It is a sad state of affairs when you see the majority of your peers melting down over a decision that virtually impacts none of them in the way they think it does over the so called “right” to kill an unborn child. It pains me to hear from fellow Americans how they think they are in danger because Roe is gone. I do have sympathy for them because they have been misled and lied to for fifty years into thinking that abortion was the only way. Somewhere after it being a fail safe in extreme cases, “safe, legal, and rare,” when the abortion activists decided that it was important to “shout your abortion,” we lost something. The importance of motherhood and fatherhood in life. We have for so long tied abortion to womanhood to the point where it has become something that young girls are taught to believe it is something they NEED on demand at any time.
About two years ago now I was celebrating Thanksgiving break with some former coworkers at my old summer job where the topic of abortion suddenly arose. To this point, I had considered myself pro-life after 12 weeks like most European countries, with a variety of exceptions obviously. But then, one of the women present decided to make the claim that changed what I thought.
“I want to let my boyfriend hit it raw and then get an abortion late-term just to own the pro-lifers.”
I sat silent not wanting to speak up. It was obvious a few others were uncomfortable, but a few agreed wholeheartedly. My stomach churned and I felt sick. How could someone be so evil? Willing to kill a part of them as a political gesture? What would the father think? The entire situation was disgusting. I went home and told my mother what had happened and she nearly cried. It was a marking point in my pro-life evolution. This way of thinking had to stop. The culture of death had to change.
So when the draft opinion released. I danced and cheered not just because a few hundred thousand children would see life, but because hopefully one day the sacrament of abortion will stop being seen as a contraception and once again as a fail safe, last-resort option in extreme circumstances. I prayed that that woman who made that claim would one day know the joy of bringing a child into the world that would not know the horror we have brought upon this world. I prayed that many women would see the error of their me-first lifestyle that has led to so much pain in my generation, and that the men chasing short-term gratification in sexual exploits will see the responsibilities they would one day have to burden. My generation needed something that made them realize the hardships of life exist, and that murdering a child in pursuit of the perfect life is not the moral path. That a career can be achieved along with parenthood. I’ve seen it firsthand!
I celebrate the Dobbs decision, as we all should. Hopefully this can moderate our culture back down to “safe, legal, and rare,” where most parents take responsibility for their actions. The conservative movement has achieved its greatest goal, but the work doesn’t stop. We cannot take this moment for granted. These harpies will stop at nothing until Roe is returned. We can and will succeed again even if another fifty years passes before we do. We’re winning, they’re fucking pissed about it, and it’s only just begun.