In case you’re reading this and don’t already know: Abortion bothers me.
I’ve never planned to use this blog for politics, but if you have a voice(even if no one can hear you), it seems a waste to not use it for something that matters.
Tonight has been frustrating. So often, in an attempt to not appear judgemental toward those who would disagree me, I speak in an incredibly forgiving manner towards those who support abortion “rights.” In my experience, on average, the more people learn about abortion the more pro-life they become. It’s the people who KNOW that bother me. The people who run the movement. The people who know that abortion doesn’t help women.
I don’t understand.
When my mother was pregnant with me, it was recommended, by her doctor and by family members, that she have an abortion. I was to be my fathers’ only biological child; my sisters were his step-daughters, and when my mom was told that I was a high-risk pregnancy, it “made sense” that she would abort me so as to not run the risk of leaving her husband of one year with one preteen and two teenage daughters.
I am the face of the missing.
I am the face of what could have been. Of who WAS, but is no longer.
I am the face of a “hard-case” abortion.
She was told she could die in childbirth.
So it’s personal. It’s personal when people talk about the hard cases. It’s personal when they talk about maternal mortality. And it’s personal when they lie about abortion and the consequences. Not just to the dead baby. Not just to the damaged mother. But to society. When they lie about the philosophical damage done to the world at large.
We live in a world where it is okay, where it is acceptable, where it is common, for children to be ripped from their mothers womb and torn into pieces in exchange for money. We live in a world where we are told that an unborn child doesn’t deserve life until they’re born. We live in a world where we are told it’s easy, simple, safe, to kill a child.
I don’t like that world.
I’ve always marvelled at how those behind the pro-abortion movement have gotten away with such incredible dishonesty. At how they’ve not only been allowed to say that being pro-life is a form of misogyny, but they’ve been given credibility when they’ve advanced such ridiculous ideas.
I am woman; hear me roar. I can do what no man will ever be able to do: I can bear children. My body is built to be able to continue the human race. And instead of celebrating the beauty of my existance, my body, my femininity, I’ve been told by a pro-abortion society that I should be ashamed of the body I was born into. That unless I celebrated abortion “rights” and scorned the ability to bear children, I was somehow a slave to men.
But that’s not true.
Is there a better way to enslave women than to make them feel as though they should be ashamed of the incredible uniqueness of their very being? Whether they choose to have children or not is irrelevant: Without women, the human race would be extinct.
It’s a little humbling when I think about it. To realize that my very being, by the very nature of being alive, I have the ability to imapct the future of the world for generations to come.
The idea that our fertility should be shunned, that we must sacrifice our children in order to be “equal;” THAT is misogyny. THAT is fear of the female form. And that is prejudice in it’s most brutal form. It requires that we sacrifice our children in order to be more like men.
I’m not a feminist. I don’t think women are better than men. I don’t think men are better than women. I’ve embraced the idea that it’s possible to be equal and have different things to contribute. Far be it from me to suggest that the only thing that women can offer is their ability to bear children, but it is certainly not a form of sexism to believe that the nature-given, God-given gift of furthering the species is to be celebrated.
So often I hear that WHITE CHRISTIAN MEN are behind the movement to stop legally killing children. And there ARE men (not nearly enough) who believe that unborn children shouldn’t be killed at the whim of others. But I find it interesting that so frequently the point is made that CHRISTIAN men, so focused on their patriarchal religions, enslave women into being baby-making machines.
I wonder if the individuals spouting such things have ever been students of history or religion. For when one looks at matriarchal societies, you learn that women in such societies celebrate fertility for what it is. Beauty. Miraculous. Needed. Special.
They do not shun their fertility; they rejoice in it.
I do not have children. I don’t know if I ever will. I desperately want to be in a place to be able to foster children, and if I ever find a man who doesn’t run screaming at the idea of being with me, perhaps I will have biological children as well.
But I sure as hell won’t ever be ashamed of what makes me a woman. Of what is a defining part of my humanity; of my existance.
I am woman. I have the ability to carry on the human race. Hear me roar.
helpful quote of the day: “I have an idea that the phrase ‘weaker sex’ was coined by some woman to disarm some man she was preparing to overwhelm.” ~Ogden Nash