For some reason I really thought this would get more response than it has. Something about the image of a woman already heart broken by one of the most difficult choices she will ever have to make being forced to undergo an invasive ultra sound seems like it might disprove the rights unbelievably transparent insistence they are not basically abusing women over this issue. But it seems to have gone unnoticed. Perhaps because it was in comments, perhaps because there is nothing to say in their defense. But there it is.
I don’t want to have to do this at all,” I told her. “I’m doing this to prevent my baby’s suffering. I don’t want another sonogram when I’ve already had two today. I don’t want to hear a description of the life I’m about to end. Please,” I said, “I can’t take any more pain.” I confess that I don’t know why I said that. I knew it was fait accompli. The counselor could no more change the government requirement than I could. Yet here was a superfluous layer of torment piled upon an already horrific day, and I wanted this woman to know it.
Why is it that a collection of white religious males have the idea in their heads that this is an issue they need to define morally? Why is it that they have so little intelligence, empathy, and understanding that they have decided that these poor stupid women just can’t possibly be making a moral choice and so they have to be treated like children, and forced to “see what it os they are doing” as if they didn’t already. Do they honestly think that as a collection of men they know better the impact of the choice being made than the women who are actually carrying a potential life? Just how arrogant can people be?
“I’m so sorry that I have to do this,” the doctor told us, “but if I don’t, I can lose my license.” Before he could even start to describe our baby, I began to sob until I could barely breathe. Somewhere, a nurse cranked up the volume on a radio, allowing the inane pronouncements of a DJ to dull the doctor’s voice. Still, despite the noise, I heard him. His unwelcome words echoed off sterile walls while I, trapped on a bed, my feet in stirrups, twisted away from his voice.
“Here I see a well-developed diaphragm and here I see four healthy chambers of the heart…”
I closed my eyes and waited for it to end, as one waits for the car to stop rolling at the end of a terrible accident.
When the description was finally over, the doctor held up a script and said he was legally obliged to read me information provided by the state. It was about the health dangers of having an abortion, the risks of infection or hemorrhage, the potential for infertility and my increased chance of getting breast cancer.
…and to top off the ignorance, arrogance, and moralizing, they then legally force doctors to lie to the woman about long debunked breast cancer scares.
Lying to women, about their health, in order to really rub salt in the wounds over an already difficult choice. I would call the men doing this “bastards” but the word just doesn’t carry the weight I need for what is being done.
Many people have insisted this is not “war on women” and i think that they may be right. War can sometimes involve rules, treaties, and conventions. It can involve heroism and good causes. It might even sometimes be necessary.
This is not war. This is just pure evil.