Today I went to a downtown rally in support of changes in the health care system. Just a few minutes before leaving for the rally, I learned that a friend, a new friend, was seriously injured in a bicycle accident a few days ago. She’s in a coma and currently her prognosis doesn’t look good at all. The way it should work is, if you have an accident or a health issue like this, you should simply be taken care of. That’s all. There should be no other consideration. It shouldn’t bankrupt you or put you out on the street or anything. If that’s socialized medicine, then I favor socialized medicine—enthusiastically.
While Judy and I were at the rally, there were cars passing by, and the drivers were generally either supportive or apathetic. There were a few who opposed us, though, and those who did had looks of intense hatred on their faces. I could say—conventionally—that I was shocked by the vehemence of that hatred, but it wouldn’t be true. I grew up in this country—grew up among those very people. I know who they are and where they’re coming from. Any one of them could end up in the same situation as my friend and quite possibly either be ignored by or have their lives ruined by the current medical system. I doubt that it occurs to them, though. They are not introspective. They don’t believe in thinking about their lives.