Wednesday, February 1, 2017

A Little Lady

Let us speak of a sweet spring evening over 4 decades ago, in a large hospital in a major U.S. city, say Denver, where the staff of the ER takes a  call from the EMS crew in the field that they are bringing in a female adolescent who is hemorrhaging – we will call her Little Lady.  Upon being received in the Emergency Bay it is immediately determined that she is unresponsive due to blood loss and cannot be stabilized nor her hemorrhaging stopped outside of the OR.  Accordingly, Little Lady is taken to surgery where she is found to have sustained a hole in the wall of her uterus and uterine artery.  An emergency, partial abdominal hysterectomy is performed – leaving her Fallopian tubes and ovaries intact – to save her life.  She is taken to the ICU post op where she remains unresponsive. Some days later it is determined that she is in, what we would call today, a persistent vegetative state.  Little Lady is transferred to a nursing home to live out her “life.”  Within the year she dies, covered with bed sores and still unable to respond to her grieving parents.

Little Lady’s back-story isn’t unusual for that time. It is simply this, she “falls” pregnant – pay attention to the language, it matters.  The sperm donor, for he can be called nothing else, refuses to take any responsibility. Why should he, no one can prove “it is his.”  So, our Little Lady goes with two friends, savings from her part-time job in hand, to a butcher working out of a garage in Downtown Denver who will help her “out of trouble.” The “doctor” must have known what he did when he punctured the uterine wall and artery.  He must have, because he took the time to pack her uterus and vagina with dirty oil rags before sending her home to bleed out.  He knew also that he would be gone before the door closed behind her; she wouldn’t fare well without medical attention; no one would look very hard for him and no one “could prove he killed her.”

When Little Lady arrives home, she goes to bed pleading a headache. Mom with the instincts of an excellent parent checks on her once or twice. The last time she finds her lying in a pool of blood that is soaking through the rags and onto her sheet.  You know the rest.

The understanding that Little Lady would have survived today because her abortion would have been safe and clean, doesn’t seem to resonate with the Ryans, McConnells, their idiot president or the arrogant bastard he drug out of Colorado Conservatism to nominate for the Supreme Court.   They would never have the guts to admit what really lies behind their phony Christianity and lame moral superiority, although Trump came close.  They would never say, what I surmise they believe that Little Lady deserved what she got.  She had sex without permission of their miserable moral order.  She got “knocked up” all on her own.  The boy isn’t culpably; boys will be boys.  Remember that all boys want to marry a virgin, even if they don’t mind screwing the asses off of 266 before they find one.  The 266 deserve what they get – butchers, dirty hands, piss filled alleys, oil rags, coat hangers and knitting needles. 

Are we going to stand for this shit again? Can any of us look at a girl or woman in our lives and not say, HELL NO? We must rally around a woman’s right to exercise her health care options in a safe and clean environment.  This filthy, stinking patriarchy, its perverted misogynistic God and hatred of women must not condemn another Little Lady to death.  We must rally around our sisters’ rights as we have rallied around our LGBTQ brothers and sister and our Muslim brothers and sisters.  We must fight.  It is a matter of life and death.  Abortion isn’t going away. Safe abortion is at risk of being taken away.


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