The most startling part of the far-left’s fixation on late-term abortion is the coldness with which they discuss it.
Because of the newly-passed New York legislation, the conversation right now seems to be focused on how far into a pregnancy an abortion should be allowed to take place –- measuring the time in weeks –- though when you think about it, the outcome for the baby is exactly the same no matter when in the gestation period it occurs, which is to say “gone, baby, gone.” The procedure for an early abortion might be relatively less gruesome, and it might not involve pain for the doomed baby, but either way, in the end, this human being is deprived of life. It is snuffed out.
Maybe I don’t know what I’m talking about, as I have never given birth or even been pregnant, but I’m a pretty empathetic person and am going to speculate here. In the very beginning of a pregnancy, especially for someone very young, nine months might seem like an eternity, a real life-disrupter, and someone who has reduced the baby in her mind to nothing more than a small, undifferentiated tissue mass, like a lima bean, might just want it gone, excised as one would remove a benign tumor. In such a case, for her to undergo a change of heart would require a new and profound awareness that this is a UNIQUE LIFE, with its own DNA. She --- and those around her --- might be too skilled in the art of self-delusion to allow even the contemplation of that truth, let alone the acknowledgement.
But what if the abortion doesn’t happen right away? It seems to me that the longer someone has been pregnant and the closer she is to delivery (and the more she’s felt the baby move), the more likely she might be to say, “Oh, well, it’s only a few more weeks now. I’ve come this far. I can tough this out, go ahead and have the baby and let someone adopt it who really wants one. Either way, at this point I’m going to have to go through a major medical procedure anyway, so why not just have the baby?”
I was a premature baby --- born almost a month early. Very tiny. I’ve been told that when we all got home from the hospital and I was being bathed, my daddy said, “She looks like an organism.” I must have been about the size of some of these late-term fetuses that are harvested for their tiny body parts. So it gives me a chill to hear those Planned Parenthood tapes.
But, anyway, I just can’t understand: when you’re that far along, why kill the baby? If the baby has a very serious physical abnormality, it’s probably not going to survive long no matter what care it receives; in that case, nature will have its way. Otherwise, why not let it have its chance in this world? The pregnancy is over, so not to give this new life a chance seems like the most heartless thing a person can do.
I just don’t understand why adoption isn’t a more popular option. When I was a little girl, my best friend was adopted. She was the only adopted kid I knew. I never learned her story –- perhaps she didn’t, either --- but if it was a case of her mother not being able to keep her, I have to think how wonderful it was that she was allowed to exist.
On the other hand, when I see the statistics on how many babies are aborted in a given year, it boggles my mind. I used to wonder how we could even accommodate so many more people until I read an article in The Atlantic from December called “Why Are Young People Having So Little Sex?” by Kate Julian. Now, this article is only peripherally about population; it’s mostly about the reasons people seem to be having less and less sex these days. And, as there are many, many reasons for that, the article is incredibly long. (In fact, it should have been called “Everything You Never Wanted To Know About Sex And Were Sorry You Asked.”) So instead of linking to the entire article, I’m just going to share the relevant part here, the part about population. It seems that here in America, we’re not even managing to reproduce ourselves…
When toys “r” us announced this spring—after saying it had been struggling because of falling birth rates—that it would be shutting down, some observers mordantly remarked that it could be added to the list of things that Millennials had destroyed.
Societal changes have a way of inspiring generational pessimism. Other writers, examining the same data I’ve looked at, have produced fretful articles about the future; critics have accused them of stoking panic. And yet there are real causes for concern. One can quibble—if one cares to—about exactly why a particular toy retailer failed. But there’s no escaping that the American birth rate has been falling for a decade.
At first, the drop was attributed to the Great Recession, and then to the possibility that Millennial women were delaying motherhood rather than forgoing it. But a more fundamental change may be under way. In 2017, the U.S. birth rate hit a record low for a second year running. Birth rates are declining among women in their 30s—the age at which everyone supposed more Millennials would start families. As a result, some 500,000 fewer American babies were born in 2017 than in 2007, even though more women were of prime childbearing age. Over the same period, the number of children the average American woman is expected to have fell from 2.1 (the so-called replacement rate, or fertility level required to sustain population levels without immigration) to 1.76. If this trend does not reverse, the long-term demographic and fiscal implications will be significant.
Surprised? I was. And this is at a time when people who WANT children and have the financial means to pursue it are going to heroic lengths with fertility treatments, petrie dishes and such to try to conceive and carry a baby to term. It’s hard to understand why more women with unwanted pregnancies don’t allow their babies to live and be adopted. What’s a few more months when it means a child doesn’t have to be killed?
But, emotionally speaking, we as a culture seem to be going through a kind of Ice Age, with hearts as frozen as Chicago has been this week. Leftists cheer and celebrate the idea of abortion that 's been unrestricted to the point of infanticide. How politicians can be so matter-of-fact on the issue of what to do with a tiny newborn baby that’s struggling to live, I don’t know.
I get more and more of this iciness from leftists. The one real emotion they seem capable of is anger. Wow, they can be cold on issues such as this. (If they ever do take charge of health care, I shudder to think how soon the rationing will start.) I find their hardness curious, because people on the left have traditionally liked to think of themselves as the compassionate ones, the ones who fight for the little guy. There is no one more oppressed than that little guy or girl trying to be born, that baby who will be lucky to get out of the delivery room alive.