Wondering if we can’t afford the NHS is obscene.
Any country which wonders whether it can afford or not a free at-point-of-use health service is obscene.
You could just as easily ask: “Mightn’t it be righter to let our subjects and citizens die in their front rooms and on the streets?”
You know how this goes, after all. The trickle-down effect and its grand virtues. (They say, I don’t know if it’s true, that it all started out as a music-hall joke …) (It’s no longer funny, by the way – nor satire.)
Let it work its way through, they argue, and whilst some of the perishable and finite goods which are human beings may die in the process, the vast majority will eventually benefit from the crumbs which fall from the world’s high tables.
That’s the theory.
To be honest, it’s just a theory. In fact, as far as theories go, it was never quite a theory either. A stratagem perhaps: a way of imposing irrational, illogical and unkind rule over and against the interests of the vast majority I mention.
Any society, whatever its political mix, which argues that a person who’s ill – in the very moment they are ill – needs to submit to reams of paperwork, insurance decisions coldly taken one way or another, fears of probable personal bankruptcy somewhere down the line and a host of other matters quite subsidiary to the infirmity in question … well, any society like that has quite forgotten the meaning of human solidarity.
What it is to be human; what it is to be a social being.
I don’t mean social as in the monetising networks we attach ourselves to via devices complex and simple.
I mean social as in love; as in physical and mental touch; as in altruistic kindness.
The society we now witness, however, is different to the latter social I describe: it is obscene, self-serving and self-justifying to the max.
And whilst we continue to stand idly by, in a way, sadly, I’m afraid, we ourselves shall also mirror those obscenities.