Let me tell you, this has been a fucking RIDE. And it’s not over yet. Every day I get new messages in my inbox, new reblogs on my posts. Every day, those notifications make me nervous. And EVERY SINGLE DAY my nervousness is found to be unfounded. For every single message I have received on or off anon about how I am a (insert horrifying and totally unfounded derogatory noun here), there have been, literally, a dozen messages asking me if I’m okay, offering me an ear to listen, telling me to stand by my guns, telling me I’m justified, telling me that my decision does not define me. For every reblog that is smattered with pictures of dismembered fetuses of various species, there are two dozen more, saying “Fuck off!” “Leave her alone!” and much stronger phrases, or silently bringing my story to their page to show their followers, “This is not a scary thing.”
I am overwhelmed, entirely. And not by them. Not by the people trying to break me down. By US. By fucking prochoice tumblr. I keep getting messages in my inbox to the tune of “You’re so strong! And it’s so great that you’re staying strong!” And I love those messages. They make me feel good. But I’m just a little girl in her twenties who made a decision. It was WE who raised the money. It was WE who spread the word and brought people to me to share their abortion stories, to take away the unknown aspect. It was WE who fought back the assholes. WE are strong. So, to everybody who wants to know how I’m doing: I’m fucking phenomenal. I’m ecstatic. I’m loved. I’m protected. And you guys did it.
“I keep getting messages in my inbox to the tune of “You’re so strong! And it’s so great that you’re staying strong!” And I love those messages.”
“So, to everybody who wants to know how I’m doing: I’m fucking phenomenal. I’m ecstatic. I’m loved. I’m protected. And you guys did it.”
Take yourself back to 1930′s Germany. There were millions of Germans who banded together under the ideology that their lives mattered more than others. They encouraged and supported each other in this sadistic belief, ushering in the greatest mass killing of innocent humans the world had ever known. It’s easy to imagine the guards at Auschwitz revalidating themselves after a hard day’s killing, patting each other on the back for the choices they made.
When you strip away the euphemisms used to obfuscate the reality of what abortion is, you are left with the raw and disturbing truth that innocent humans are being slaughtered on a mass scale, eclipsing even the number killed by the Germans under the Third Reich. Interestingly, the atrocities committed by the Germans were legal under German law at the time, just like the atrocity of abortion is today. Regardless of what the law states, it’s clear that the Germans were murdering humans at the time, just like you murdered your son.
You may roll your eyes and dismiss my remarks as the misguided interpretations of a zealot, but I can assure you that abortion will someday be looked back upon with the same disgust and revulsion as the Holocaust is today. History will not be kind to you.
“Truth is often hard to swallow, so we rest in comfortable lies and delusions.” — Dorothy Anne Seese