By Dave Andrusko
We’ve purposely not written about the Satanic Temple’s lawsuit challenging Missouri’s law that requires a 72-hour waiting period before a woman has an abortion. On what grounds did they rush into state and federal courts? That the law violates their religious freedom–and, no, I am not kidding.
I don’t claim to understand how much of this is pure pranksterism, political theatre, and/or still another anti-life attempt to cloth death in the garb of an inverted “religion.” Whatever it was/is, it morphed into something truly evil in November.
As Jezebel, that hotbed of kooky abortion advocacy, tells us, that’s when Jex Blackmore, “the chapter director of the Satanic Temple Detroit and a national spokesperson for the organization,” became pregnant.
Anna Merlan quotes from an email Blackmore sent to Jezebel in late November:
“As you know over the past year The Satanic Temple has been invested finding creative ways to challenge oppressive reproductive rights legislation,” she wrote. “As someone who has been deeply involved in the planning and implementation of these projects, it’s surreal to suddenly be on the other side of the mirror—last week I discovered that I’m pregnant.”
What to do? Naturally–what else?–abort. But why waste, in a manner of speaking, this opportunity to turn her own chemically-induced abortion experience into a manual for other women? After all, there was such a “dearth of accounts written by women planning their own abortions.”
So, Merlan tells us, on November 14, Blackmore launched her blog, “Crisis Pregnancy Michigan.” She blogged the two weeks until she had her “medical abortion” on November 26.
Which, of course, was Thanksgiving Day.
That Blackmore, what a clever gal.
So why did she write about “the nuances of this experience”? To “help to demystify the termination process and provide support and encouragement to others.”
According to Merlan’s account, Blackmore focused on what are to her the unnecessary hoops she had to jump through before she could off her unborn kid. And, if we believe an admiring Merlan, Blackmore did it so well:
The entries are granularly detailed, elegantly written, and, as she intended, serve as a helpful guide for what other people could expect.
So the day of the abortion, lots of details about warm blankets and heating pads and pain killers and soft cats and anti-nausea medication and, of course, the Misoprostol.
Here’s her description of the final steps:
At three thirty I placed two pills against the left side of my cheek, and two pills against the right cheek, took one deep breath, and pressed play on John Carpenter’s They Live. The pills dissolved slowly into a paste of wet sawdust in my mouth. I lay there with swollen cheeks for forty minutes until I could wash away the remaining pill-goo from my gums.
Why They Live? The film is described in Wikipedia as “a 1988 American satirical science fiction action horror film written and directed by John Carpenter. The film stars Roddy Piper, Keith David and Meg Foster. It follows a nameless drifter (called ‘John Nada’ in the credits), who discovers the ruling class are in fact aliens concealing their appearance and manipulating people to spend money, breed, and accept the status quo with subliminal messages in mass media.”
Ah, yes, none of the alien-imposed status quo for the chapter director of the Satanic Temple Detroit.
The end of this bizarre account is drenched in unacknowledged irony. Darn if that chemical-abortion-leading-to-a-“miscarriage” doesn’t hurt like heck.
Blackmore can’t sleep. “Low, deep pains on my left side kept me awake. I’m still taking painkillers. I woke up frustrated that this is still happening.”
She writes that
My body aches. I have no energy. I’m sick of this.
She asks rhetorically, “Is it manageable?”
Of course, but I don’t want to “manage” my life. I want to live it.
The baby whose life she took would have liked to live hers as well.