From a reader in Portland, Oregon:
Your reader says the situation in Belgium is “frightening.” I wonder, in what sense is it frightening? The only people who are dying there have chosen to die. Perhaps some of their cases don’t fit the reader’s criteria, but how is that his or her business? Either we own our lives or we don’t. If we do, then the choice of how and when to terminate that life is one of the most essential rights we have. Does the reader feel “frightened” by other choices adults make for themselves: to have or not have kids, to use various drugs, to jump from airplanes? If not, in what sense is a sovereign adult’s end-of-life decision “frightening?”
This reader, on the other hand, says “the idea of assisted suicide terrifies me”:
For most of her life, my grandmother struggled with chronic depression. It runs in my family, including myself, so I understood the struggle she went through, the dark hole that exists within, even though my depression has so far never run as deep.