In a hospital room, there is a mother who went into labor 20 weeks early. In a hospital room, there are doctors surrounding a newborn child, doing everything they can to save that baby’s life. It is their duty to do everything in their power to help that child survive.
But why then, at 20 weeks, can one child be surrounded by doctors who are saving that child’s life, yet a mile down the road, another child can be purposefully torn limb from limb?
Is there difference between the child at 20 weeks who was born and the child at 20 weeks who was still inside of his or her mother’s womb? The only difference I see between them is a child who is legally allowed to be slaughtered by an abortion doctor, and a child of the same age and development who will have the chance to live to see another day.
Last week, there was an international Women’s March. While at first, it was a march to ask for people to respect women, to point out the sexism in our society, and to promote equality between the sexes, it turned into millions of women wearing vagina hats and alienating, even disinviting pro-life women.
The original intent I understood — before the whole, ‘let’s wear vaginas on our heads and talk about the right to kill what we reproduce and not allow certain women to attend the women’s march thing’ happened — was for marchers to declare that women should be treated with respect (although I still don’t think the vagina hats shouted “I deserve respect!”).
Nonetheless, last week millions of women marched throughout the country. Today, people will march. Only today, we march not for ourselves. Instead, we march for those who cannot.
We live in a culture where you can kill a unborn female for the reason that she is a female. We live in a culture where killing a child who is miraculously made is normalized. We live in a culture where “reproductive rights” does not mean the right to reproduce without being forced to follow a one-child policy, or where it means you have the right to reproduce — we live in a culture where reproductive rights is a slogan that has nothing about reproducing but instead, the right to kill what you have reproduced. We live in a culture where Planned Parenthood, while sounding like a place that would provide pre-natal services, has many locations providing no pre-natal care but only sonograms to see how far along the child is before they abort them. We live in a culture where abortion “rights” are not shameful to talk about and yet miscarriages are taboo. We live in a culture where the leading cause of death of African Americans is abortion, yet people blow it off as if abortion is not harming anyone. We live in a culture where it is normal to think abortion has no effect on the mother. We live in a culture where one of the main arguments for abortion is “what about the cases of rape or incest?” despite those cases only making up 2% of all abortions. We live in a culture that bases arguments on emotions without facts, promotes empowerment without meaning, and encourages life, but for only those who we find convenient.
I march today for the millions of women and men who are not here to march. I march because life is sacred — the life of the mother, the child, the father, the family. I march because their lives are sacred, not only for the 9 months a mother carries her child, but for the lifetime of the mother and her child. I march because there are mothers without hope in unbearable situations. I march because there are unexpected pregnancies. I march because there are parents finding out that their child might have a severe health issue and may not make it for more than a few minutes after birth, if they even make it that long. I march because there is hope for the mothers, for the fathers, and for their children. Today, I march for life.