A Vital and Overlooked Issue in Abortion Debate

What will happen to the unwanted children?

“Greetings! I am the voice of your yet to be born, unwanted children. Will you come play with me a short time? I’ve heard adults are very good at silly games.”

Let’s pretend to jump on the back of my friend Eagle, who has graciously offered her services today. Some people say we need to look at the whole picture rather than the parts. That’s her specialty, so hop on and we’ll soar up into the thermals. Whoops, that gust ripped off our blinders. That’s okay. Eagle says, “We won’t need them today.”

What a great lift off from the West Coast of the Un-United States. Look at all the pretty flames below. Why are those people running and the animals and birds fleeing too? Let’s veer in closer for a sec. Too much smoke down here, but we can see the problem now. Big fires devouring forests and homes in it’s path. I hope somebody can stop this…cough, cough.

Back in the lofty altitudes. Whew, I can breathe at last. What’s this? Here we go again. One distraction after another as Water rises with her message.

She’s powerful. I admire her ability to change the world. She’s churning right now. Floods, melting glaciers and massive pollution, making her choke on her own swallow. I guess she’s busy trying to carve her way through the wall of environmental ignorance.

Oh look, we’ve made good progress and are now hovering over the Un-Supreme Court building. My sight is suddenly blocked. Eagle explains how the steady mist of Delusion and Entitlement are obscuring the view. Wait a sec, I hear a chant coming from that region.

Oh yeah, it’s the latest American mantra and perpetual ear worm being broadcast from our Capitol Building. Loud and clear. We can hear it now.

“WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME?” To the narcissistic tune of ME ME ME!

Eagle has noted my distraction and rerouted us back to a closer glimpse of hungry children below. I’m curious, like most kids. I ask Eagle to show me more. Oh no, Eagle! I don’t want to see that and yet I must.

Small human expendables sleeping with knives under their pillows in unsafe homes, not their own. “How can this happen in America I protest, land of the free and home of the brave?” Maybe it’s not I ponder, as we zoom in over Texas and hear the furtive whispers of disturbed people ratting on their neighbors for a bounty.

We depart the Land of the Un-free and Home of many Cowards, setting sail across the Deep Blue.

Enough of this child’s play Eagle states. “You wanted to see the future of unwanted children. Take a good look at this.” This isn’t playtime after all.

Eagle becomes a ruthless teacher. She swoops down over mothers streaming away from war torn countries, no longer able to breast feed their infants from their malnourished bodies.

Eagle gains speed as we continue circumnavigating the globe. Now over China, she angles her wings to glide past large groups of young men competing for the scarce girls. “Female infanticide in the past generation,” Eagle explains. One child only legislation. Steering girls to foreign adoptions. Another short sighted debacle understood from our height.

She gives a shrill cry as we wing over Afghanistan. I can hardly bear the sights below. Women and children confined to their homes, living under extreme oppression. Yet, I must look.

I see a reality of unbearable suffering. Angry men killing and raping women and children. Humans lost in the abyss of their backward conditioning.

Journeying eastward, I see young girls bartered like goods in marriage to older, predatory men, using them for their reproductive capacity. Discarding them afterward, like the used objects they’ve become.

“Please, dear Eagle, I beg you. Take me back to Spirit where I may find balm for this deep wound.”

“You are a hardy soul and indeed have witnessed too much pain for your tender heart. Now you need return to Creation and do your magic from there. Spread the word to all Unborn Children. There is no home for the Unwanted here. Even the wanted ones feel anger at the offerings on their plates.”

We swoop back down to the ground where Eagle gently places me in lush moss beside a garden brimming with vibrant colors and healing aromas. “Rest your weary eyes Unborn Child. You possess more courage than many adults. I leave you in peace. Your mission is over today.”

This is a grim un-fairy tale. It’s one way I can describe the disturbance I feel as the abortion debate continues to be juggled between avaricious politicians seeking their next election platform.

Let me ask you, Brett Kavanaugh and Amy Coney Barrett. Exactly what kind of legislation are you going to create and install to subsidize the lives of unwanted children?

What if you are a raped teen who is forced to carry an unwanted pregnancy for nine long months? Do you think this woman-child will gladly take this infant into her arms. No, she will not and family often refuses to take on a child born of incest and rape as well. This child will be turned over to an orphanage or foster home.

How many of you politicians have ever entered an orphanage anywhere in the world? Have you talked with adults who grew up in the foster system? I have done both on my travels throughout the world over many years.

The orphanage we adopted our son from didn’t have enough funding to buy formula or diapers. Newborns were given kefir [yogurt] until they could eat mashed veggies. That was their diet. The staff had not been paid in four months due to government underfunding. It was only their moral conscience which kept them returning to work. Infants were covered in bedsores. There were too many for the weary staff to handle.

I know two people who grew up in foster care. One was 3 years old when she was whisked away by Social Services in front of her drunk mother. She had to numb herself before letting go of a child she couldn’t afford. Foster care is precarious and a good fit is hard to find.

What is going to happen to the children women will be forced to bear in Texas and other Dark Age states eager to jump on board? Who will be stepping up to offer the essential love and mirroring children need to develop their well being? Where are the necessary millions of adults willing to provide this service to children who are not their own offspring?

They’re down in the trenches trying to survive and get enough food on the table for their own family. This is where you could step up and truly demonstrate splendor Amy and Brett. Creating legislation to sustain the lives of the unwanted children soon to arrive.

When has any ongoing, effective program ever existed for children in need? One which tracks and supports struggling children from birth to age 18 and beyond? One supplying the psychological therapy unwanted children require. Many of them are afraid to take up space with their very breath?

How would you feel, Amy Coney Barrett, if your teen daughter told you she was sexually assaulted and impregnated? Would you force her to give birth, to honor your religious convictions? Or would you give that child up for adoption because your family couldn’t handle a living reminder of a violent transgression?

And you, over in the corner, Brett Kavanaugh. How about we develop legislation where vasectomies are mandatory after age 40? I’m sure men would like to bear some of the burden. And yes, that arbitrary age was pulled out of the clown’s hat, just like the timing of an embryo’s heartbeat.

Where are the politicians capable of stepping inside one, lone shoe of compassion for others? Can they even begin to comprehend the burdens upon others their misogynistic, patriarchal laws will now multiply?

Disturbing sights are vanquished from the entitled height of private schools, bountiful tables, luxury homes and top 1% lives. It’s taxing on the nerves to mingle with nitty gritty, daily grind, minimum wage workers.

Perhaps you haven’t looked out your polished windows and noticed there are quite a few other issues at the top of humanities priority list. Small things like restoring and learning to steward our environment. Does that concern you at all or are you planning to be first pick on Bezo’s rocket to Mars?

Oh, I get it now. You have not yet felt the flames burning below your pulpit. Even though they’ve reached the tips of your polished, Italian fine leather shoes.

Here is a vital fact for anyone who believes legislation can control a woman’s reproductive system. It’s impossible. A Universal Law, not a human law, grants us the free will to do as we wish with our own body. This is a human right as well as a Universal Law.

Women have always found ways to govern their reproduction system and will continue to do so. Underground abortion clinics will arise just like the Underground Railroad freed slaves. Women will learn how to midwife their own health. We are moving forward, not backward.

I’ve been protesting and marching for women’s rights and human equality since I graduated high school in 1969. Silly me. In those ancient times I thought humanity would be co-operating and respecting each other’s rights by now. We would be realizing the power of unity rather than the depletion of division.

If anyone attempts to suppress personal freedom and human rights, it will boomerang back instinctively and without remorse. Hold on to your fake cowboy hats Texas dudes. You’re in for a bucking ride and it won’t be happening in the rodeo.