A Reminder
Why Abortion Must Remain Legal
With a new Supreme Court nominee on the docket, it seems like a good time to revisit a post I made last March. Because this matters...
Warning: This post contains an image that is very graphic and disturbing. It's barely suitable viewing for adults, much less children. Please proceed with caution.
I just read an article NTodd wrote over at redandblue.net, where he made some great points. I will give a companion rant here:
The anti-abortion forces like to think they will create this utopian world where abortions never happen, but even Walter Mitty wasn't that deluded. Worse, they would have you believe that they want to save lives. They're a bunch of liars. One case would prove it.
To paraphrase from Life and Liberty for Women (a very kick-ass website) via Ms. Magazine:
Back in 1964, those "good" old days before Roe v. Wade, Gerri Santoro was the mother of two daughters, and recently estranged from her abusive husband. For whatever reason, Gerri met another man, Clyde Dixon, and (gasp!) had sex with him. She became pregnant. Fearful of what her husband would do to her if he returned to town and learned she was pregnant by another man, Gerry and Clyde decided that they had to terminate the pregnancy. By any means necessary. Of course, they couldn't afford to pay off some doctor in a nice hospital to do a purported D&C, as rich women could back then. Or hop on a plane and go to Mexico. Apparently, they couldn't afford even a back-alley abortionist (what--abortion being illegal didn't stop people from performing abortions???). No, these people were so poor, and so desperate, that they decided to do what far too many people in like circumstances saw as the only way. They decided to perform the abortion themselves. And they agonized over this decision so long, that Gerri was 6 1/2 months pregnant when they decided to take matters into their own hands.
Dixon acquired a medical book and equipment. They got a motel room, and he attempted to operate on her there. As expected, everything went completely wrong. Very quickly. Realizing he had made a mistake, realizing what could happen to him if he were there when Gerri died, Dixon fled the scene. She tried to stop the hemorraghing, but nothing worked. Here is how Gerri Santoro's life ended:

Yeah, that's caring about the sanctity of life. That's saving the unborn. How many lives were saved that day? I'll give the anti-abortionists a hint: - 2. That's a minus sign out there in front. Meaning less than zero. Not having access to safe, legal abortions took two lives that day, rather than the only one the anti-abortionists care about. An unborn child and the mother of two living children were both dead. And this is what the anti-abortionists want us to see again.
Gerri Santoro isn't an anomaly from the illegal abortion days. She happened all the time. I defy anyone reading this to see if he can find a septic ward in a big-city hospital today (good luck). Ask any of the nurses or doctors still practicing from those days about those chambers of horrors. They can tell things that will make anybody want to find a rope for Ralph Reed, pronto. My mother is one of those who was there, working the septic wards. She LOVES to tell you anti-abortionists ALL about them.
"But people will adopt!" the anti-abortionists cry. Uh huh. We used to have lots of places known as orphanages. Forgot about those, didn't you, anti-abortionists? Where do the anti-abortionists think those kids came from to fill them up, huh? Orphanages are still around, but they certainly aren't as prevalent as they were in 1964. On a wintery day in 1979, my mother drove me past the largest orphanage in Dallas, almost deserted by then, and she told me that there used to be children playing everywhere, children who weren't wanted, weren't loved, but places like that were already becoming a thing of the past. And maybe that was a good thing. I have never forgotten that moment, nor what she was trying to teach me.
Mothers dying (along with their unborn children), septic wards, and overflowing orphanages are what we face if abortion becomes illegal again. We cannot save people from themselves when lust overtakes them, but we don't have to compound that mistake with more Gerri Santoros. The process is so simple, but nobody on the anti-abortion side is willing to heed it:
1) This one will surprise the anti-abortionists for being my first recommendation, but I sincerely believe in it: Have family-friendly policies and economic opportunity for all that makes having a child an attractive option. Hint to the anti-abortionists: Your "allies" in the Republican party aren't doing those things. Quite the opposite.
2) Give people access to realistic sex education and safe, inexpensive birth control.
3) Understand that NO birth control method is 100% effective, not even abstinence. What, rapists or pedophiles CARE if a female intends to wait until she's married to have sex? They care if you, anti-abortionist female, choose to have sex only when you want to reproduce? GROW UP.
4) Since no birth control method is 100%, make sure abortion is safe and legal.
5) Get over the fact that women have sex, married or not, which is the crux of this issue. George Carlin was right: It's not about saving lives; it's about controlling women. And if they're stupid and get pregnant, forcing them to have a child is not an acceptable punishment. Do we really want people thinking that children are a punishment, when children deserve so much more?
If we do all of these things, abortions still won't go away, but we won't have so many of them. Even if we do have some despite all those measures, at least we are far less likely to face another Gerri Santoro. Does anyone here want to be her children? Her partner? Or how about her mother:

I doubt if Gerri's mom is still around, but, if she is, I'd like for you anti-abortionists to tell her that her daughter didn't deserve a safe, legal abortion. Tell her that her daughter didn't have any reason to take the risk she did, when she was certain that her husband would kill her (and her unborn child) anyway. Go ahead. Tell that grieving mother that. I dare you.
Compassionate conservatism, my ass.









