By Dave Andrusko
Abortionist Willie Parker
It’s no exaggeration in the slightest to observe that itinerant late-term abortionist Willie Parker is a publicity hound. Not that he needs a lot of encouragement.
He checks off almost all the boxes for sycophantic reporters. He is an African-American, so he trumps every criticism and assumes the high moral ground by telling us that he “comes from a heritage of people who know what it’s like to have your life controlled by somebody else.”
Parker tells us he is a Christian, who had his own road to Damascus in reverse. As Ana Marie Cox told us in an unctuous New York Times Magazine profile, Parker’s “conversion” is from “someone who, for religious reasons, didn’t want to provide abortion” to becoming a high volume practicing abortionist who flies into a location and takes the lives of up to 45 babies in a single day.
It gets worse. If you read the interview with Cox , lopping off the heads and crushing the torsos of tiny babies clearly allowed Parker to overcome a kind of paralysis. What do I mean?
That becoming an abortionist was a kind of second, second birth: “It felt as life-altering for me to move from being unable to do abortions to being able to do them as it did to move from being a nonbeliever to becoming a believer.”
Take that all you crazy Christians who oppose abortion!
Which brings us to his latest attention-grabbing ploy. He wrote an op-ed that appeared yesterday in the Huffington Post under the headline, “Anti-Choice Activists Want You To Hate Abortion Providers Like Me.”
What provoked this extended exercise in self-pity? The new movie about convicted murderer Kermit Gosnell, “Gosnell: the Trial of America’s Biggest Serial Killer.”
The purpose of Parker’s entire post (beyond congratulating himself for his wonderfulness yet again) is to divert attention from what Gosnell actually did. And to whom. Thousands and thousands of times.
Rather, we’re told, “The film seems designed to arouse outrage against doctors who provide safe and legal abortion care.”
Please.
The film is designed to alert the public to the atrocities of a man who made millions off of the misery of poor women of color. It is designed to inform the public that Gosnell couldn’t have murdered hundreds of full or nearly full-term babies without the assistance of the Abortion Industry and the entire local and state medical bureaucracy and two pro-abortion governors.
It is designed to remove late-term abortions from behind the wholly dishonest, sanctimonious shadow of “We kill huge, fully formed babies only for women carrying babies with deadly anomalies.”
Finally, the film is designed (as Christine Flowers wrote) to remind us
Gosnell killed several women, who died of sepsis or other complications because of his unsanitary, almost medieval practices, but he killed legions of babies. And we have to call them babies, we cannot hide behind the sterile word “fetus,” which makes those who cling desperately to legalized abortion feel as if they are only doing some gardening or disposing of unwanted trash when they talk about “termination.” These are babies, Gosnell killed babies, and we need to continue to say that, over, and over, and over again.