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[Lynch] Why I Lost My Temper

I lost my temper last week, and here's why: After I filed this week's cover story, I headed over to a health-care forum at Lemuria bookstore. The forum, hosted by Fox News commentator Angela McGlowan, featured guest speakers like oncologist Dr. Phillip Ley and Dr. Pat Barrett. Pro-life voter-initiative organizer Les Riley was another name on the guest list.

The comments were typical of anti-insurance reform rallies all over the country in the wake of President Obama's attempt to make health care available to all Americans. There were lots of shouts against socialism, and communism and other aging bogeymen, but what struck me most was the sheer number of senior citizens in the crowd cheering and clapping every time a speaker slapped the "socialism" word against a lamp post.

I just couldn't understand it: There were more bald spots, gray hairs and shingles in that room than at a Monkees reunion. A clear 80 percent of the crowd—all white except one audience member and McGlowan, as far as I could tell—were either old enough to get some form of Social(ist) Security check, or were less than 10 years away from it.

I could not fathom how people who are happy to take a percentage of my paycheck every two weeks to fund their retirement could wail so much about socialism. If thy hand truly offends thee, cut the damn thing off. Anybody with a hatred for their government check should immediately endorse it and mail it to my office. There are lots of people in this town who need a hand, and if you don't want it, other people can put it to use.

One is a young woman I interviewed in South Jackson for this week's cover story. Amanda Starnes is only 24 and was diagnosed with Type 1 diabetes eight months ago. She needs two types of insulin. The more expensive shot averages $78 for a two-week supply. Her frequent stays in the emergency room have put her more than $10,000 in debt since her diagnosis. She has no children, and thus does not qualify for either Medicaid or Medicare—and Type 1 diabetes isn't enough of an illness to pronounce you disabled.

She lost her job two weeks ago after her latest collapse and ER visit. Her doctor had been giving her free samples of insulin, but now those samples have run out, and she wound up temporarily blind in one eye and incapacitated from the subsequent episode. Now she's jobless, too.

Knowing her situation, I could not sit idly by as so many people railed against a health-care expansion without questions. I took the microphone and demanded what kind of alternate health reform plan the tea-baggers had for Amanda, setting off a back-and-forth that was explosive (myself included before I calmed down; I know, bad form for a reporter).

"She should get a job!" one guy shouted. "She can qualify for Medicaid," assured another. "I think Type 1 can qualify you for disability," one woman argued.

One guy onstage said, "Why don't you take care of her?"

In truth, I'd like to. My own spouse is unemployed, and my wages would barely allow me to sacrifice $20 out of every paycheck, which is nothing to a woman whose medical bills just went up another $2,000 this past Wednesday.

My paycheck can't handle it. But, you know, I think $20 out of all our paychecks would probably make a difference for people like Amanda. In fact, I'd be happy to dedicate it to the cause myself, especially if it meant I could finally do something about my aching back, which drives me to shout at people at tea-bag parties.

But the mental gauge of a tea party seems to be permanently set to a kind of "hands off" mentality, as if they've finished living their lives and see no reason to make an investment in the lives of others. It's as if the whole collective that night was incapable of saying anything more than "get off my lawn, ya damn kids!"

Detailed explanations weren't necessary, or forthcoming. What the crowd needed that night was to be told they were right, that Democrats are evil and ungodly, and that true freedom should include the freedom to die alone on the couch, choking on your own vomit.

That it's OK to not care.

This is a stark contrast to the noise I'm hearing out of the younger set, who seem pretty keen on this help-thy-neighbor idea that everybody's so furious over. That's a good thing, I guess. After all, it's the paychecks of the younger set who are funding the Medicaid/Medicare cards that many of the tea-baggers are taking to their doctors and pharmacists tomorrow.

But nobody seemed to really care about finding a solution to the problem, and as I sat and listened to their rage, I had to wonder: "Will I be like this in 20 years?" As I grow into the realm of 40-something, I can only hope that I'm not predetermined to lose the idealism that keeps me asking, "What about Amanda?"

Adam Lynch is the senior reporter for the Jackson Free Press and seldom yells in public.

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