the Welsh Senedd uses as policy advisor. The gap between policy and reality at grassroots is huge. I had a very difficult fight and struggle to get my retired Salvation Army mother Major Claydon out of a physically unsafe situation into the safety of Glebe Court where she would receive Christian standard of care physically and spiritually. That contract between the Salvation Army Glebe Court and my mother is signed with the blood of Jesus.
My ninety-seven-year-old mother has dementia and is unable to walk. To move her at this stage or completely change things would kill her in a cruel way, undeserved and unfitting for the blood and fire organisation of William Booth. She has been there for nearly three years. She understands the routine. The room is her haven and the big window through which she observes the world her connection to life. The entertainment officer, Dina, is a spiritual lifeline. They sing together. Pray together. The previous chaplain saw Mum daily. Read scripture with her and prayed with her. Comforted her when she was downhearted or lonely. Jenni, the home manager, pops in often and is always willing to sort out queries.
My report on the treatment of the elderly is what got me onto the Cross Party Group. It is widely disseminated within that group and Age Cymru and submitted to both Westminster and Welsh Parliament Health and Social Welfare. The report contains two case studies. It is grassroots-level reality not intellectual think-tank fantasy.…
I fully understand that government policies (UN in origin) and guidelines from the various departments make caregiving a bureaucratic nightmare and expensive. That is intentional. I have read what they intend to do. It is time to stand up for the most vulnerable in our society. One of them served God and the Army all her life. Jesus died for her. She is my mother. I expect God’s people to protect her, body, mind, and soul. “Through His people, God Himself is close beside you and through them, He plans to answer all your prayers. Someone cares.”
And as Joy Webb, who was a Glebe resident, wrote, “In the fear, in the doubt, in the loneliness, in the struggle of right against wrong, somewhere amidst the confusion, there will be hope, there will be love, there will be God.”
Three things remain forever, faith, hope, and love. The greatest of these is love.
The Army’s decision about the care homes and 465 souls is morally bankrupt and spiritually wrong in my opinion. I will pray for a miracle and a touching of hearts and reigniting of the fire that once burned so brightly. “All that you need is available, the moment you turn to the Lord.”
Many thanks,
Karin Schroeder
Note: I made minor tweaks to Karin’s piece for clarity and stylistic consistency but left her British spelling intact.
Please Contact the Salvation Army
The general of the Salvation Army is their spiritual leader. If he could hear voices from across the world calling for the Salvation Army to keep their UK care homes with their vulnerable elderly 465 residents safe within their care, I believe it would make the difference. Please help me get my letter to the general. I am praying for a miracle.
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UK Headquarters
International Headquarters
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Main UK & Ireland Office
Phone: (020) 7367 4500
Email: info@salvationarmy.org.uk
Mailing Address
The Salvation Army UK & Ireland Territorial Headquarters
1 Champion Park
London SE5 8FJ
UK
International Headquarters (IHQ)
Phone (within the UK): 020 7332 0101
Phone (international): +44 20 7332 0101
Mailing Address
The Salvation Army
International Headquarters
101 Queen Victoria Street
London EC4V 4EH
UK
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From MAA: Just as I finished drafting this post, Karin sent me the following poem, which seemed like a perfect closing message for this piece. She told me:
“It was sent to me by a Salvation Army man of my age. We both grew up in Rhodesia. Both went to Bulawayo Salvation Army. There was absolute[ly a] reason why he sent it.”
Lean on Me
A Poem from Zimbabwe (formerly Rhodesia)
by Gift Mutseyami
For the broken, the forgotten, the brave.
Forever seen. Forever loved.
To the orphans,
To the poor,
To the widows,
And to those lying face-down on rock bottom—
This is your story.
This is my hand, stretched out to you,
My voice, breaking through the silence you cry into at night.
This is me saying: Lean on me.
I see you.
You with the tattered blanket in winter’s chokehold.
You with empty pots and hopeful children.
You with swollen eyes and a heart too heavy to carry alone.
I feel your pain,
Not just from afar, but from within.
Because I have walked barefoot in the dust,
Ndakamborara pasi pemuti mudumbu musina chinhu. [I once slept under a tree with an empty stomach.]
I have been called names that broke my spirit.
I have begged God to remember me—“Baba, ndiri mwana wenyu, kana ndakatadza mundiregerere?” [“Father, I am your child, if I have sinned, will you forgive me?”]
To the child whose mother never came back,
To the mother who buries her husband then buries her hope,
To the young man watching his dreams drown in drugs,
To the girl afraid to dream because all she’s ever known is survival—
Lean on me.
I may not have millions,
But I have scars,
And they taught me how to survive.
They taught me how to speak life into death,
How to whisper hope into hopeless places.
You are not alone.
I repeat—you are not alone.
Even when the world pretends not to see you,
Even when your name is forgotten and your tears are ignored,
I am here.
Ndiri pano, hama yangu. [I am here, my brother/sister.]
And so is God—though silent, He watches with compassion.
One day, the sun will shine again.
Zuva richabuda zvakare.
The night may feel endless,
But dawn always comes—slowly, then all at once.
Until then,
When your knees are weak,
When your heart can no longer carry the load,
When your faith is flickering like a candle in the wind—
Lean on me.
Let my words carry you.
Let my story remind you:
There is life after this.
There is purpose even in your pain.
There is greatness hidden behind your grief.
So rise, slowly if you must.
Cry if you need.
But never stop believing.
Because I am with you.
And together, we will make it.
Together, we rise.
Lean on me.
© Margaret Anna Alice, LLC
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Shocking! Daisy, they simply directed your email to the same person in the department handling the closures of the homes, who refused, due to "protocol", to forward my email to the General. This person does not put a rank with his name. That probably means that he is not a full time Salvation Army Officer but an ordinary employee and the only one reading the emails and replying.
Thank you for sharing the reply and for your comments about it! Unfortunately, they look less Christian by the day.
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