Now an extra prayer for Archie and one for his executioners

Another sick child, another story with a tragic end. Some say it is for the best, some even gloat. This society is doomed.

Archie

Archie Battersbee, image by Hollie Dance

And so they finally succeeded in suppressing Archie as well, Archie and his 12 years of life have been judged useless, burdensome, wasteful. Someone has decided that the life of a 12-year-old in need of care and attention is unnecessary, burdensome, troublesome. Someone has decided that it is in the “best interest” to die. Someone in our world decides that death is in the “best interest” of people, including minors.

We have been through these thoughts a thousand times, we have repeated these words a thousand times, and they change nothing. Our fading civilization is so arrogant that it has granted itself the right to suppress innocent human lives as easily as drinking a glass of water.

As always, one of the awe-inspiring elements in the story of Archie and so many others like him is the doggedness with which everything was done in order to kill. It was a real battle, of one blow after another, of all kinds of gimmicks, of constant appeals to get to the point of administering death.

The law either throws up its hands or is complicit. Legal experts are either complicit or they simply give up. Law. What has the law become today? A notarized certification of our inability to care for life. Archie needed us: doctors, parents, lawyers, a whole society. We told him “no.” We told him, “get out of my way, this is what’s better for your.”

Archie was busy, demanding time and effort, sweat and pain, and he was costly. Now everything is easier, we can go to the beach, and we have also saved some money that would have gone to his medical bills. Archie is our condemnation, the condemnation of a sick society and a dead civilization. Archie had no such intention. He was in the middle of it, he paid the highest price. Some now say that it is for the best, that he has liberated himself and liberated us. Some are perhaps even now gloating. I have run out of words, which for that matter are no longer needed. A chill runs down my spine thinking about walking among certain people. Now an extra prayer is needed for Archie. And one for his executioners.

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