January 23, 2012

To the Millions Who Never Had a Birthday

 

On January 22, 1973, nineteen years to the day before I would be born, the United States Supreme Court ruled that "The states are not free, under the guise of protecting maternal health or potential life, to intimidate women into continuing pregnancies" (Justice Harry A. Blackmun) Roe v. Wade.) In other words, abortions in the United States became legalized.

I don't need to say that this sparked one of the most heated and enduring controversies the United States have ever seen. Positions on this issue have defined presidents, enraged congressmen and women, prompted violence, inspired activism and caused the deaths of millions. 

I'm not just talking about the estimated 40 million unborn children that have been killed under the protection of Roe v. Wade. I'm talking about the millions of babies who have died worldwide regardless of the legality of abortion in those countries, and I am talking about the millions of women who died and continue to die from unsanitary, unsafe underground abortion procedures.

If there is anything that makes me want to lie alone and quietly weep for the fallen nature of this world, it is this.