It's time to clear up a few things. I should've done this initially in the first essay. It's important for people to know how it went down. It's important for truth seekers, historians and anyone else that understands the inherent sanctity of truth. In this case the truth has the added quality of being miraculous. The Torah teaches that publicizing a miracle is an extremely important mitzvah. A miracle is a message from G-d to mankind, it's an opportunity for mankind to develop a closer relationship to its Creator. The Torah also teaches the extreme importance of giving credit where credit is due, and to whom it is due. Whoever properly acknowledges another person's work and achievements speeds up the arrival of the Messiah and the redemption of mankind by doing so. For all these reasons, it's time to set the record straight about how Dr. Zelenko developed the Zelenko protocol.
It was late February, early March of 2020. The northeast of the United States was hit by Covid like a sledgehammer. Dr. Zelenko's community was hit very hard. His community included people from all walks of life, ethnicities and religions, but it was primarily an orthodox Jewish community where 35,000 people live within a square mile. We're talking about big families, constant communal events and celebrations taking place. Weddings, bar mitzvahs, prayer services three times a day, every day. A virus like Covid spread through it like wildfire. My brother served that community for over 15 years. He was the guardian of their physical health and to many people there, a spiritual guardian as well.
Most know my brother as a doctor, but fewer know that he was also a great Rabbi. He wasn't officially ordained but he was a brilliant Torah scholar, as learned as most Rabbis, if not more so. His patients sensed his wisdom and many of them would seek his advice on all spiritual matters. His community became like family to him.
When Covid hit, he was very distressed, there didn't seem to be any directives from the federal or state government. National health institutions had no helpful directives. Their advice was to stay home, take Tylenol, get sicker and then come to the hospital and get put on a ventilator. Dr. Zelenko could not and would not accept that.
He had to do something, and he prayed intensely to G-d for a solution. Our mother advised him to find out what healthcare professionals and research scientists tried in the countries that Covid had already gone through. He found a lot of information, every country had multiple scientists and healthcare professionals trying all sorts of approaches in the laboratory setting that seemed promising. The problem was choosing which approach to zone in on. Time wasn't a luxury he had. He needed to make the right choices quickly.
He decided to focus on three substances, hydroxychloroquine, zinc, and azithromycin. Hydroxychloroquine stood out to him because it was by far the safest drug that he'd seen during his search. It had decades of long-term safety data from all over the world. It has saved untold numbers of people from malaria, and it helps people with rheumatoid arthritis and other related conditions. Now zinc isn't even a drug, it's just zinc. We're talking about supplemental zinc here, the kind you buy at the supermarket. It's been around for thousands of years. People have been taking it as long as we've had supplements. It's safe. The third substance is azithromycin. It's one of the most commonly used antibiotics in the world; it's a safe antibiotic and one he'd used thousands of times in his practice.
My brother employed an approach when deciding on a treatment plan for his patients. It's a formula that he called the risk-to-reward ratio. He always chose the lowest risk approach that could yield the greatest reward. These three substances that he chose were extremely low risk and if they worked, they'd yield an extremely high reward. Another important factor that contributed to his choice was the availability of these substances. They weren't rare, experimental or complex multi-step treatments like some of the other approaches he'd seen during his search. They were off the shelf, safe and ubiquitously available. They were cheap, really cheap. Based on all those factors above, he decided on this approach. He felt that he was being guided by the divine hand. He and his patients had nothing to lose and everything to gain, so he rolled the proverbial dice.
During this time, he was searching for published material on PubMed and other databases. He was communicating and conferring with colleagues, apprising them of his progress. One of his colleagues sent him a link to a medical podcast on YouTube called MedCram. He was relieved to find that the information in that episode seemed to support his approach. He also found a paper that was published in 2010, it concluded that zinc ionophores like hydroxychloroquine when taken together with zinc were effective at treating coronavirus. Everything he'd seen had helped to encourage him that he was on the right path.
My brother was so busy taking in new patients, I was brought in to reach out to the ones he'd already treated. They were alive. They were well. These were people who by every metric should have deteriorated — elderly, compromised, vulnerable — and they were home, recovered, going about their lives. I remember thinking, the world outside is in a complete panic, hospitals are preparing for the worst, and I'm on the phone with one recovered patient after another. It was surreal. That's when I understood what my brother had found.
However, it's when he saw that his patients were recovering that he really understood the magnitude of what he'd stumbled upon. In those early weeks the world was bracing for mass casualties, hospitals were preparing for overflow, and fear was spreading faster than the virus itself. Yet in his small community, high-risk patients who by all expectations should have deteriorated were stabilizing, breathing easier, and recovering. These weren't theoretical projections or laboratory hopes — these were living people walking back into his office.
The contrast was staggering. What he was witnessing was not the natural course everyone had been warned about; it felt like Divine intervention unfolding in real time. The solution to a global plague had not arrived through some secret laboratory or billion-dollar breakthrough — it was sitting quietly on pharmacy shelves across the world. In that moment he understood that this was not merely a treatment plan, it was a message.
Once he understood that this was the treatment for Covid, he decided it was time to tell the world. He wasn't going to wait for double, triple or quadruple blind studies. People were dying! This was like war and he was performing triage. He wasn't concerned about risking his own reputation, he wasn't concerned about the risk to his own health at all! But people in his circle, some of his closest friends and some of our family members were concerned. They began worrying about the risk he was taking to his health and to his reputation. They said what if it was a fluke, what if it didn't work for everybody. Their arguments were mostly panic-driven hysterics. They weren't aware of the success he was seeing. To be fair they were motivated by concern for his precarious health condition, it's understandable. Even I was worried about that initially when I found out what he was doing.
He wasn't entirely unfazed by it. Two weeks into treating his patients successfully, before his protocol was fully public, he asked me if I thought he was proceeding correctly. He asked me if I thought he should proceed more cautiously, if he should consider the risk to his career, to his family, to his health. I told him hell no! G-d had clearly given him the answer to this worldwide plague that was claiming the lives of millions, bringing the world to its knees. I told him I'd be worried for him much more if he didn't go public, if he didn't yell as loudly as possible until the whole world knew about it. I told him G-d was the only one to fear. I told him what I believed at the time, that his career and family would lose G-d's blessings if he didn't tell everyone. I told him that I thought the key to his successful recovery from his rare and terminal cancer was telling the whole world about his amazing protocol.
What I didn't know was that well before our conversation he had already pulled every string he had to get this information to the highest human authorities. He'd asked all the people he knew who had any connection to anyone near President Trump's administration. Somehow, by hook or by crook it reached the President. Unbeknownst to me he had sent a letter that he'd worked on meticulously with an attorney friend of his. President Trump described it during a press conference as "a very good letter." Everything I told him in our conversation he already knew, he already made the brave and right decision. He already abandoned the 'cautious' path. I sometimes wonder why he even asked me what I thought. Perhaps he just needed a little encouragement that he was doing the right thing. I hope I provided that for him a little. That's how it went down, folks.
Everything described above occurred within the first few weeks of March. I'd like to point out something that occurred to me in the following weeks when my brother began instructing countries like Honduras in the use of his protocol. Something astonishingly miraculous. Whoever it was that released the covid plague, presumably to devastate mankind with death and economic collapse, didn't realize that G-d had already planted the cure to their manmade plague, all around the world. Hydroxychloroquine is abundant all over the world, especially in the poorest and most vulnerable places, because of malaria! That fact alone is simply astonishing and a big obvious miracle. It immediately makes me think of Isaiah 8:10: "Contrive a scheme — it shall be foiled; conspire a plot and it shall not succeed. For G-d is with us!"
About a year later my brother said something extraordinary to me. He said, "Did you notice how the flu and the other viruses seemed to have disappeared?" He explained to me later that the flu and the other viruses that he normally dealt with in his practice really didn't go away. He was saying that when people were diagnosed with Covid, many probably didn't have Covid. They probably had the flu or some other ssRNA virus. It turns out that Covid is only one type of ssRNA virus. The flu, RSV, Ebola, Marburg, measles, mumps and rubella, and almost every other virus we hear about in the news and social media headlines, are ssRNA viruses. What do all the viruses in this category have in common? Reproduction. 
They reproduce by the same means, using RNA-dependent RNA polymerase (RDRP). My brother discovered that zinc interferes with the ability of all these ssRNA viruses to replicate. He truly believed that combining zinc ionophores with zinc would stop these viruses from being able to reproduce themselves. He believed his protocol was not only the solution to Covid, but the treatment for the vast majority of viruses that plague mankind. The viruses that are responsible for most of the human virus death.
A few months before he died, he was encouraged by studies that were being published showing that his protocol is effective against RSV and the flu. This was my brother's most important message. He wanted his colleagues to aggressively investigate this likelihood, because unfortunately he wasn't given the time to do it himself. He wasn't given the time to let the world know what he thought.
I've labored to let as many people learn about this as possible but with minimal success. I have a social media account but it's been explained to me that my account is highly censored. If you think about who stands to lose if the world knew what my brother has to say about treating ssRNA viruses, you can begin to understand why this information would be censored. I'm hoping these essays can help get past this information blockade, at least a little.
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