You knew it was coming, didn't you? I mean, she's already hit-up home-schooling, leveled gay marriage, went on a bender with G.K. Chesterton (?), proved she can live the thug life, and written a junior high love letter to the Siren of Stillwater, Michele Bachmann. Of course, Katherine Kersten would have to cover Terri Schiavo.
And of course, she ties Terri Schiavo to the anti-abortion crowd, which just happens to be holding a national convention in the Twin Cities this week and just happens to have Schiavo's brother and sister as guests of honor and just happens to include a tribute from Brother Paul O'Donnell, Schiavo family spokesperson and Franciscan Brother of Peace (a group that happens to be based out of St. Paul). Oh yeah, and this all just happens to occur the day after Schiavo's autopsy is released (which unequivocally proves she was in a persistent vegetative state and was not abused).
And of course, Kersten attempts to take the high road. She refers to the media circus that surrounded the obsessively televised Schiavo drama, yet interestingly enough makes no mention of the fact that it was people of her own persuasion causing the drama. She also carefully sidesteps the judicial issue, probably because it was a blatant example of how conservatives use courts to their own ends, and when they fail will stop at just about nothing to get their way.
This article, by far, bothers me more than any of Kersten's previous, and not simply because of the factual and necessary omissions stated above. Death is a serious matter. I think all conscious human beings know and realize that fact. Toward the end of her piece, however, Kersten's ends begin to fray and she makes an argument I've heard before, portraying abortion rights supporters and right-to-die supporters as pushing the nation down a slippery slope toward the mass extinction of human life seen during Hitler's reign.
But if Kersten could manage to step out of her heavily insulated conserva-shell for just a few brief moments and look around, she may realize that these people are not bloodthirsty animals nor are they intent on purging the world of the sick, of the disabled, or of the infirm. Rather, these are people who have the utmost respect for all of those groups. These are people who live and work with these groups on a daily basis, who have individual relationships with them, and who care for them more than anyone else. I can understand Kersten's moral dillemma; it's one I find myself frequently debating within my own morals. Yet, to compare those that care the most to historical characters that represent humanity at its basest, is far and away the most grievous accomplishment of Kersten's short Strib career.