I wonder how you’d feel at an abortion rally as a young girl, hanging out with your mom who was determined to show you that the only reason you were alive is that she happened to be having one of her ‘non-crazy’ days when she decided to give birth to you, but that it would have been totally cool if she’d decided to have your head ripped off in the womb by a trained professional, instead.
But who knows? Maybe this ‘daughter’ she speaks of is not really a precise analogy to herself, since she never made the decision to give birth to her, as far as I know. Her ‘daughter’ is the adopted child of Sally and her lesbian partner. They’re taking care of her for the moment, or at least until they get tired of her, or the laws in her state are finally changed back so that such a thing isn’t legal any more. After all, there’s a reason why most people have an issue with adopting out their baby son to be raised by two gay dudes. Or their little girl to be raised by women who really like – you know – girls. So, maybe, compared to all that, going to the abortion rally isn’t quite so traumatic for this girl? Let’s hope.
Live Action News had a really good recent piece that responded to Sally Kohn’s article in the Daily Beast entitled: “Abortion Access for All Our Daughters.” Sally seems to like that word. Daughters. I don’t know for sure if she really knows what that word means. For one thing, I don’t think it’s as optional or portable as Sally thinks that it is. A daughter, to me, is someone who has a father, in some acknowledged sense, whether he’s around or not. And a daughter is someone you never have to decide whether to kill or not. That part doesn’t really enter my definition. And, you know, if it ever DID enter my decision-making process for a daughter of mine, during a moment of complete insanity, it certainly wouldn’t be something I was compelled to explain to my daughter to the point of forcing her to attend pro-infant-daughter murder rallies.
Cross-Posted at PoliNation.