"You f@#$ sick!", she said loudly. I turned in the direction of the voice. "You f@#$ sick!" She said it again with such vengeance in her voice.
Who is she talking to? As I am trying to figure this out, a man holding a big poster of gross, bloody looking figure which resembled a head of a human being connected to an umbilical cord is walking towards me. He is wearing a patient smile. His hand is stretched out and he is holding a flyer. Does he expect me to take the flyer from him? He says, "Pro Life". He says it in such a tone that leaves no doubt; he believes that I am Pro Life.
I have to make up my mind quickly. Am I "Pro Life" or "Pro Choice"? Take the d#@$ flyer and walk away from all this, I say to myself. But, I can't just take the flyer for the sake of it.
I don't hear the young, angry voice of the girl any more. Has she left the scene?
He is now closer. He smiles. I smile back. But, my hand stays firmly at my side. He walks passed me and I continue my way to catch the street car.
Am I Pro Choice, then? The answer, as I think about this on the street car, is more complicated than a simple, "Yes".
Coincidentally, the young girl is riding the street car with me. She seems very angry. She must be Pro Choice.
But, isn't that an irresponsible way out of a situation that could have been avoided to begin with?
I believe advocating choice or life is not the right solution to the problem. Those who coined the term and formed the movement, created a rift between us. Taking the life of an unwanted child is not any better than giving life to it and abandoning it in this world.
If reason dominated, neither us nor our dependents would need to be in the situation to decide whether they are "Pro Choice" or "Pro Life".
On this, I choose to abstain.
1 comment:
Good read :-)...
I know precaution is better than cure. But the world is not as perfect as we did like it to be my friend...
I am not sure about my prefs either, hoping to walk into you soon in the aisles :D.
see u soon!
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