What abortion doctor Kermit Gosnell had been doing in Philadelphia is making all who care to listen to the gruesome details more than just a little sick in the stomach. How could this have happened anytime, anywhere as a part of the unfolding of the human race? How could this have happened in America, in the city that birthed our constitution; the city that's named after "brotherly love?"
We all gasp at the details of Gosnell and employees allegedly snipping the spinal cords and killing fetuses in the womb and babies who had just been born. "Babies just being born" seems to produce the loudest gasps. Let's ask why. What do you say we keep asking why until answers are made as clear and articulate as possible from abortion rights advocates?
Since this trial is grabbing the nation's heads by the hair and forcing us to look at blood and death and the snipping of innocence squarely at what it is, there's now absolutely no justification for any thinking, feeling soul alive who's learned these details also not to face the mother of all questions regarding human life, reproductive rights, and the choice of terminating pregnancies. This is the question of what justifies any demarcation--any warranted dividing lines--between which heart we may legally stop before God and before human law and which we may not. What makes a baby breathing outside the womb worthy of snip protection, while another, inside the warm water of the feeding womb, unworthy?
Politicians of various American states have stroked their chins and voted a collective confusion of snip-worthiness with "man's measurements," such as 24 weeks in one state, a particular trimester in another. We, of course, who have come of age, attempt to hide the naked arbitrariness of such measurements by sewing together our fig leaves of "science." Kermitt Gosnell is a scientist--credentials, smock, and lots of tools to do science with. Some legislators have determined snip-worthiness based on which stages and proceedures present too great of a risk to the mother's health. Nature, it seems, labors to outwit science, at least for now. But science will relentlessly find the right concoctions for inducement, chemicals for detachment, and instruments for delicate peeling and prying that will put maternal health risk in the history books. Our current understanding of what it means to be human will become mere history as well.
We embarrass ourselves with how this demarcation of abortion worthiness is so will-of-the-wisp. There is nothing, however, that is ambiguous about when these little bloody lives will be terminated. It's at a decisive point in time and at an eternally hallowed place where such a little thing gets touched by the tools of science.
"Science." "Rights." "Laws." These little ones have not been allowed to grow into any comprehension of such things. If they've been able to comprehend any significant idea at all, it's the idea that they are not wanted. But the very last idea they possibly encounter is their babyish puzzlement over What exactly is that foreign object coming after them? Too bad they'd never grown to be able to appreciate the thing that killed them-- science.
As arrogant as I can be sometimes, I know I'm not the first to raise such questions. Just let me remind you to watch how people squirm when asked to justify any demarcation of fetal development. When do abortionists have to put down their "medical" instruments and just let the thing grow? Let's take the tiny tweezers of intricate logic to any answers abortion advocates might give. Let them squirm about it until, some day, the little ones in the womb squirm no more. And the only tool they're concerned with is their own little suckable thumbs.
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