Sunday, February 06, 2005

Million Dollar Baby

OPINION: Now that I've seen the movie 'Million Dollar Baby', it is a superbly written, executed, and acted. Essentially, there are two stories -- the first of a woman's ambition to make something of herself; second, her accident and her determination to do something about her condition. Surely the right to die in a manner and at a time one's own choosing is the ultimate civil liberty.

Derek Humphry
www.finalexit.org

5 Comments:

Blogger Final Exit Network said...

Clint Eastwood’s latest film, the critically acclaimed “Million Dollar Baby,” is an intimate look at assisted suicide. Members of the disability community and some religious leaders have condemned the movie for its frank exploration of the Last Human Right – the right of every individual to die a peaceful, dignified death.

Attackers call the movie insensitive. In fact it is a thoughtful, moving glimpse into this deeply personal issue. The heroine in the movie, once a talented athlete, was totally paralyzed from the neck down; her legs were amputated, and she was covered with hideous bedsores. She rejected being kept alive in what was for her a totally unfulfilling and solitary condition. She chose death. She asked to die, because, like so many others who face intolerable suffering, she did not want endure a life so diminished.

Polls show that 70% or more of Americans support a person’s right-to-die. Given the same circumstances, most Americans would choose to die – would want to die. I would want to die, and I would help someone I loved to die without question.

Earl Wettstein, President
Final Exit Network

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5:38 PM, February 08, 2005  
Blogger pleasepumpmystomache said...

dear god you people make me sick, i am a sixteen year old woman doing a theology paper on assisted suicide/euthanasia. write this off as you will, that i am young, naive, ignorant, and yes a Lutheran who goes to a Catholic school. i read Let Me Die Before I Wake, and was driven to tears of disgust, i was sick to my stomache, and after my first reading was extremly depressed into the next day. have you given up on the joy and pain of life. get out when it gets hard. i know that you may be angered by this and dismiss it as the rantings of a God fanatic child or some such idiocy. fact is i'm not that close in my relationship to God. but i recognize that human dignity does not include the right to die. How is Dying with Dignity forcing down poisonous pills, theres a reason that it tastes bad, and putting a fucking plastic bag over your head! thats suffocation, that is not pretty, calm, serene. that is murder. it makes me sick to my soul. i cry that society is like this. i know that i still have much to see of the world and hardships to endure. i already have been through many hardships of today's age. my grandfather, died 3 years ago in my eigth grade year. that was the first time i had even seen him and remembered. an abusive alchoholic who estranged himself from my family. who lived a life of evil in his days. he was diagnosed with tumors in his brain and in his lungs. so many that it would be impossible to ever cure him, to ever save him. my mother and i drove to New Mexico several times to see him during my eighth grade year summer. if you think my family could afford this, you are sorely mistaken. my parents sacrifice so much for my brothers and my education. i am the youngest of three, my family went through such hardships. in perpetual debt, NOT due to my grandfathe, it is not his fault. thats a story for another time. all i know is that while my mother and i visited my dying grandfather, i was scared. i was young and didn't know how to act or what to do. but, this is something that i know was a necessity for me to go through. he thought my mother was her sister, he though i was my mother. he told me i was very beautiful, i saw him joke with the nurses. he was confused, and in obvious pain. we sat there, we stayed there, we loved him. he had never been religious but in the few days preceding his death, many life changing things took place within him. he talked to my mom, he asked for her deepest forgiveness in the sins that he realized he committed. he was lucid, but yet confused, and his memory was godawful. but he told my mom how much he loved his girls, how sorry he was. he read the bible and talked to a pastor that made the trip (an inconvinience, o my), a few hours long to sit by my grandfathers side. If this had not happend, i would not be comforted by the thought that i believe my grandfather is now in heaven, waiting for us, watching over us. if he had chosen assisted suicide, to end his pain, then i Never would have known my grandfather, my mom would be torn apart by the rift set between them years ago. he was in a coma, they brought him back with steriods. he was in pain, they gave him pain killers. the doctors and nurses did their best to alleviate his pain. if euthanasia exists, doctors aren't going to care as much, as if they already do. killing the person will be prefered to killing the pain. it will be so much easier that way. you make me sick. this should not be a widespread option. it will begin to include mental disabilities, minor disabilities, mentally ill, the incredibly depressed. aged will feel a pressure to die. this will be used and abused. an easy cure. we say to those with extreme difficulties and problems, we give up. heres a pill. don't go through this anymore, there's no hope, you are a burden to your family. your life needs a price on it. your family is stressed. dear god, love means sacrificing everything. Jesus sacrificed everything. i'm just glad that i'm not going to have to answer for books like this. intolerable suffering my ass. with out pain there is no joy. i play soccer year round, ive done it for my whole life. if i ever became paralyzed i know that i would be likely to sink into depression because soccer, running, being athletic, is my life. but i know, without a doubt, i will never give up. the power to live is mine. the power for me to die is God's. we all go sooner or later, we only get one life, why would we choose to end it? nothing is worth that. nothing. what kind of life did you lead to come to this today? God loves you. i don't but he does. passive suicide, taking someone off a respirator etc. etc. is not suicide or euthanasia at all. i dont believe in making people live forever. we must accept death and embrace it, but not before the time comes. there is always room for growth. death brings you close, don't bring it on yourself. fight and struggle. learn to breath in different ways, go over your life. even if you feel you are done growing, you're not, because you are still alive. this may seem quite immature and low of me but i don't give a shit. Fuck You. i hate you with a passion and i pray for your godforsaken black soul. this may not be very Christian like but I'm not perfect and the frustration building in me because of the hoplessness you placed inside, kills me. im sorry that i just wrote that. wake up. you obviously have an obsession with death, some weird thing. giving out drug dosages in your book is wrong. i could use that, do you condone a 16 year old who still has her whole life ahead of her to use a Brompton cocktail? or taking 45 seconal tablets in my "favorite pudding". well your getting your information out to the world which i guess is what you want. if i were you i'd go get some help. i just don't understand what could have formed your thoughts into this twisted mind of yours.you look so weird in your picture, you dont look right, what goes on inside your head?
dismiss this as you read it, but my conscience is clean of killing anyone, whether it was through the sleeping pills or you smothering her, was that Really Jean's way? and what about Ann's way, wheres that story? does that suicide note make you want to not talk about it or write another book about it? why not? did jean die of suffocation, only you would know, and maybe Ann Humphrey Wicket
may you never, ever forget.

9:07 AM, February 11, 2005  
Blogger Leslie Farmer said...

"Million dollar baby" irks not only the anti-self-deliverance groups but challenges the misogyny of US cinema. When a women steps out of line, she is punished. Think back on the last 10 mainstream movies you've seen, 1950 to the present.

Rosie the Rivier, where are when we need you?

4:10 PM, February 12, 2005  
Blogger Leslie Farmer said...

"Million dollar baby" irks not only the anti-self-deliverance groups but challenges the misogyny of US cinema. When a women steps out of line, she is punished. Think back on the last 10 mainstream movies you've seen, 1950 to the present.

Rosie the Rivier, where are when we need you?

4:10 PM, February 12, 2005  
Blogger Leslie Farmer said...

Attackers call the movie insensitive. In fact it is a thoughtful, moving glimpse into this deeply personal issue. The heroine in the movie, once a talented athlete, was totally paralyzed from the neck down; her legs were amputated, and she was covered with hideous bedsores. She rejected being kept alive in what was for her a totally unfulfilling and solitary condition.

Just one more good reason to ban boxing and dog fights.

4:21 PM, February 12, 2005  

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