The holidays aren’t complete without the
macabre sight of our neediest brothers and sisters lined up all over
town in inclement weather waiting for handouts — boxes of food, a
turkey, clothing, maybe a voucher or two for free furniture.
I admire Brittany Maynard. The 29-year-old Oregon woman and terminal
brain cancer sufferer took a doctor-sanctioned lethal concoction
Saturday, ending her life when and where she wanted — at home in her bed
with her family surrounding her.
A community already known for its poverty
and rampant drug use and its less-than-stellar track
record of public education and housing doesn’t need the stench of
rapists added to its long list of ills and
Ebola is the sad repeat of what happened with
the outbreak of AIDS nearly 30 years ago: The Western world watched
while poor, untreated black Africans died, usually alone and shamed by
the social stigmas associated with the trifling nature of the disease.