Last week a friend stayed with me, and while she was here, a cut on her leg became infected, so I drove her to a nearby clinic. I saw a troubling slice of life while waiting in the lobby. The door to the examination rooms opened and I looked up from my book to see if it was my friend. It wasn’t; it was an attractive young woman with an unhappy expression. The doctor or medic, whatever, was right behind her. He said, “Good luck,” before the door closed on him. The young woman didn’t answer. She crossed the waiting room without a word. Just as she got to the door, she burst into tears.
It’s possible that she hadn’t just been informed that she had an unplanned pregnancy, but that certainly seems like the obvious explanation, doesn’t it? I wasn’t able to concentrate on my book after that. I was thinking that probably she’ll end up having an abortion, because clearly her life is not set up for having children, and in this admittedly fleeting moment she didn’t seem particularly optimistic that her boyfriend would do the right thing and marry her. Assuming it was a boyfriend and not a one-night stand!
It’s things like this that make me hate the sin of abortion far more than the sinner. Oh, I haven’t the slightest sympathy for women who routinely have sex with men who haven’t made commitments to them or who don’t even try to take precautions. Most of the pro-choice people I know who I like and respect are people who would never have abortions except in the exceptional cases even pro-lifers often concede (rape, severely deformed baby, life of the mother - I would allow the latter two of those), because they would never be irresponsible enough to have sex without birth control. The easy availability of birth control makes nonmedical abortion pretty much inexcusable. There are an awful lot of sluts out there who just don’t care about killing their babies, though. That there are over a million abortions in America every year confirms this. But there’s an awful lot of middle ground. In high school and in my early 20’s, I observed that a lot of very responsible young heterosexuals would nonetheless take the most appalling risks when it came to sex. Otherwise sensible young hets do incredibly dumb things as their hormones demand that they exchange DNA. The way that poor girl in the clinic burst into tears inclines me to believe that she’s in that vast gray area.
Until my friend emerged, I couldn’t stop thinking about that girl. I expect she went home and spent the rest of the day crying, probably telling her friends about it all. Her friends likely had to help her come to terms with having to kill an innocent baby, probably trotting out the usual lies about “it’s just tissue” and other such crap, necessary in order to steel the girl to do what she has to not to wreck her own life and sentence the child to a dismal one. And no doubt within a few days the baby would be executed for the relatively small crime of its parents and the vast crimes of society. And the same scenario is doubtless being played out by hundreds of women all over the country this very week, and has been thousands of times before. No, millions.
Because if not for decades of Sexual Revolution propaganda, that poor silly girl would have been very unlikely to have sex with a man she wasn’t married to. She seemed to be unmarried, and she didn’t want to get pregnant, and yet she had sex. What on earth did she expect to happen? The Sexual Revolution tries to sweep reproduction aside as if it were an irrelevant detail, so much so that even adults who are perfectly aware of the facts of life nonetheless seem genuinely surprised when pregnancy results from sex. She’s been told all her life - all of us have - that sexual enjoyment is a sovereign right and only fascists would deny it to us. That there’s no reason not to have all the sex you want, with no limits or commitment or anything. When consequences like babies and venereal diseases insist on happening anyway, hardly anyone dares to suggest that just maybe, joining sex to commitment wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
In any past era, there would have been all kinds of social pressures on her to wait for marriage. These pressures would have been applied to all the other young women as well, so getting a boyfriend without putting out wouldn’t have been the nigh-impossible task it is (outside very religious circles) today. He would have understood that if he wanted the milk, he’d have to buy the cow.
Instead, society left this silly young woman completely on her own, at the mercy of her hormones and her desire for companionship, as if a girl in her 20’s is going to soberly reflect on the cost of premarital sex and resist her hormones and the pressures of conformity all by herself.
The end result of all the Sexual Revolution propaganda and pressure is that this poor silly girl spent a day crying and a baby probably got put to death. Oh, and the girl is going to have to live with the psychological consequences of her action, because hardly anyone believes the lies about abortion in their hearts. Virtually all women end up feeling guilty about it. I know one woman who hated children but had five of them in atonement for a youthful abortion.
So here we have the reality of sexual freedom. As we can see, it made this girl very happy indeed.
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