“What if an eleven-year-old gets raped by her dad? Would you really say that this child shouldn’t have an abortion?” The young woman asking the question had a look of mixed triumph and curiosity. There really wasn’t anything I could say to that, was there? In asking this question, she had proven that abortion is necessary, hadn’t she?
“Sometimes,” I said, taking a deep breath and infusing venom into every word, “I think I hate you.” For a brief moment, I was dazzled by my own daring. Then, I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me. I turned and saw my mother, standing in the doorway of the playroom where my brother and I were facing each other, my fists clenched, his hand around one of my Ken Barbie doll, who was bound tightly with hair ties.
“All right, boys and girls,” the librarian said, clapping her hands. “Sit down campfire style.”
We rushed to our places, maneuvering ourselves next to who was our best friend that day, settling down much quicker than we usually did. It was story time, and sitting in a semi-circle on the carpet in a room filled with the smell of books was our favourite time of day.
I don’t remember many of these times. The times sitting campfire style in the children’s section of the library ended about fifteen years ago, for me. I was too young to realize how soon these times would end.
We hear it everywhere: “Believe what you want to believe, but don’t force your beliefs on others.” The very name ‘pro-choice’ appears to tout this idea. The pro-abortion movement is all about choice, except, it seems, when it comes to having children. Contraception, birth control, sex education, and abortion all need to be seen a certain way—their way. One of the ways this manifests itself is in how the West treats Africa.
Children born where abortion is legal KNOW they are wanted. I blinked twice. Was she really going there? The others just have to hope their existence was not created by rape, dictated by religious laws, and complicated by lack of funds or medical care. Yes, she was. Reading the Abortion Rights Coalition of Canada’s Facebook page is never a good time, but this has to be one of the worst pro-choice arguments I’ve ever found there—and that’s saying a lot.
At CCBR, the most engagement we have with students is usually at high-school “Choice” Chain. We’ve found this particular initiative to be very effective; teenagers are just beginning to realize that they’ve been lied to. They’ve been told that sex and abortion aren’t a big deal, but as many of them look back on fractured families and broken relationships, many of them are starting to wonder if this is really a system that will make them happy.
The question of whether abortion is moral when the mother’s life is in danger is often the exception that stalwart pro-lifers concede to. At first glance, it does seem logical. If the mother dies, her pre-born child dies. It makes no sense to allow two people to die if we have the opportunity to save at least one. However, abortion is not merely allowing someone to die, it is an active facilitator of the death of a pre-born child. Since we already know that ending the life of an innocent human being is never justifiable, we seem to have run into a serious problem.
Pro-choice advocates often state that legal abortion is safe and painless. Looking at the procedure itself and the time it takes to be completed, this statement is fairly accurate. Like all medical procedures, abortion has its risks, but for the woman abortion usually has few short-term effects. Abortion is not a painless procedure, as women experience varying degrees of cramping as a result. However, it is true that abortion is relatively safe and painless for the woman—never, of course, for her child—in the immediate time in which it is taking place.
I was listening to the Bridgehead Radio Show the other day, and something in Jonathon’s discussion with Douglas Murray struck me. Towards the end of the conversation Jonathon mentioned a conversation he had with Mark Steyn, where Steyn said that a particular question was only asked because an atheist appeared to be a more muscular Christian than the Archbishop of Canterbury. When I heard this, I was reminded of an experience I had last year, while attending a Christian university.