I’m giving an attention-seeker her wish, only because ignoring her would be worse.
A woman named Emily chose to have an abortion and to make a now-viral video of the procedure, to show the world that it’s really not so bad. It’s actually “super great,” in her words. She’s 25, she’s an abortion counselor, and she had the abortion committed in “her” clinic, “feeling the love from everyone in the room.”
“I remember breathing and humming through it like I was giving birth. I know that sounds weird, but to me, this was as birth-like as it could be. It will always be a special memory for me. I still have my sonogram, and if my apartment were to catch fire, it would be the first thing I’d grab.”
Oh, and the camera position for the video? Focused on her face. Exterminated children are just too unsightly.
My son spent two tours in Iraq during his Army hitch. I spent a lot of time praying for his safe return. Over time, I began to realize that “safe return” was a concept to be handled with care. Which is worse: to go to war and come back maimed in body or spirit, or come back unharmed and emotionally untouched, as if nothing had ever happened? A sobering thought for a mother. I was lucky – or rather, my son was lucky. He’s home again, healthy, but he will never forget he was a man in a war zone. I’m pretty sure humanity looks different to him now.
It chills me to think what kind of person could live through the horrors of war and come through untouched. There’s something wrong with being able to experience horror and then shake it off. Learn to live with the memory, adapt, come to terms, yes. But act as if it never happened? That’s the work of a dead soul.
I see the same thing at work in Emily’s video – and no, I will not link to it; you can find it easily enough. She chose to arrange to have her child killed. “Super great,” she says. And she even keeps the sonogram photo, as though it were shells from a Sanibel island vacation.
She’ll be glad all her days to have that photo. I believe, though, that it will come to mean more to her than it does now.
I pray for Emily this Mother’s Day. In the angry and well-chosen words of columnist Christine M. Flowers, I feel “mourning sickness.” Can’t we do better for each other than say “super great!” when we ought to be mourning together?
I have to give some credit to this woman who is obviously a shrewd media strategist, getting her own name and face into the spotlight while promoting her pro-abortion beliefs and giving a plug for her business as well. Quite the triple. It all hangs on paying no attention to what’s happening just out of camera range: an unwanted child being killed in a hygienic manner, with mom “feeling the love.” Dead baby, dead souls. Haunted yet?