More Black Babies Killed In New York Than Born
by Christine Pasciuti
The mere word triggers such differing emotional and personal
responses across a landscape of vast ideologies, religious persuasions and
experiences.
Abortion. Whether we are adamantly opposed, indifferent, radically
for it, or cringe in remembrance of a painful decision of our own once upon a
time, the word almost never passes through our consciences without leaving its
personal calling card.
We hear the term used almost daily in the news, in advertising,
among family and friends, and in secret conversations between confidants. And
no matter how many times the scientific community tries to assure us—whether in
the classroom, the abortion clinic, or in our minds—we’re never really 100
percent certain—are we?—that an aborted pregnancy is “not a baby” or “not a
life”, or that it’s absolutely ok and even proper to choose termination if we
didn’t intend to get pregnant, and have no desire or means to care for the
child.
But once we leave the clinic, no longer pregnant, why is there
often such a nagging sense of guilt and sadness that overcomes so many of us?
Why do so many women who go through with an abortion experience depression and
remorse afterwards? Studies have shown this to be the case, yet we
don’t want to acknowledge that we’re one of “those” who are unable to cope with
their decision.
No, we’re strong and we did the right thing, we try to convince
ourselves, while privately swallowing our own shame and doubt. And, we get even
better at it as time goes on, when we decide one more time, that abortion is
the best birth control method for us. In fact, after a few times, it becomes
easier and easier to just head on back to the clinic, where we are welcomed
with open arms, and comforted by friendly staff as they lead us down the hall
to the procedure room. With the last remaining few butterflies in our gut
rebuffed, we hold our chins up and go… nothing to it anymore, right?
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