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Last week I was in turmoil after hearing of the Planned Parenthood scandal. I vacillated between disbelief, anger, despair, and a deep deep sadness filled my soul. I read too much. I watched the videos and read the full transcripts. I read some pro-choice rebuttals and many more essays and news pieces from those who felt the same as I. I read political pieces from both sides. I have read that there are more shocking undercover videos on the way.
Fellow women, who have we become? How have we been driven to this point, where we are destroying and then offering up our baby’s body parts in the name of anything? Have we done this to each other? I know what is contested is the “selling”. Politicians are debating or turning their heads, lawmakers are threatening or denying, newspaper writers are reporting or not. If we are selling or giving away our destroyed baby’s body parts for use in a lab, if a law is being broken or not, that argument is a deterrent for something much much worse
How in the name of all that is good, have we been convinced to deny the incredible gift of our sexuality-that incredible energy we posses in our bodies-to grow human life, and then to degrade it with abortion? We are smarter than this, we are the powerful caretakers of humanity, and we have let others-a culture that uses women as sexual objects, men and women who want the act of sex but not the creation of human life from our bodies, a society that calls our ability to make human life inconvenient, environmentally irresponsible, a financial strain, and not worthy of further relationship-lead us to a culture of death-the death of a piece of us, and the death of our offspring.
And we are being cruel to each other.
I feel so much for my fellow women who have had an abortion-they say 1 in 4 now. When I watched those videos and read the transcribed words, I felt many emotions, but didn’t realize until days later that I had been brought back to the times when I have lost babies before they were born also, through miscarriage-I have seen heartbeats and little legs and arms and beautiful dancing and jumping, and then had to mourn when all that stopped. It is a terrible loss of life that stays with each of us forever.
The joking, the cavalier disrespect for these little babies, and their mothers, the way the people in these videos made them sound like a cog in a business machine, a way to be negotiated and managed and discarded and sent out the door as quickly as possible-to keep living their lives like nothing happened, or worse in a waste receptacle, or in a petri dish being bartered upon and picked apart organ by organ, and then a cooler in pieces being transported to a lab-it is pure degradation.
It is degrading to women and our intelligence and our power that we must treasure and respect and demand that others do the same. It is degrading to our unique precious children-each one who deserves to live. It is degrading to our fellow women who cry each day over a negative pregnancy test, and have to witness the gift of life being destroyed in minutes, while they wait year after year after desperate year on adoption waiting lists.
We must be kind to each other.
We must understand that women have been lied to, and are being lied to. We must understand that many many women are desperate, embarrassed, frightened, or woefully misinformed about how their bodies work. That many women who viewed those powerful truth telling videos, are mourning all over again. That they deserve forgiveness and compassion and they must believe that they were victims of a movement and a culture that doesn’t respect them, their sexuality or their children.
And we who know the truth must work to change all those things-with love.