Terri Schiavo
I've been quiet the past few days as I've looked for a new place to live. On the 26th I took a few moments to photograph the protest at Terri Schiavo's hospice. When I was there the crowd was quiet. Schiavo's brother asked that everyone go home and celebrate Easter. I didn't see many leave.
My sister expected a call from jail. She figured I'd piss off the police, the protesters, the media or all three for the hat trick. I expected a lot of noise and rhetoric. I had spent some time as a clinic escort in the 80s. Those protesters were loud and nasty. Not at the hospice; it was quiet. A few prayer circles. A dozen or so signs. The police were firm, but not looking for a fight. I listened to a couple of media personnel discuss politics, but most just seem bored with the waiting.
My thoughts on the whole thing are best expressed as embaressment. I am sorry we've elected politicians who don't understand our legal system. I am sorry we have people who turn a woman's tragedy into an effort to force their moral values on others. I am sorry all I can do in this fight is just watch.
I do not not want all of this for myself. Please let me go if I ever lose brain activity. Give me no food or water. Let Jack Kevorkian out of jail to help me shuffle off.
