Okay, I want to mention right off the bat that I am not “afraid” of the V-word. I am very happy to be a woman and glad to embrace everything that being a woman entails. I consider myself to be a well-balanced individual with a realization that my sexual nature is only one component of what makes me who I am. It is also a part of myself that I choose to keep private. That does mean I am repressed or embarrassed; in fact, I think it makes me a mature, healthy adult. And I don’t say the V-word because I don’t like to be vulgar or offensive. Why do I say this? Please read on.
In case you haven’t heard about it, there was a blow-up in the Michigan legislature last week over a proposed bill (which was overwhelmingly passed!) to protect women getting abortions, as well as to outlaw the killing of unborn children over 20 weeks. A legislator named Lisa Brown got up and began talking about her Jewish faith and the customs that she follows, such as using different plates for different foods. Then she asked, “I have not asked you to adopt and adhere to my religious beliefs. Why are you asking me to adopt yours?“
Well, this was confusing in and of itself, since nothing that was being proposed had anything to do with religion. The bill contained some measures to insure that women getting abortions were fully protected from being coercion, that clinics had to adhere to tougher regulations for the protection of patients, and the banning of both webcam abortions and on abortions of babies over 20 weeks. There was, however, nothing at all proposed which had anything even remotely to do with ultrasounds. Please keep this in mind as I proceed.
After Ms. Brown was finished expounding on her Jewish faith, she continued on with this statement: “And finally Mr. Speaker, I’m flattered that you are so interested in my vagina, but ‘no’ means ‘no’.” To which most of the elected officials (at least those taking this discussion of life and death matters seriously) had to shake their heads and think, “What in the world is this woman talking about?” Because, seriously, she was being ludicrous. In fact, the Speaker found her remarks so out of line and tasteless, that he censored her and prohibited her from speaking for one day.
(In case you are confused, and I can see where you would be, pro-abortion advocates have been attempting to compare early vaginal ultrasounds with rape. They claim that when states make it mandatory for a woman to see an ultrasound before her abortion, that is equal to a man attacking her and forcing himself upon her. So, to the best I can understand it, Ms. Brown was somehow trying to bring the whole rape issue to the forefront in Michigan, even though they were not discussing ultrasound. Hence the comment, “no means no.” Got it? Me neither.)
Of course, pro-abortion forces love it when they can take the focus off of unborn children and onto some convoluted way that they are being “violated” instead. In this case, Lisa Brown began to declare loud and long that the reason she was being censured was not because she was totally out of line (as well as very confusing) but because she used the sacred V-word. According to her, the men in the chamber could not handle that word being uttered.
Suddenly there was a large mob of women on the steps of the legislature, all holding vulgar signs talking about how men are afraid to have them mention their private parts by name (as if that means anything except that they are gentlemen.) And, to add to all that, there was a full-blown production of a disturbing little play called “The Vagina Monologues.” Of course, this whole idiotic affair blows up into one of the biggest news events of the week.
Seriously, I do not understand this adult fixation with body parts. I thought that was something we were supposed to leave behind when we left adolescence. How is a group of adult women talking about their body parts any better than men talking about their’s? If the roles were reversed and it was a play about the prominent male sex organ, wouldn’t they have been dragged away under obscenity charges? (And rightfully so?)
However, it was a comment made by Eve Ensler, the author of the play mentioned above, that really brought the issue to the forefront. She told the Associated Press: “If we ever knew deep in our hearts that the issue about abortion… was not really about fetuses and babies, but really men’s terror of women’s sexuality and power, I think it’s fully evidenced here.” What, by a make-believe situation that was totally misconstrued and taken out of context? By a women, an elected official, who was trying to be “clever,” but was actually out of line and got a slap on the wrist? This would be laughingly ridiculous if it did not impact the lives of millions of innocent children. And, besides, it isn’t funny: at most it is sadly pathetic!
Tragically, I know that crowd was full of women who have themselves aborted children and are spending their lives trying to justify their actions. It was also filled with individuals whose lives are empty and are trying to find fulfillment in all the wrong ways. There were probably even victims of abuse. Sadly, some of them do truly believe that pro-lifers are attacking them and their rights, but nothing could be further from the truth.
Abortion is about tiny little boys and girls being denied a chance at life. PERIOD! It is about us as human beings thinking we have the right to decide who should be born and who should not. Pro-lifers are not concerned with controlling anyone. They are simply trying to protect innocent unborn life.
I fully expect more and more histrionic demonstrations as the abortion battle heats up. Those who support abortion know that as long as the focus is on life in the womb, they are doomed to failure. In order to succeed, they have to make it a battle against women. Pray for them. Pray for us. They need Jesus. We need the killing to stop!
Keeping it true! Barb