Seeing the title of the article alone fills one with outrage if they have any sense of what it’s like to have survived abuse, sexual assault or any other crime. When someone who has experienced the worst that life can throw at them, and another ‘human being’ decides to laugh derisively–that is crass at the lowest form of crass. Women are not out having abortions like they go out to have restaurant cooked meals. There is a fundamental insanity that surrounds this debate, a lack of reason and respect, all of which is based on a religious minority’s belief of when life begins, and it’s intrinsic value at that stage.
No one. NO ONE. has a right to decide when I a woman can or cannot have an abortion, and least of all those lofting ‘right to life’ rhetoric based on a lack of reason. In all cases, the life of the mother is never considered. The very life that this nation, her family and colleagues, herself, has invested in. The very life that’s intrinsic value is measurable in actualities and not just possibilities. Her life becomes devalued as a vessel for a possible future human child–there is no guarantee of viability, survival or worth above and beyond the mother’s worth. No. The two are not equal. A fetus is not a living breathing human being. It is a potential. While they ignore women, fighting to take away their rights to decide their future, happiness and liberty, they’re breaking down the very structure on which this nation was founded: Personal Liberty. Autonomy. Freedom of (both from and to practice) Religion.
Women are half the population in the world, if not slightly more. Yet, we rank as a minority, under-served in all areas. Add to that struggle the economic hardships of certain areas and race, and you have a mechanism for disaster. Yet, the blame for every tragedy that befalls a person for which society refuses to provide justice, is squarely on her shoulders. Women are not responsible for their rapes or sexual abuse. Their abusers are responsible. There needs to be a clear end to the laughing, snickering in corners and whispers of “keep your legs shut, whore.”