By Dave Andrusko
As we noted earlier today, there is a rush of pro-life legislation in the United States House and Senate. It’s hard not to be excited–and who would not want to be thrilled by the occasion?
The measures (along with one introduced last month) bring together a panoply of issues–from banning a ghastly abortion technique, to requiring abortionists to treat a baby who survives an abortion in the same manner as those babies who are spontaneously born prematurely, to protecting unborn children who are at least 20 weeks beyond fertilization who have the capacity to experience excruciating pain during typical abortion procedures, to ending the half-billion dollar annual dole to Planned Parenthood.
This all-court press reminded me of what’s at stake–of how in the face of all this brutality there are abortionists and their apologists in the popular press who are capable not only of muffling their own consciences but of going to the opposite extreme: telling themselves they are performing a kind of community service for which they ought to be applauded, indeed lauded.
I have reposted a story I wrote back in 2009. In it I critique what a then Newsweek reporter wrote about LeRoy Carhart, who unapologetically specializes in late, late abortions. As you will read, it was love fest.
Here I would briefly like to mention a side-bar the reporter, Sarah Kliff, wrote about visiting Carhart’s abortion clinic in Omaha, Nebraska, as a way of gathering background for her celebratory profile. The title is “Watching My First Abortion.”
Two quick points. First, Kliff convinces herself that by not being ‘judgmental’ yet still having “difficulty understanding my own reaction–both relieved to have watched a minimally invasive surgery and distressed by the emotionality of the process”–she has threaded the needle. Of course she had done nothing of the sort.
She saw “only” first trimester abortions through a window from another room. What she saw was a “suction machine [which] made a slight rumbling sound, a pinkish fluid flowed through the tube, and, faster than I’d expected, it was over.” Poof “it” (the baby) is gone.
Had she gotten close to these women–or watched Carhart abort a massive late second or third trimester baby–I’m guessing her nonchalant conclusion would have been a great deal more troubled. Something about little arms and recognizable legs will do that to you.
Second, Kliff wrote
When I returned from Omaha, friends and colleagues wanted to know if I had “done it.” When I said I had, their reactions surprised me. Friends who supported legal abortion bristled slightly when I told them where I’d been and what I’d watched. Acquaintances at a party looked a bit regretful to have asked about my most recent assignment. The majority of Americans support Roe v. Wade’s protection of abortion, about 68 percent as of May. But my experience (among an admittedly small, largely pro-choice sample set) found a general discomfort when confronted with abortion as a physical reality, not a political idea. Americans may support abortion rights, but even 40 years after Roe, we don’t talk about it like other medical procedures.”
Well, abortion is not “like other medical procedures,” no matter how loud or how often proponents insist it is. And as for the reaction of her “largely pro-choice sample set,” it’s not terribly surprising.
The Abortion Industry and the men and women who staff it have made their own separate peace. That often comes at a price, as we have written about on many occasions.
But for outsiders, it’s one thing to be “pro-choice.” Depending on how candid Kliff was, it’s an altogether other thing to hear about what takes place when the “products of conception” are emptied out of a woman.
At that juncture the reassuring gibberish about “choice” runs headlong into the grim reality that each abortion kills a baby, often maims a woman, and always takes a chunk out of the souls of everyone making a living at the abortion clinic.