So: while I'm sitting in my ass here, sipping a stereotype Boston-liberal latte, listening to stereotype Boston-liberal music, and waiting for a shell script to finish running, I would like to rant a bit. Because something has been weighing on my mind a lot lately.
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Say that you're a border guard. You're positioned between an impoverished country where there's been an outbreak of some nasty disease, and a slightly more affluent country where there is no outbreak and better medical care.
At some point, a woman comes down the road to you, from the country where the outbreak has occurred. She has with her a daughter, maybe four years old, who is clearly very sick, utterly terrified, and in terrible pain.
The woman tells you she's from a very poor town; yes, her daughter has the disease, but at her home they don't have access to morphine, ibuprofen, or any painkiller whatsoever. They don't have anything at all. She begs you to let her through, so she can at least get the girl palleative care in the wealthier country.
The disease in question is usually fatal. It is also very easily transmissable. The woman herself will probably start showing symptoms in a few days. If she gets into your country, she and her daughter may start an epidemic that could kill thousands. You have been briefed on this, and know that letting her through could be a disaster.
On the other hand, letting her and her little girl die in unrelenting pain does not appeal to you. You don't have any painkillers at the checkpoint, but you do know there is a hospital a few miles down the road... On your side of the border, in your country, where the disease would find plenty more victims.
You know the answer, of course. You'd have to turn her back. And I'm pretty damn sure none of you would feel very good about it.
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Now the problem.
I want you to imagine you're a four year old girl with a fatal case of pneumonia. You can barely breath. You can barely speak. You can barely focus on speaking, because every breath is an effort, your lungs are on fire, and you feel like you're suffocating.
I want you to imagine that this is real. That this person exists, and for her, at this moment, the entire world is full of pain. And relief from that pain is only a few miles down the road, past a checkpoint that won't let her and her mom through.
Now tell me that this is right.
Don't tell me that it's ethical, or necessary. Tell me that it is right.
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People tell me stuff like, "The world sucks, deal with it." If you tell me that, I will yell at you. That is a horrible, shallow, dismissive thing to say. That's not brave, it's abstracting human beings out of existence. It's failure to comprehend the magnitude of what people deal with, deliberate failure, and it makes you look like a dick.
People tell me, "You have to do what needs to be done." Well, no shit I do. Does that make it right? Either way, you're condemning people to die. How is that not an evil act? How is that different from firebombing Dresden or Tokyo to save Allied lives? How does it matter that you have a choice, when all the choices are atrocities?
I understand that this is reality. I understand that it is necessary, insofar as we all want humanity as a whole to survive. I understand that harming people is inescapable.
What I don't understand is how people can be so obnoxiously goddamn comfortable with this.