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Taking one for the team

2024, Pearls & Irritations

As the war in Ukraine reminds us, nations still send thousands of young people to die in pointless and avoidable wars, actions that are generally seen as noble sacrifices. By contrast, old people contemplating cutting their lives slightly shorter in the cause of international and inter-generational justice are regarded as needing counseling.

Taking one for the team johnmenadue.com/taking-one-for-the-team/ By Mark Beeson Sep 12, 2024 I’m thinking of calling it a day. Don’t be alarmed. I’m not planning to do so for two or three years, and this definitely isn’t the proverbial “cry for help”. Even at this seemingly late stage of planetary evolution, I don’t have too much to complain about. On the contrary, my biggest recent problem was deciding which Scandinavian country to visit as part of a (nonAustralian) taxpayer-funded jaunt to Florence. And yet, after much dispassionate contemplation, I can’t really think of any more useful contribution I could offer to the rest of humanity than making a slightly earlier exit than I might by letting nature take its course. I realise that even broaching such a subject will induce apoplexy and/or consternation among many readers as suicide remains one of the few taboos in the contemporary world, but it’s arguably a discussion we ought to have. Let me explain. I have had an unbelievably fortunate and interesting life. Just being a baby boomer meant I was part of a uniquely lucky generation who, in the affluent West, at least, enjoyed unprecedented opportunities, living standards and freedoms that many young people today cannot imagine. 1/3 We generally didn’t have to fight in wars or worry about environmental catastrophe, and we usually enjoyed subsidised higher educations and health care. Most of us were able to buy properties before they became too expensive to contemplate. Indeed, many of my generation bought several and rent them to impoverished youngsters. Although I fret about the future of young people in this country, and especially in the Global South, personally I’ve not got much to complain about. True, I’m 72 and my operating system isn’t what it used to be, but I’m still pretty fit, healthy, and capable of taking planet-destroying trips around the world at other people’s expense. Indeed, despite endlessly banging on about the environmental crisis, I’ve spent an embarrassing amount of time making rather self-indulgent trips to conferences and “must see” exotic locations. But even if you’re passing over what Donald Trump sensitively described as “shit hole” countries at 40,000 feet, it’s difficult to be completely unaware of what’s going on in the lives of the 80% of the world’s population who have never been on a plane. Even for those not experiencing conflict, flood, famine or persistent poverty, life could hardly be more different or lacking in opportunity. Little wonder so many flee to the hoped-for safety of the Global North. Yet even though I’m fortunate enough to live in a fabulously wealthy country, I’m not comfortable about the idea of my fellow taxpayers forking out for exotic medical interventions on my behalf, especially as they will probably only result in me watching daytime TV in an old people’s home for a couple more years. Given that I’m unlikely to do anything noteworthy or that I haven’t done before at this stage of the proceedings, and that general decline is inevitable, why not do something useful with my surprising, by global standards, wealth and good fortune? As I don’t have children or dependents and much of a stake in the future, this is not such an outlandish question. Nor will my very agreeable friends be unable to come to terms with my absence, or even surprised about my early exit either, I suspect. So, here’s the plan. In a couple of years’ time, I shall make a very civilised, painless (it’s really not that difficult or unpleasant), premeditated exit and leave nearly all I have to Médecins Sans Frontières. I’m already an enthusiastic contributor, but here’s my chance to do something really useful and support the saintly souls who really do make a difference in the most appalling circumstances. I can’t do anything useful in Gaza, but luckily I can outsource my responsibility to people who can. I’m not suggesting that anyone else should follow my example and would be (theoretically) surprised if they did. But there are worse things that could happen in the world than rich people giving some of their money away. As a confirmed agnostic, I have no idea what goes on in the “post-death space”, but it’s going to happen soon anyway whatever it is, so a couple of years here or there won’t make much difference. As it is, I’ve already exceeded the Biblical allocation of three score and ten. 2/3 True, three score and fifteen doesn’t have quite the same ring to it, but it’s still more than many people get. The average checkout time in Chad, for example, is still only 55, and it’s hard to imagine life was full of endless opportunities for personal growth and self-indulgence while it lasted. There really is something to be said for quitting while you’re ahead and can still do something useful. Indeed, if there’s one thing the planet is not short of its grumpy old men. Except in Chad, obviously. 3/3