The Sad Case of Gerry McClelland, and My Thoughts on Assisted Suicide

Being the anniversary month of Roe vs. Wade, January is a good month to look at issues of life.   Most of the emphasis is on abortion, but we must consider the other end of life, too, when it occurs, and whose decision it is for that occurrence to take place.

While doing other research, I ran across the case of BBC reporter Gerry McClelland.  After an illustrious career with the BBC, and racked with terminal cancer, she went to Switzerland and ended her life at Dignitas, the assisted suicide facility last month.

Evidently this was a cause célèbre in the UK, gauging from the press surrounding it.  Given that her album is a good piece of 1960’s and 1970’s style soulwinning (a genre I’m all too familiar with) her end came as a profound shock.  But–as the Québec born priest who gave the first sermon I heard after Roe vs. Wade predicted–euthanasia is the coming issue after abortion, so this is my take on the whole business.

There are three reasons why I object to assisted suicide, one theological and the other two a mixture of theological and practical.

The purely theological reason is the fact that all life is a gift from God; he grants it to us, thus he has the prerogative when it’s taken away.  This applies to suicide in general.  Christian societies have traditionally preached against suicide (as opposed to the pagan ones that preceded them, like Rome) although the “eternally secure” have muddied the waters on this one.

The second reason, more practical in scope, is that sooner or later the “right to die” will morph into the “obligation to die.”  Secularists guffaw at this because they can’t see the modern state doing such as thing, but as we see our welfare states careen towards financial-demographic bankruptcy, the pressure for that morphing to take place will only increase.  End of life care is expensive; dispensing with it would do wonders for budgets but have deleterious effects on people.

The third reason is that behind much of the push for “death with dignity” is the idea that our life is only what we can do.  Involved with nursing home ministry, it’s common to hear the sentiment that “I can’t do the things I used to.”  Frustrating as that is, the next step is the idea that “If you can’t do things, then life should be ended.”  If we affirm that our lives have the extrinsic worth that God has invested in them, then what’s ultimately important isn’t what we do but what we are, a point I made in a Palm Beachy way in A State of Being.

And the whole concept of “death with dignity” brings up something else.  In the trashy, voyeuristic, “reality show” culture we live in, the trick isn’t to die with dignity, but to live with it.  Sometimes I think that the reason people are so obsessed with “death with dignity” is that it’s the only time these days they can really aspire to have any.  If that’s the case, our culture is much further gone than many of us suspect.

Assisted suicide, attractive as it sounds in the hard cases, is something whose popularisation will bite us harder in many ways than we anticipate.  My wife and I better be blessed ministering to the elderly we have before us; they could vanish in a budget cut.

Update (7 March 2013)

This blog past has had a stranger history than most, and given the comments below it deserves an explanation.

In putting this together, I conflated two people: the BBC reporter mentioned above and another Gerry McClelland whose album (download at the time, no more now) appears on the Ancient Star-Song.  I attempt to research the material I put up as best as I can, but in this case my methodology failed me.

I was called out on this by another sometime BBC reporter, the atheist Sheilagh Matheson.  Usually these days someone who does this puts a link in to drive their point home, but Matheson didn’t bother to do so, leaving me suspicious of the whole thing.  I guess she figured I was following this on British television, but that’s easier said than done outside of the UK.

Finally Geraldine Snape, the singer on the album, has come forth.  The fact that she messed up her blog address threw me off (it’s actually here) but I finally have been able to ascertain that she is the one who produced the album, to my satisfaction at least.

As I noted in my response to Matheson, the issues I brought up re assisted suicide were independently derived, so I have basically excised the first part of the blog post, and apologise for the confusion it has created.

On a more personal level, Geraldine Snape’s current situation is intriguing from two standpoints.  The first is that she’s originally from Belfast; Northern Ireland, of course, is the ancestral home of the Scots-Irish, who get a good deal of space in this blog, most recently here.  The second is that Penketh, where the Potter’s House is, is just west of Warrington, which is of course the putative origin area of my own family, although my great-great grandfather came from Manchester to the U.S. in 1842.

Hopefully we can move forward discussing the issues, although I wouldn’t count on it.

4 thoughts on “The Sad Case of Gerry McClelland, and My Thoughts on Assisted Suicide”

  1. Like Newsnight and Lord McAlpine, you have written an article based on inaccurate assumptions and misunderstanding. You refer to two Gerry McClellands. One is the musician. The other was a programme editor at the BBC. The latter believed strongly in living this life to the full, because there is no God, nor afterlife. She had dignity and respect throughout her life, and wanted to retain that up until she died.
    Even though you clearly found it hard to resolve what you thought were the musician’s actions, you still didn’t bother to practise the most basic journalistic skill. You should check your facts before publishing anything, especially on such a sensitive subject.
    I hope you will now remove this offensive article.

    1. There are two thoughts that come to mind.

      The first is that, other than you, I have no independent corroboration of your assertion. I am not a journalist, nor have ever claimed to be such, although my enemies have tried to pin that on me. I do my best to check what I post.

      To tell the truth, if your assertion is correct, it would simplify many things.

      The second is that my views on assisted suicide are not a function of Gerry McClelland or Newsnight or Lord McAlpine or you for that matter, and in fact went beyond the immediate circumstances of Ms. McClelland’s situation. Evidently you think that the world would be a better place when those views you disagree with and find offensive are removed from view. That may be the fashion these days; I however do not think that this is the case.

    2. and here I am alive and well and living in Penketh Cheshire…still singing from time to time and half of an art business called The Potters House Penketh….but thankyou so much for remembering me…what fun!!!

  2. I was actually listening to ’Echoes Surround Me’, I’ve had the album since the 70’s and listen regularly.

    But I never knew who Gerry McClelland was, so as I was digitizing the album (Vinyl’s don’t get better with age, content yes, but not quality).

    Well with the internet I thought I could find out something about her. I was a bit sad when I read this blog, but as I got through it, was happy to see that she is today Geraldine Snape / Gerry Snape (https://www.blogger.com/profile/07269492251928362799) and is well and alive and seemingly most of all has kept her faith (most important).

    In any case I think I supplied the rip which previously was available at Ancient Star-Song with Diakoneo.

    Can’t seem to find the album commercially available any longer, so since I’ve made a new and good rip, you can get this great album here:
    Flac: https://mega.nz/#!oaZAwKaYRJtLDlzan1cLt_mtXWDYi1GgsHhKUmxFMuqZus4jBlo

    Mp3: https://mega.nz/#!Vfh0DTaD!svmVkKCaKqtV57FNkuqhJy-7ylIQGtThoCmwK6FNRoc

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