Believe it or not, substantive discussions can be had through Facebook. Currently, I am engaged in one, prompted by a New York Times article I posted about Debbie Purdy, a woman who is challenging the British courts over her right to die and her husband’s right to assist her. The exchange is between a Facebook friend (FBF) and me, and what I find interesting is how we now come from such disparate points of view even though we both grew up in Manila, went to the same Jesuit boys school, high school and university.
Our divergence however is not surprising, as we are products of vastly different histories and choices. FBF hails from a wealthy and prominent family, got his MBA from an Ivy League school, is an international financial services executive, married with children and resides in Greenwich, CT. I come from an aspirational middle class family; got my Masters in Nonprofit Management and am working on my Ph.D. in Policy from a small university in New York; have worked as a stockroom boy, retail salesperson, manager, small business comptroller, accountant, nonprofit worker, consultant, part-time bookkeeper and researcher while putting myself through grad school; and live with my partner of more than ten years in Washington, DC.
I began the thread by asking: Should government prevent us from deciding when it is time to die?
Where does it say we are competent to determine when it is our time to die?