I saw Michael Moore’s Sicko tonight, and it brought together for me some things I’ve been thinking about. I’ve seen Michael Moore movies before, and although they’re interesting and funny, they always leave out about half of the discussion. This time, I’d seen a discussion about the movie on Oprah, and I thought it was a bit melodramatic the way Oprah was carrying on about what our real, core beliefs are about who deserves health care.
Then the whole SCHIP story came to the forefront. I just cannot understand not funding healthcare for children. Call me a bleeding heart liberal, but it just doesn’t make sense to me that people can make too much money to have their children’s health care covered by the government.
I was also (and still am) uninsured when the debate came up. I thought about how difficult it would have been for me to buy health insurance for myself, despite very few expenses. Although I wasn’t paid much as a temp, I was paid above minimum wage, probably 1/3 more than a lot of people. While I was temping, I did get sick. It was minor, a sinus infection, but I waited to go to the doctor almost 2 weeks longer than I would have if there were insurance to cover the bill. I’m sure that decision would have been magnified ten fold if it was my child who needed to go to the doctor.
Also at the same time, I saw the film The Reckoning, a story of a number of Dutch Resistance members during the Holocaust. For me, the story of Diet Eman is one of, if not the reason to see the movie. I’ve been interested in her story since I heard her speak in my high school. I read parts of her book to my 8th graders when we studied Anne Frank. So when I heard her speak, after the film premier, I was listening with rapt attention as she answered questions. A friend sitting next to me thanked her for participating in the film, for telling her story so that others could pass it along. Diet’s response was determined, but sounded almost naive to my ears–she said you would’ve done the same thing. If I remember right, she said something like “I know you would have.” Diet seemed to know, without a shadow of a doubt what had to be done, and she was confident that others would unquestioningly do the same.
But I don’t know…I’m not trying to be melodramatic, but I look at these things…insurance, healthcare for children, resistance, and I’m not sure what we as a nation, individuals, actually believe and do. I’d like to blame it all on the Bush camp and the crazy conservatives, but I think it’s more about me, and the small choices. As much as I like Obama, I don’t think he’ll fix this. Politics will not give us the moral integrity to make some of these choices.
I don’t really have an end to these thoughts. I’m just thinking….