It began when I moved this week to a new state and found myself sitting in the local driver’s license office. Of course I had to wait a while, and as I sat, it dawned on me I was going to be asked the usual question: Do you wish to be an organ donor?
It’s been in the back of my mind for a while now, but on Monday, I whipped out my iPhone and searched “Organ donor pro-life.” And what I found surprised me.
To be frank, I assumed organ donation was part of being pro-life; I was looking for confirmation of my noble endeavor. What if I die suddenly and a person with a disease can have part of my body, giving them a better quality life. That’s good, right? Well, sort of.
If organ donation were ethical and carried out in pure ways, the idea of someone getting my eye if I died tragically makes me happy, but that’s not the case these days because the literal industry of death (which we wrote about last year in this series) thrives on making money off partial death.
As I sat in that tiny office, Googling, reading and realizing, for the first time in my life this week, when they said “Would you like to be an organ donor?” I said, without missing a beat, “No.”