As a rule, I’m happy when the folks over at Cosmopolitan are unhappy. And their post-Trump election headline was a pretty lovely one: “The Impact of this Election on Abortion Access will be Devastating.” The column was written by Robin Marty, who I’ve tangled with a few times on Twitter and is, in all fairness, one of the more reasonable members of the abortion cartel. But with the defeat of Hillary Clinton—a defeat that cost Planned Parenthood well over thirty million dollars in one swoop—Marty is not feeling very well:
With a wave of bloody skirmishes between social conservatives and the rest of the so-called conservative coalition happening in virtually every political party across Canada, pro-lifers have become increasingly disenchanted and increasingly convinced that there is nothing we can do. Years of fighting in the abortion wars have left many worn out, and many have ceded defeat. Questions crop up again and again: How do we keep going? Where do we find encouragement?
I have some advice that may strike many of you as strange: Don’t focus so much on politics.
There’s been much debate recently concerning politicians who claim to be pro-life but yet promise, hand-on-heart, that they will not do anything about the abortion issue whatsoever should those ex-utero voters they are appealing to decide to propel them to power. I am not making sweeping accusations of hypocrisy here.
It was near the turn of the century, after abolitionism had swept through Europe and seemingly conquered every defender of slavery, that a young shipping clerk named Edmund Dene Morel noticed something strange while going about his business at the harbor in Antwerp, Belgium. Ships were arriving filled to the brim with rubber—that was to be expected. But they were leaving again for the colony of Belgium’s King Leopold II not with goods to be used in payment, but with guns and ammunition. This was strange, Morel thought.
We heard a good deal of blathering from Justin Trudeau and his Liberals during last fall’s election campaign as well as during the many government photo ops that have followed (Trudeau averages one photo op a day) about the need for “science-based public policy.” I’m sure it would irritate them to find out that I happen to agree with this sentiment entirely.
In the annals of social reform movements, there is one that the pro-life movement has identified with most strongly: the abolitionist movement of William Wilberforce, Thomas Clarkson, Granville Sharp, and the Society for Effecting the Abolition of the Slave Trade. The names of many of these courageous and sacrificial men and women have been forgotten by a modern culture that cannot understand their devotion to God and to their afflicted neighbors, but what they achieved was summed up beautifully by the nineteenth-century historian W.E.H.
Across most of the Western world, abortion has been legal in some circumstances for several decades. There have been several exceptions, most notably Ireland and Poland. These countries are hugely significant, because they show clearly that the apocalyptic rhetoric of abortion activists—that any country restricting abortion will morph into a third world hellhole with dismal standards for women’s health and gruesome back alley abortions—are scaremongering fabrications.
Dishonesty is an almost universal characteristic of abortion activists. Language like “pro-choice,” “reproductive rights,” “clump of cells,” and a mob of other intentionally ambiguous terms conceal what the fundamental question of the abortion debate actually is: Should older human beings have the right to kill younger human beings?
Some time ago after a pro-life presentation, I swung by the Macs down the street from my house with a friend. My friend asked the cashier, a middle-aged Indian fellow, what he thought about abortion. Pro-choice, was the answer. It’s the woman’s decision at the end of the day.
So this week, I took one of our “Choice” cards, which depict a first trimester aborted fetus, and went back to the Macs.
“Here,” I offered. “We talked about abortion awhile ago. Images like this helped me understand that we’re talking about a real human being and real violence.”