While waiting in the heat and humidity today, I was trying to read the book I brought along, but I couldn't help but overhear the conversations going on around me. This woman behind me was going on and on about the evils of socialism, and about her 80-some year old mother and how good she has it now. Why, her mother remembers the old days when old people just had to go to the poor house or their family had to take care of them, if they could. But now, her mother has such a nice life, she has enough food to eat, and can treat herself to the beauty parlor once a week (food and perks, I'm sure, paid for with social security), and lives in a nice apartment in a local senior high rise (I know this to be government subsidized housing), and she has Medicare - life is just peachy, so if it ain't broke, don't fix it.
I finally couldn't take it anymore. I turned to this woman and politely said "With all due respect, ma'am, Medicare is a form of socialized medicine. Your aging mother's great life is in large part made possible by the government, the government is supporting her."
And she just kind of looked at me kind of dumbfounded for a second, nodded and said "Uh-huh" as if she agreed with me, then turned back to her companions and continued her diatribe against the evils of socialism.
I just honestly don't understand how people can be that ignorant. How can you, in the same breath, both rail against socialism AND laud an essentially socialist system from which you are personally deriving great benefit? A system which is sparing you, as the child, the bulk of the cost (in both time and money) of caring for your aging parent, and freeing you to take off to a second home in Florida for half the year (yeah, that was part of the conversation too)?
And for that matter, why are so many people so afraid of bureaucrats making decisions about what kind of care we receive when health insurance industry bureaucrats are ALREADY making the decisions about what kind of health care we receive, and have been instructed to make the company's bottom line, not your health, their guiding principle?
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
An Exercise in Self-Control
Q: What do you call a Democrat in a small town or rural congregation?
A: The pastor.
That joke is actually a gross generalization that has not proven itself to be remotely true in my current context. But wow, it sure felt true today. . .
Sen. Specter came to Bucknell for a town hall meeting today. I waited in line, outside, in the heat and humidity (one of the grossest days we've had this summer) for a chance to get in. I was actually the last one to get a seat - almost didn't get in at all thanks to the two upright patriots behind me who cut the line once we got in the door of the host building. The people in charge weren't going to let me in to the auditorium, but I was persistent in trying to talk them into letting me stand along the wall in the back, when suddenly there was one seat still available.
Part of me wonders if I should have been so persistent, because right now I am truly embarrassed and disgusted by the behavior of my fellow Americans. I understand that we are not going to see eye-to-eye on every issue, but there is no need to be disrespectful in the midst of disagreement. There was much more ignorance and arrogance on display this afternoon than there was reasoned, civil discourse. About 2/3 of the people in the auditorium exhibited tremendous disrespect both to the Senator and to the few people (maybe 5 out of 30) who asked questions or spoke in favor of any political theory shared with the President.
They literally booed, hissed, called names, yelled interruptions, and purposely created cacophanous noise so that you couldn't hear what the Senator or the person had to say. And then they cheered for the preservation of our freedoms (conveniently forgetting that freedom of speech extends to everyone, including those with whom you disgree - to his credit, Sen. Specter called them on that at one point).
One of the later speakers, who works for Geisinger Health Center (local hospital, nationally renowned for its care), shared a story of a recent patient, a Valley resident, who had a heart attack right after losing their health insurance, and spent their entire stay at the hospital - a time meant for rest and recovery - worried sick they were going to lose their house and their small business in order to cover the bills from this 3 day stay. This health care employee ended the story with a plea for universal coverage - not single payer national system, necessarily, but universal coverage for all Americans, and the jerks in the crowd actually booed that. Booed the idea that every American should be able to get medical attention without bankrupting their family.
It was all I could do to stop myself from running up front and hijacking a microphone and first, shaming them for their disrespect, and second, asking them: What if that heart attack patient was your neighbor? Not even in the universal Good Samaritan/Christian everybody's my neighbor kind of sense - what if they were literally your neighbor?
What if they were your grandfather?
What about when it's YOU?
A: The pastor.
That joke is actually a gross generalization that has not proven itself to be remotely true in my current context. But wow, it sure felt true today. . .
Sen. Specter came to Bucknell for a town hall meeting today. I waited in line, outside, in the heat and humidity (one of the grossest days we've had this summer) for a chance to get in. I was actually the last one to get a seat - almost didn't get in at all thanks to the two upright patriots behind me who cut the line once we got in the door of the host building. The people in charge weren't going to let me in to the auditorium, but I was persistent in trying to talk them into letting me stand along the wall in the back, when suddenly there was one seat still available.
Part of me wonders if I should have been so persistent, because right now I am truly embarrassed and disgusted by the behavior of my fellow Americans. I understand that we are not going to see eye-to-eye on every issue, but there is no need to be disrespectful in the midst of disagreement. There was much more ignorance and arrogance on display this afternoon than there was reasoned, civil discourse. About 2/3 of the people in the auditorium exhibited tremendous disrespect both to the Senator and to the few people (maybe 5 out of 30) who asked questions or spoke in favor of any political theory shared with the President.
They literally booed, hissed, called names, yelled interruptions, and purposely created cacophanous noise so that you couldn't hear what the Senator or the person had to say. And then they cheered for the preservation of our freedoms (conveniently forgetting that freedom of speech extends to everyone, including those with whom you disgree - to his credit, Sen. Specter called them on that at one point).
One of the later speakers, who works for Geisinger Health Center (local hospital, nationally renowned for its care), shared a story of a recent patient, a Valley resident, who had a heart attack right after losing their health insurance, and spent their entire stay at the hospital - a time meant for rest and recovery - worried sick they were going to lose their house and their small business in order to cover the bills from this 3 day stay. This health care employee ended the story with a plea for universal coverage - not single payer national system, necessarily, but universal coverage for all Americans, and the jerks in the crowd actually booed that. Booed the idea that every American should be able to get medical attention without bankrupting their family.
It was all I could do to stop myself from running up front and hijacking a microphone and first, shaming them for their disrespect, and second, asking them: What if that heart attack patient was your neighbor? Not even in the universal Good Samaritan/Christian everybody's my neighbor kind of sense - what if they were literally your neighbor?
What if they were your grandfather?
What about when it's YOU?
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