The question is on Facebook, splashed across the fronts of newspapers, and crackling through on the radio--just like last year and the year before that and the year before that, every media outlet is asking the question: what about the children? I’ve come to realize that that particular question isn’t going anywhere.
It was a nice sunny day, and the contrast couldn't have been bigger. My boys, still little at the time, chatted happily in the double stroller. In the zipped pouch behind them was a stack of postcards with pictures of little children whose life had been cut short. I made sure to cover the abortion image on the front each time we stopped to stuff a mailbox. Letting the lid fall shut, I walked down the driveway where two eager faces waited for me.
The advent of artificial reproductive technologies (ARTs) has wrought some extremely bizarre familial relationships. Case in point: the 24-year old homosexual man in the U.K. who wanted children so his mother agreed to carry the child created from his sperm and a donor egg, effectively giving birth to her grandchild. The child was adopted by his father, who is also, in a way, his brother.
If there’s one thing we hear everywhere we go; at “Choice” Chain, at Banner Project, at Highway Project, and post-carding, it is this: “What about the children?” While post-carding angry fathers burst out of their front doors, waving our postcards at us and exclaiming, “What if my kids saw this?” At “Choice” Chain people get right up close to yell that, “There’s a day care around the corner!” When we sit by the side of the road at Banner Project driver after driver rolls down the window to angrily declare that they have children in the back seat of their car.