Aseem Malhotra is a British cardiologist who rose to fame during the vestigial tail of “Covid” and its political implications. Today he is being tipped for a role in Donald Trump’s administration, possibly adjacent to where Robert Kennedy will sit.
He was repeatedly smeared by various media in South Africa, including News25, the transgender activist Max du Preez, and another transgender activist expat “doctor” called Alistair McAlpine as an ‘anti-vaxxer’. I know the guy a bit – as does Helen Zille.
In February last year I was invited to speak at the annual BizNews conference in KwaZulu-Natal. At the last minute, one of the organising team managed to secure a speaking spot for Malhotra. His flight was arriving from London around the same time as mine, so I agreed that Malhotra and Professor Tim Noakes could ride shotgun from Durban to the Drakensberg. I met him at arrivals, and we set out for the three-hour drive.
I wasn’t immediately a fan of Malhotra, but acknowledged him as one of many profiles who had found a way to profit from saying what everyone else knew about experimental therapeutics, lockdowns, and the commercial vehicles behind these exercises – because no accusation of “anti-vaxxer” or “covid denier” or “lockdown skeptic” could ever counter the demonstrably proven data that lockdowns were the greatest upward transfers of wealth in modem history.
They had shattered small businesses, broken families, stunted early childhood development, promoted alcoholism and substance dependency, and interrupted humanity’s instinctive desire for companionship. They were an aberration, and by February 2021, the world knew this and people like Malhotra were increasingly in demand.
Agitated
But he was agitated and couldn’t talk about one thing for more than two minutes before venturing on to something completely different. I excused this as being due to the paranoia that comes from exploring territory close to cancelation. He knew the media and other professional bodies were gunning for him, and his bravado was being tested.
The following night Malhotra approached me, and claiming to have left his phone charging in his room, asked me to film his meeting with the National Chair of the Democratic Alliance, Madam Helen Zille. I liked Zille a lot, and I agreed reluctantly, warning him that I wasn’t exactly the Bangladeshi Technical Help Desk at the best of times. But I managed to get the camera working, and stood to the side whilst Malhotra introduced himself to Zille and asked her a few questions. At the end of the encounter, Malhotra asked me to send him the clip, which I did. Malhotra explained that he wanted to use it for his research and “records”.
The following day there was some murmuring among the organisers of the conference. I spotted a few looking for Malhotra, who was supposedly in his room preparing for his next talk later that week. Later that evening, Clive Eksteen, the former Proteas cricketer, called me to the bar. “Did you have anything to do with this?” “With what?” “A video that is now going viral on social media?” I was lost. “Well, I filmed Malhotra last night…I’ve got it on my phone…look…” “You silly bastard,” he shook his head, “Malhotra went and posted that on social media, inferring that Helen agrees with his position on vaccines”, Clive lamented. “So not for his records then?”
An organiser then arrived, we explained what I had done, and Clive disarmed him. Satisfied that I didn’t even possess social media accounts to repost the content, the organiser dismissed me as a useful fool. But then Malhotra himself arrived, and the organiser blew a gasket, storming out.
Useless flex
“Look,” Malhotra said to me as I walked out, “I know what has happened. George Soros has gotten hold of the DA and warned them he’ll stop funding. That’s why everyone is so cross”. I detest that creature Soros, whose pathetic district attorneys have impacted on me personally in California, and I detest his son Alex. But to use him as an excuse under the circumstances when fessing up was the only appropriate response struck me as useless, and frankly, the kind of thing I’d expect from the transgender activist Alistair McAlpine.
There was nothing wrong with what Helen Zille said, neither was there anything remotely controversial about Malhotra’s questions to her. What happened next, however, was slippery.
The following day I had it out a bit with Malhotra as we drove back to Durban. I wanted to punch him, but my wife coaxed me out of it, and I felt sorry for Tim – one of the nicest men I’ve ever known – stuck in the middle of the fracas.
Unapologetic
Malhotra was unapologetic, and I couldn’t wait to see the back of him. Helen Zille was furious, justifiably, and although the video had been taken down, her enemies now had additional ammunition. The whole thing sucked.
I very much like many of the profiles of Donald Trump’s new administration, mostly because some of them are already sending establishment-left social justice incels into panicked squealing, and you can never have enough of that. But were I to have Trump’s ear, I would very much caution against appointing Malhotra.
Thing is, if there is to be a collective reflex against the culture enforced by the likes of Anthony Fauci and Peter Hotez, if the FDA is to be frisked for its advocacy of food and drugs that kill you, if America wants to see fewer child land whales SSRI’d up to their gills shrieking on its pavements, then the people who lead that journey have to be unimpeachable, objective-focused – and not make wild excuses when they stuff up.
Charitably you could say that Malhotra was just doing to others what the media had done to him, but again, that would be an unacceptable stretch. He isn’t the guy for the job, and in the event that he gets it, I give him a few months.
[Photo: Dr. Aseem Malhotra/The Blair Partnership]
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