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Friday Life

FridayLife is a weekly opinion column which appears on the ProLife NZ blog every Friday morning.

Earlier this week I came across a blog run by a group of staunch pro-abortionists, many of whom appear to have actually, at one time or another, been paid workers in abortion clinics (think of the seedy clinic from Juno).

They call themselves ‘abortioneers’ – I guess this verbal gymnastic is meant to be an attempt at glamorizing and legitimizing the cold brutality of killing unborn persons and risking harm to their mothers in the process.

Late last week one of the regular contributors to that blog posted what I think is a very telling, and actually quite a tragic, insight into the mindset of someone who has earned a living via the nasty ugliness of abortion, and who now continues to aid that evil in a voluntary service capacity.

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The author starts by discussing how, in her experience, paid abortion workers often form little communities to support each other in their work as the practitioners of death on demand.

Reading her sentiments I couldn’t help but think of the movie Good, and how the main character in that film had become totally blinded to the true reality of the vile evil that was happening around him, and more importantly, to the fact that he had actually become complicit in that grave evil.

I would also suggest that all people of goodwill should be extremely concerned with statements such as:

“I also think it is because we are like a group of soldiers serving in this war we wage (reproductive access for all!), and the best way to process our PTSD is together.”

Obviously the implicit violence of the sentiments expressed here is troubling, I mean, who exactly are the enemies in this ‘war’ that these abortionists wage – are the unborn babies enemies to be destroyed, or are those who choose life the enemies while the innocent unborn babies are merely collateral damage?

What I found most intriguing was the second part of this statement referring to the effects of working in the abortion industry as ‘PSTD”, or post traumatic stress disorder.

Even if such a sentiment is mere hyperbole (and at face value it appears to be just that) surely the use of PTSD is an interesting choice of metaphor that points to something deeper, something not admitted, something gnawing away at the conscience of these people who participate in the abortion industry, much like a group of SS officers gathering together to process the the ‘PSTD’ of their work in a Nazi concentration camp.

I don’t know of too many gall bladder surgeons or people who work in eye clinics who need to gather together and form inward focused little communities in order to process their daily work activities, and support each other through these.

Surely such support is only necessary when one is engaged in the type of work that normal people don’t like to talk about, let alone even think is happening in pristinely painted white buildings in their cities.

The whole tone of this article betrays a totally flawed understanding of what true compassion and charity is really truly all about.

Actively participating in, or helping to facilitate, the death of another innocent human being is never an act of charity or compassion, even if you do use compassionate descriptors when talking of that act.

Just consider the highly charged and emotive language of martyrdom being used here in an attempt to sell the idea that aiding in an abortion is actually a compassionate, charitable and even heroic thing to do…

“While I love the opportunity to host women, every time I host I am opening my home up to the unknown. I am directly confronted with abortion in my personal safe haven. I recognize how vulnerable I am by bringing women into my self-created refuge. Most women are scared and alone and vulnerable themselves and I risk my own emotional well-being every time I answer that call from our Phone Coordinator telling me that a woman needs a place to stay for a night or two.”

If they could speak for themselves, I wonder what the unborn victims of abortion would say to this blogger?

Somehow I doubt they’d be apologizing for causing inconvenience and emotional disturbance to those who helped to bring about their unjust death rather than showing true compassion to them and their mothers by doing everything in their power to provide practical and emotional support to women in crisis-pregnancy.

As the Elliot Institute’s latest promotion so aptly puts it…

“Extremely distressed, tears streaming down my face, stifling the sobs that were now coming, I signed the papers [at the abortion clinic]… Alone, in a strange place, I was in a crisis situation, obviously distressed… a box of Kleenex was the extent of the counsel I received.”

No; offering a pregnant mother an abortion isn’t even close to an act of charity or compassion, and even suggestions of such offers being misguided and deluded charity start to ring hollow when you realize that the people promoting this ‘compassionate’ solution are earning money by carrying out this solution.

This is the true reality of the culture of death, which doesn’t just claim innocent human beings as its victims but also conscience, sound reason and willingness to accept the true reality of the actions we are engaged in.

Just consider how different, and how truly tragic and horrifying, the final sentences from our Abortioneer blogger become when ‘abortion’ is substituted with another but equally as accurate noun…

“I literally have brought [killing] home. Into my serenity, my peace, my den of cleanliness and order.

I think about how [killing] is now a part of the most personal and private arena of my life. I can’t leave the clinic or say goodbye to coworkers at a happy hour and escape [killing] by heading home. My home has welcomed [killing].”

In the now famous words of Albert Speer, Adolf Hitler’s chief architect and former Minister of Armaments and War Production for the Third Reich:

“One seldom recognizes the devil when he has his hand on your shoulder.”

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