“It’s good to walk with people but sometimes go alone. That way,” he said, “you can always stop and listen at the right time.”
A man who assisted in autopsies in a big urban hospital, starting in the mid-1950s, describes the many deaths from botched abortions that he saw. “The deaths stopped overnight in 1973.” He never saw another in the 18 years before he retired. “That,” he says, “ought to tell people something about keeping abortion legal.
Never forget: Roe v. Wade wasn’t the beginning of abortion in America. It was the beginning of the end of illegal abortions. If you haven’t read this piece before, I highly recommend it.
Slate: Why don’t you just get admitting privileges at a local hospital and comply with the new law?
Minto: They won’t have me. They are religiously affiliated. So you know, Jesus.
Many of these bans theorize about when a fetus can feel pain, but what about the real pain my son would have experienced every day of his life? Because as unimaginable as our choice once felt, I made it precisely because I imagined watching, helpless, as he suffered for however long the doctors would have been able to keep a heart “incompatible with life” beating. I imagined enduring as he underwent major bleeds, compromised organ function, developmental delays, and additional surgeries to treat additional complications, only to lose him, very likely long before he was old enough to understand what it was that was happening. It’s hard for me to believe that anyone, knowing what I now know, would make me bring a baby into the world for such an end.
Tell me, where does pro-life stop and start? Does pro-life stop when a child is born?