My friend, the Rev.  Geoff Browning is a campus minister at Stanford University and a peacemaking advocate in the Presbyterian Church’s San Jose Presbytery. He wrote this essay and has given me permission to share it with Tikkun Daily visitors. The title should give you a guess as to where Geoff is going with this one (don’t fall asleep while reading it or you’ll get three visitors……)

Health Care for All? Bah Humbug!

With every passing week, the debate over health care reform is sounding more and more like something out of a Dickens novel. In the wake of President Obama’s speech on health care, the raucous town hall meetings of August and the slow motion train wreck of reform legislation, we hear almost nothing about those who are suffering without access to health insurance or are denied care even when they have insurance. The current debate is about more than health care reform; it is a debate over what kind of future we want our country to have. And the story of Scrooge may or may not presage our own future. Scrooge, that infamous character in “A Christmas Carol,” has become a cliche for every greedy and selfish misanthrope. Charles Dickens describes his character,

Oh! But he was a tight-fisted hand at the grind-stone, Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster….

The anti-reform politicians, like Scrooge, want us to be “solitary as an oyster,” evoking the ideal of self-reliance and independence from our idealized pioneer past. But none of us is unaffected by the disasters of illness that may befall everyone else. Swine flu is only the latest reminder of just how interconnected we are whether we care to admit it or not. Is it in the common interest to deny people access to health care until their illnesses become critical? Is it in the common interest to withhold care until it becomes not only a medical but a fiscal disaster, spreading both infectious disease and financial ruin?

Martin Luther King, Jr. reminded us during the civil rights era that, “All [people] are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality.” So it is ironic that in our increasingly and unavoidably interconnected world that so many are attempting to deny that reality. And yet, the animus of their rhetoric intensifies in proportion to anti-government enthusiasts that are fomented and fueled by corporate money.

Dickens’ story continues,

“A merry Christmas, uncle! God save you!” cried a cheerful voice. It was the voice of Scrooge’s nephew, who came upon him so quickly that this was the first intimation he had of his approach.

“Bah!” said Scrooge, “Humbug!”

“Christmas a humbug, uncle!” said Scrooge’s nephew. “You don’t mean that, I am sure.”

“I do,” said Scrooge. “Merry Christmas! What right have you to be merry? What reason have you to be merry? You’re poor enough.”

“Come, then,” returned the nephew gaily. “What right have you to be dismal? What reason have you to be morose? You’re rich enough.”

Scrooge having no better answer ready on the spur of the moment, said “Bah!” again; and followed it up with “Humbug.”

Scrooge’s infamous reply to the merriment and generosity of the season is not unlike the rhetoric of the anti-reform advocates. Here we are the wealthiest nation in the history of the world, yet we are the only industrialized nation that doesn’t include health care for all of our citizens. We are “rich enough” and yet our collective response has been, “Bah Humbug!”

When Scrooge is visited by two gentlemen, who are collecting contributions for the poor, Scrooge replies,

“Are there no prisons?”asked Scrooge.

“Plenty of prisons,” said the gentleman, laying down the pen again.

“And the Union workhouses?” demanded Scrooge. “Are they still in operation?”

“They are. Still,” returned the gentleman, “I wish I could say they were not.”

“The Treadmill and the Poor Law are in full vigour, then?” said Scrooge.

“Both very busy, sir.”

“Oh! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course,” said Scrooge. “I’m very glad to hear it.”…

“I wish to be left alone,” said Scrooge. “Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I don’t make merry myself at Christmas and I can’t afford to make idle people merry. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned — they cost enough; and those who are badly off must go there.”

“Many can’t go there; and many would rather die.”

“If they would rather die,” said Scrooge, “they had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.”

Nineteenth century England was a miserable place for the poor and destitute and while we have gratefully abandoned workhouses and sending people to debtor’s prisons, we are pushing millions into bankruptcy and poverty. The American Journal of Medicine reported that in 2007, 62% of bankruptcies were caused by the burden of medical bills. Yet poverty is not the only threat.

In June of this year, Laura, a 49-year-old nurse in Minneapolis who had been laid off and ironically without access to health insurance, began to have health problems of her own. Her heart rate had increased and she was having trouble breathing. She feared the cost of a doctor or hospital visit until finally, her family prevailed upon her to go to the hospital. She was relieved when they informed her that her condition was caused by a hyperthyroid condition and easily treatable. But she had waited too long to seek treatment. She tragically succumbed to a blood infection within 18 hours of arriving at the hospital.

Approximately 15% of our fellow citizens do not have health insurance because they can’t afford it or because they have a preexisting condition that makes them, in a bow to profits before people, uninsurable. Harvard-based researchers have found that nearly 45,000 people like Laura die every year because they lack health insurance. In effect, the anti-reform advocates say, “If they would rather die, they had better do it and reduce the surplus population.”

On Christmas Eve, Scrooge says to his lone employee, Bob Crachit,

“A poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket every twenty-fifth of December!” said Scrooge, buttoning his great-coat to the chin.

Scrooge was of course complaining about his employee expecting Christmas day off. We take these benefits for granted today and they serve not only to make our places of employment less burdensome and more enjoyable, they serve to make the harsh capitalistic contract between employer and employee more humane and civil. And both benefit from this humanizing and civilizing arrangement.

While most large employers offer health insurance to their employees, there are many that do not. And if employment is going to remain the primary means of access to health insurance, then we are ignoring the huge disparities that arise in the ebb and flow of employment in our boom and bust cycle of the economy. This situation can only be rectified through a public option that will be available regardless of employment or ability to pay.

Yet the parsimonious advocates of the status quo wail like sows in heat that government-run health care that covers those that are currently uninsured would be too costly, would be “A poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket….” And yet, ironically and hypocritically, many of those who warn against the evils and cost of government-run health care are themselves the beneficiaries of government-run health care, in other words, all of congress.

The reality is that whether employers provide health insurance coverage or not and whether there is a government public option or not, we all bear the burden of the cost of the uninsured in the form of higher insurance premiums, higher risk of infectious disease, lost productivity, lost economic vitality, as well as the ripple effect of broken families and lives in the course of poverty and bankruptcy.

Under the current system, we see that clinics, emergency rooms, and hospitals are closing because caring for the uninsured is bankrupting our system. And it is not a coincidence that the shrinking health care facilities are disproportionately impacting communities of color and low income neighborhoods. Even though emergency rooms and hospitals are closing in poorer neighborhoods, fewer facilities will affect us all.

Yet, the denial of coverage to all of our friends, neighbors, and fellow citizens diminishes us all. It fractures the bonds of community and makes our society more susceptible to the corrosive elements of poverty, crime, and the growing gap between the rich and the poor. The decline of civilization most often comes to pass not from the invasion of external enemies but from the decay of internal institutions of support.

When the Ghost of Christmas Present tells Scrooge that Tiny Tim is not likely to survive,

“No, no,” said Scrooge. “Oh, no, kind Spirit. Say he will be spared.”

“If these shadows remain unaltered by the Future, none other of my race,” returned the Ghost, “will find him here. What then? If he be like to die, he had better do it, and decrease the surplus population.”

There are times when we are able to keep the troubles and horror of the world at bay by keeping our distance, by the remoteness of their suffering as if it is on a distant and unknown continent. But everything changes when those who are suffering become proximate through acquaintances, family, friends, when they acquire a name. Those who are suffering and dying without access to health care, and sometimes with it, are our friends and neighbors, our fellow citizens.

In 2007, CIGNA denied the request of 17-year-old Nataline Sarkisyan for a liver transplant. Her parents and friends spent weeks appealing and eventually protesting the decision at the company headquarters. An overwhelming public outcry and support for Nataline caused the company to reverse its decision and approve her request. But the decision came too late. Nataline died while waiting for her operation after the company’s approval.

Scrooge hung his head to hear his own words quoted by the Spirit, and was overcome with penitence and grief.

“Man,” said the Ghost, “if man you be in heart, not adamant, forbear that wicked cant until you have discovered What the surplus is, and Where it is. Will you decide what men shall live, what men shall die? It may be, that in the sight of Heaven, you are more worthless and less fit to live than millions like this poor man’s child. Oh God! To hear the Insect on the leaf pronouncing on the too much life among his hungry brothers in the dust.”

Are those with access to adequate health care more deserving than those without? Who are we to say that some should be covered while others suffer and die without adequate care? President Obama quoted a letter from the late Senator Kennedy that said in part, “What we face is above all a moral issue; at stake are not just the details of policy, but fundamental principles of social justice and the character of our country.”

Finally, the Ghost of Christmas Future brings forth,

From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

“Oh, Man, look here! Look, look, down here!” exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and a girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shrivelled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

“Spirit, are they yours?” Scrooge could say no more.

“They are Man’s,” said the Spirit, looking down upon them. “And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased. Deny it!” cried the Spirit, stretching out its hand towards the city. “Slander those who tell it ye. Admit it for your factious purposes, and make it worse. And abide the end.”

“Have they no refuge or resource?” cried Scrooge.

“Are there no prisons?” said the Spirit, turning on him for the last time with his own words. “Are there no workhouses?”

The anti-reform advocates are attempting to sell us a dystopic future where suffering and poverty flourish while a few proudly cling to the chant of self-reliance and government by the wealthy and for the wealthy.

But we can choose a different future. We don’t have to pander to the fear mongers and demagogues. President Obama said as much in his speech on health care reform,

We did not come to fear the future. We came here to shape it. I still believe we can act even when it’s hard….

That large-heartedness — that concern and regard for the plight of others — … is part of the American character.

We all know how the story of Scrooge ends, how he, became as good a friend, as good a master, and as good a man, as the good old city knew, or any other good old city, town, or borough, in the good old world.

However, we don’t yet know how our story will end. Will we like Scrooge choose to open our hearts to the world? Or will we, as the Ghost of Christmas Future portends, choose a dystopic future where fewer and fewer people of means squabble and fight over fewer and fewer resources?

The anti-reform protestors aren’t just protesting health care reform; they are protesting the vision of our common future, our sense of community and care for one another, our interconnectedness. When they employ tactics of fear and misinformation, they feed the paranoia and xenophobia of our society that lies just beneath the surface that has produced the violence of racism, sexism, and even genocide.

This is not the first time that we who are on the threshold of change have been challenged to choose carefully. We must weigh the risks and rewards of our rugged and stubborn individualism with those of community, of walking into the future together. We read in the Torah, “This day I call heaven and earth as witnesses against you that I have set before you life and death, blessings and curses. Now choose life, so that you and your children may live.” (Deuteronomy 30:19)

The choice is ours. May we choose wisely.

This post was written by Geoff Browning, a campus minister at Stanford University and peacemaking advocate in the Presbyterian Church.


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