Representative Debbie Wasserman-Schultz
(D-FL) wished Roe v. Wade a happy 41st birthday on January 22, 2014
because of her “commitment to protecting women’s rights.” On that same day the NARAL website invited
people to “celebrate” the Roe v. Wade decision handed down by the Supreme Court on January 22, 1973
giving women the “right to privacy”, and thus an invented right to exercise the “choice” to abort their unborn
child. Ilyse Hogue, president of NARAL
Pro-Choice America, on the same website that day advocated for “pro-choice” values and attacked the “hypocrisy”
of the “anti-choice” movement. On that day, the barbarians celebrated their "right" to child sacrifice.
Since January 22, 1973 there have been
approximately 55,000,000 abortions in this country. Necrometrics.com, a website which lists
approximate casualties from some of the more infamous genocides of the 20th
century, reveals the following sobering comparison. The genocides that occurred under Stalin in
Russia, the Holocaust under Hitler, the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia, in Bosnia,
Darfur, Rwanda, and Somalia, erased the lives of nearly 30,000,000 people. If present trends continue, this year we will
have destroyed by legal abortion the lives of twice the number of human beings destroyed in the
20th century by some of the greatest monsters in history. And we will do so in the name of “freedom”
and “reproductive rights.” How is this
something to celebrate?
When numbers are too great they overwhelm and
their impact is, unfortunately, lessened.
The brilliant director, Steven Spielberg, in the 1993 film “Schindler’s
List” recognized this. I will never
forget the tool he used to personalize the horror of the holocaust. In a movie filmed in black and white,
Spielberg colored the dress of one little girl red. While hordes of prisoners were transported
and ordered about, your eye was continually caught by, and following, that
little red dress. It was a disturbing
but powerful way to remind us all that there were 13,000,000 individual victims to the horrors of
Hitler’s genocide.
Over 55,000,000 individuals have been robbed
of the gift of life. They have been
sacrificed on altars of convenience and
economics and embarrassment. Because
their lives were never allowed to extend beyond their mother’s womb, their tiny
voices have never been heard, their stories never told. What might have been had they been allowed to
live will always remain just that.
Every January 22nd has an intensely
personal meaning to me. You see, my wife
and I were blessed with a son born to an unwed mother. He was born on January 22, 1983, exactly ten
years after the Roe v. Wade decision was handed down. His mother was a nineteen year old college
student living in Las Cruces, NM. Her
boyfriend refused to acknowledge parentage.
Like millions of others, she could have decided to kill our son. Roe v. Wade had handed her that legal
right. We would never have known had she
done so. His brief life and death would
be just another statistic on a gruesome chart.
Thank God, she decided to allow her baby, our son, to live.
Adam has blessed our lives for thirty one
years. He’s a plumber with a sweet wife
and two darling children, a little boy and a little girl. He’s hardworking, funny, loves to hunt, and
loves his wife and babies in a way that will touch your heart.
I will always be grateful to the young woman
who spared his life. I can’t imagine our
lives without his as a part of them. His
mother unselfishly made the choice to allow him to live. I can’t put into words what that means; or
the horror of imagining if she had chosen to destroy him, as have so many.
What rests in the hearts of those who would celebrate
death? What lurks in the minds of those
who glory in word games designed to dehumanize a human being? How can they celebrate as a triumph the
deaths of millions of unborn children?
I genuinely don’t understand. But I will always be grateful for those
women of courage, who, under difficult circumstances, choose life. May they be lauded and blessed for their
choice.
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