Last weekend, I had the opportunity to watch a preview copy of Aurora Borealis, a movie written by Minneapolis native Brent Boyd. It’s a thoughtful, bittersweet story about the relationship between a twentysomething slacker and his dying grandfather. The film is set in Minneapolis and it’s also something of a love poem to the city. One scene features the protagonist making a derogatory remark about St. Paul, the city across the river. Most people wouldn’t get the humor, but I laughed and I felt like I was in on the joke. And I’m pretty sure I saw my building in a couple of the exterior shots. It even features Juliette Lewis, who is a total cutie. The film is still looking for a distributor, but it definitely deserves to be seen by more people.
The Supreme Court upheld the Oregon Death with Dignity Act today, which should serve as the final word on the statute’s legality. The Court concluded that the Attorney General does not have the authority to define what constitutes an “acceptable medical practice” under the federal Controlled Substances Act. The Court made the right call on this one. If it sided with the government, the AG would have broad authority to determine what practices in which physicians can and cannot engage. For example, the AG could decide that doctors cannot use a certain class of drugs to treat pain. Or the AG could determine that the prescribing a drug for off-label uses is not acceptable.
It’s important to note that both Kennedy and O’Connor sided with the majority. Kennedy seems positioned to assume the role of the Court’s swing vote. That’s why I haven’t gotten too excited about the confirmation of Alito. Under that veneer of inoffensive dullness, Alito is without a doubt a right-wing ideologue. But I’m hopeful that Kennedy will be a moderating influence on the Court, at least until we can get a Democratic president back in office.
Last week, a Hamline student asked me, “If a pill existed that would make your disability suddenly disappear, would you take it?” I tried to answer honestly and said that I didn’t know. I tend to find such magical thinking not terribly helpful. It’s similar to asking a woman if she would take a pill to become a man. Or, dare I say it, asking a gay man if he would take a pill to become heterosexual. Would the pill really make life better for me, or simply more conventional?
But the student’s question does get me thinking. To what extent does my disability influence my core identity? String theory posits that our universe is but one of many. Suppose there’s a universe just next door with another version of me–a version of me whose DNA is barely distinguishable from my own, with the exception of a slightly different sequence on a certain chromosome. Would that Mark be an attorney or did he go into something else, like sales or medicine or banking? Is he married with kids and living in the suburbs? Is he still a geek or a total jock? Does he have the same temperament or is he kind of a dick? How recognizable would that version of me be to my friends and family in this universe?
These are interesting questions, but it doesn’t change my own narrative. My disability and the rest of “me” are inextricably meshed and intertwined, pushing and pulling on each other in ways I’ll never completely appreciate or understand.
Minnesota is temporarily funding prescription drug assistance for low-income individuals who are unable to get their drug prescriptions filled because of technical glitches in the implementation of the new Medicare Part D benefit. Other states are resorting to similar measures. It’s troubling that these glitches seem to be affecting the most vulnerable individuals eligible for the program. In a post-Katrina environment, the federal government needs to demonstrate that it can respond to this problem quickly and effectively. Unfortunately, neither adjective seems to apply to its efforts thus far.

