Sorting through my files, I stumbled on a letter to the editor of our local fish wrapper – the Democrat & Chronicle. Its a Gannett paper, owned by the same group who does USA Today.
Its a little dated. But seeing it again reminded me that we need to speak out more on issuses like this. In this case, it was the Terri Schiavo execution.
Agree or disagree with me on the Schiavo case itself, Christians need to make their voices known in the marketplace when we can. This time, they didn’t print it. Maybe next time – they will.
Let’s not be silent.
I’ve never written to a newspaper before. But I just can’t stand it anymore. I am so broken, so grieved that I simply NEED to speak out publicly. The “it”?, the ever increasing culture of death that seems to be permeating society.
What’s the deal? When did we decide that death seemed to be a reasonable answer to difficulties? Suicide used to be thought of as the last desperate escape of those who had lost hope. A sad and tragic anomaly. Now we organize and militate for the “right” to off ourselves – no matter destructive to others. We embrace it no matter how contrary to what even philosophically secularized science puts forth as man’s most basic drive – survival. Can’t we even see the logical contradiction there? One doesn’t even have to comprehend the bankrupt morality of it to know its horribly skewed thinking. When someone ceases to want to live, SOMETHING is wrong because man’s most primal instinct is being overridden by something else. Yet we turn a blind eye. No, we plunge into the contradiction without a blink, with gusto.
Pregnancy a problem? No problem. Kill it. So the Thursday, March 17, 2005 by-line in the U.K. Guardian reports that the Government will not pursue charges against two doctors who performed an abortion on a 24 week old fetus. Why? “The doctors believed, in good faith, that there was a substantial risk the child would be seriously handicapped.” A substantial RISK the child would be seriously handicapped. Handicapped in what way? A cleft lip. God help us. Tell me, what’s YOUR defect? Should the doctors have assessed your “risk”? Should they have had the power to opt for your demise because of _____________?
Now Terri Schiavo. Issues too complex? Let’s off her too. Yeah, starvation – that sounds juicy. I mean, now’s the time – right? She can’t protest. She can’t put up a fight. Forget about the fact that others are ready and willing to assume her care in full. Kill her. Better yet, don’t just kill her – starve her to death so she can really experience the new mankind.
Emma Lazarus’ famous words in The New Colossus ostensibly speak to the very core of our American ideals.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame,
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
The Terri Schiavos are the very ones we’re supposed to embrace, protect and nurture. No masses in this case. Here is but one who is tired and poor. One of the “wretched refuse” of the world.
Homeless and tempest-tossed, with judicial imprimatur, societal approbation and relatively little discomfort; in the guise of a medical procedure, the white-coated executioners will publicly torture one of our weakest, most helpless and pitiable fellow human beings to death.
And by the day after her death, most of us won’t give a rip.
I can’t stand it any more. And neither should you.
God help us, WE are guilty.