This may be a bit more personal than a lot of the content I have here.

From 1990-1995, I was a resident at what was then Boston City Hospital, and is now Boston Medical Center.  BCH sits in Boston’s South End, and is roughly at the intersection of South Boston, Roxbury, and Dorchester.  Roughly.  Then, as now, it is the City of Boston’s “Knife and Gun Club”.  Every major city has at least one-the hospital where the serious penetrating trauma mostly goes, usually because it’s in the part of town where most of the penetrating trauma happens.  Usually, it’s a poor part of town-the part where most of the people are people of color.  It’s where you end up if you’re out of work, out of cash, and out of hope.  And if you were unfortunate enough to have been born into that, you generally stay because it’s home and all your friends and family are there, or because you can’t get out-you don’t have the education or training for a better job, and you can’t get the education or training while still working the job, which in general doesn’t offer generous time off or tuition reimbursement.  Some folks manage it, through very hard work.  But it asks much of folks to be like superman just to get a little security, when many of the people making decisions had security handed to them on a plate (and to be clear, I am one of them).

Your population (which is medicalese for “the people you see”) are most often at the end of their resources.  They didn’t have many in the first place, and any illness uses them up.

And these, folks, are the people who are going to be the worst hit by program cuts now in progress at the federal level.  Not “fraud, waste and abuse”.  Not wastrels and do-nothings; most of these people work hard for their money.  Not a few of them take care of your elderly relatives, or clean your office building, or work on your car at the local Jiffy Lube.  Some are disabled from birth; they didn’t get much of a shot from the word “go”.  If you have Down’s syndrome, and can be productive but need a little help, tough.  If you have to care for an elderly relative, sucks to be you; if you’re hanging on to your job only because you get subsidized child care, or elder day care for your aged parent, get ready to cowboy up, because that stuff is going away.

Know what isn’t going away?  Subsidies for industries which can afford lobbyists.  Tax breaks for corporations.  (Gotta have someone creating those jobs-except the only industry which is creating jobs right now is health care (which is being cut, because when you look at it, most of those jobs are being paid for by tax dollars)).  Anything, in other words, which helps people who pretty much don’t need any help; they have a lot already.  That stuff is sacred, because those people have influence.  (which they’ve bought with the money they haven’t paid in taxes).  And the argument is always the same: if you cut that stuff, if you increase taxes on those people , you’ll stifle economic growth.  It’s the same, tired supply side argument which has failed over and over again, but which too many people unaccountably still believe.

(Hang in there; I’m getting around to a point).

And when the neighborhood I used to work in explodes once again in drug and gun violence, the people who don’t need the help are going to be surprised.  They are going to call for harsh suppressive measures for the violent elements.  They aren’t going to care that the people who are rioting, who are mostly shooting each other (with an occasional bullet for some rich kid (or rarely adult) who either strayed into the line of fire, or was slumming looking for cheaper drugs than he could get in the suburbs), do not, as my ex-father-in-law used to put it, have a pot to piss in.  The people who are both shooting and getting shot are (bluntly) poor.  They see people who are rich all around them.  And they know, they know, that the rich people want them to stay poor.  Because they know what’s going on at the top.  They know that tax breaks are for people who are not them, and that tax money goes to people who are not them, and that pretty much everyone has written them off.  They know that when the going gets tough, it’s not “everyone all together, E pluribus unum“. It’s “I got mine, and the devil take the hindmost”.

And I think that sucks, frankly.

If we’re going to pretend to be a nation composed of disparate parts, we need to act like one.  We need to see our neighbors as people.  All of them.  Including the ones who aren’t much like us, whether it’s because they’re brown, or gay, or Jewish.  Or poor.  And in my sole opinion, we need to do what we can to help people be stable in their lives.  Not meaning “keep anything from changing”, but definitely meaning “Keeping them from losing hope, keeping them trying to be better, stronger, more than they are now”.  Not just poor people; all people.  Enough of us have lost our way.  Enough have forgotten what it means to be part of something bigger than ourselves.  These people are on our crew, as Captain Malcolm Reynolds puts it in “Firefly”.  That doesn’t mean we have to like them, or let them get away with everything they’d like.  But it does mean that when they fall, as some inevitably will, that we will come back for them.  That we will pick them up, make them as whole as we can, and teach them not to fall again, if we can.  We can make people more resilient, and when we do, I think we’ll find that our entire society becomes more resilient.  When I was a resident, I always felt that a part of my job, when someone came to the Emergency Department, was not just to help them deal with what was going on now, but also to help them understand what had led to the emergency, so that in the future they could avoid it.  I’ve done my best to keep that up as I’ve practiced, and more than a few people have told me that “No one has ever explained [their health problem] to them like that before”.  Well, we have, as a nation, a fiscal problem.  And I honestly think that if you look, you’ll find that we’ve done all we can with cutting.  I’ve lived with a lot of people, friends and strangers, in combined households-I suspect most people have, at some point in their lives.  You live with a roommate, a housemate, a lifemate.  And I’ve had a household budget, in the same way we have a national budget.  We need to face the fact that a national budget (like a household budget) consists of both income and expense. If we have too many expenses, we can look to see what can be cut.  And if we, as a nation, decide to cut some I like, well, I don’t always get what I want.  Maybe we don’t need the deluxe cable, but we need the electricity. But if we decide to do nothing but cut, and don’t decide that maybe someone needs to contribute a little more of their surplus income to the household, we’re not going to last long as a household, because we’ve cut all the things which hold us together.