When I was young and learned about Jack Kevorkian (a.k.a. “Dr. Death”) performing voluntary euthanasia on 130 patients in the 1990s, I regarded him as a murderer and a monster. Now I regard him as a hero.
All of Kevorkian’s patients were suffering immensely. Some physically. Others psychologically. In either case, they were deeply wounded and wanted nothing more than a peaceful ending to their agonizing existence.
Why shouldn’t they be afforded this freedom? Who are we, as a society, to block terminally ill people from receiving physician-assisted suicide if they so choose? Furthermore, who are we to decide who’s deserving and undeserving of this service? It should be up to the individual to decide whether life is worth living, and if not, a wide variety of options should be available including firearms and euthanasia. Anything less is inhumane and an affront to personal freedom.