God Bless You, Dr. Kevorkian

Happy Birthday, Dr. Jack. Welcome back.

More paintings by Dr. Kevorkian can be seen here.
The art used above (the one on the left is the mirror image) is titled Very Still Life. A detail from this painting was used on the cover of his audio CD (reviewed here).

July 2008 Update: Kevorkian has collected enough signatures to run for congress in Michigan’s 9th district.

November 2008 Update: Link to election results

Do we own ourselves? by Miriam Allen deFord
Published in The Realist, issue 41, June 1963
Page scans available at The Realist Archive Project:
Link 1
Link 2
Link 3

Post title borrowed from Kurt Vonnegut.
Transcript from WNYC’s On the Media of Kurt Vonnegut’s meeting (courtesy of Dr. K.) with Eugene Debs in the afterlife available here. There is also audio (includes a lot of extraneous crap) at that link. This might explain.

KURT VONNEGUT: During what has been almost a year of interviewing completely dead people while only half-dead myself, I asked St. Peter again and again to meet a particular hero of mine. He is my fellow Hoosier, the late Eugene Victor Debs of Terre Haute, Indiana. He was five times the Socialist Party’s candidate for President back when this country still had a strong Socialist Party.

And then, guess what? Yesterday afternoon, none other than Eugene Victor Debs, organizer and leader of the first successful strike against a major American industry, the railroads, was waiting for me at the far end of the blue tunnel.

We hadn’t met before. This great American died in 1926 at the age of 71, when I was only [LAUGHS] four years old. I thanked him for words of his, which I quote again and again in lectures. “As long as there is a lower class, I am in it. As long as there is a criminal element, I am of it. As long as there is a soul in prison, I am not free.”

He asked me how those words were received here on Earth in America nowadays. I said they were ridiculed. People snicker and snort, I said. He asked what our fastest-growing industry was. The building of prisons, I said. What a shame, he said.

And then he asked me, how is the Sermon on the Mount going over these days? And then he spread his wings and he flew away.


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