“No one is pro-abortion, they are pro-choice” is how the
argument goes. It’s repeated ad nauseam
on social media platforms, broadcast interviews, and even in presidential
debates. And it’s completely false. As I’ve written before, the term pro-choice is utterly meaningless unless the question is
answered: choice to do what? Answering
that question tells everyone what you actually favor.
I think what abortion rights activists mean when they offer
up this intellectually stunted defense is that they don’t glory in aborted
fetuses or get their jollies off of running up the body count. That’s fair, but it’s also a conspicuous self-own. If there is truly nothing morally abhorrent
about the act of abortion, there is really no reason to distance yourself from
being considered “pro-abortion” in the first place.
For example, I am pro-choice about school vouchers. Even as a public high school teacher, I think
that if a parent wants to choose to keep a portion of their taxes back in the
form of a voucher to send their child to a private school, that should be their
choice. I don’t do that personally, but
I’m fine with others doing it. When a
colleague who disagrees with my position accuses me of being “pro-vouchers,” I
don’t flip out and demand they call me “pro-choice” instead. The defensive reaction of pro-aborts in this
regard reveals a convicting conscience that they are trying desperately to
Further, it is concerning that those who favor a legal right
to murder unborn children aren’t willing to acknowledge the unabashed bloodlust
that now defines a growing portion of their number. As civilized man moves towards an end of this
horrifically self-centered practice, those who remain committed to it are
becoming increasingly vocal and progressively creepy.
For instance, the Students for Life chapter at the
University of Texas-San Antonio recently set up a “Fetus Graveyard” drawing
attention to the startling number of babies being sacrificed on the altar of
convenience. It was a passive display
that was shocking to the conscience only because of the jarring number of
little pink crosses that filled the field.
Undone by this display, a handful of Planned Parenthood supporters
carrying placards, marched into the middle of the field and put on a
Among other things, the pro-abortion students walked through
the field of crosses, pointing at one and joked, “I had an abortion, look
there’s mine right there.” They also led
chants – yes, chants about aborting children:
“When I say Planned, you say Parenthood. Planned. Parenthood. Planned. Parenthood.”
“When I say aborted, you say fetuses. Aborted. Fetuses. Aborted. Fetuses.”
“Stop, hey, what’s that sound? All the fetuses are in the ground.”
If you can stomach it, you can watch it all right here:
Politically this is a disaster for the abortion rights
movement. It’s a massive embarrassment
for Planned Parenthood to be associated with macabre, ghoulish behavior like
this. A movement that wants to pretend
the horror of Kermit Gosnell was an exception rather than the rule is
undermined by this spectacle. And all
the multimillion-dollar ad campaigns, all the marketing, all the favorable
media bias in the world that advances a “choice” mantra is exposed as mere
cosmetic propaganda meant to conceal the hideous face of what has devolved into
nothing more than a child-killing cult.
But if I can be totally honest, when I watched that video
there was one thing that kept echoing in my mind. And it isn’t what it used to be. I no longer watch videos like that, hear
chants like that, and immediately think of the politics or the legal
implications. Maybe getting older and
becoming both more aware and more ashamed of my own failings, selfishness, and
arrogant pride has caused me to see people differently. I truly hope it has.
But when I first watched this, and even seeing it again, I
didn’t feel contempt for those bad actors standing in a field of crosses. I felt pity.
I felt a sense of desperation that they be released from the powerful darkness
that has come to control their thoughts.
And I just kept thinking and praying, “Father, forgive them…they know
not what they do.”
If you’re a praying person, please find the humility and
love to pray the same.