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.
Resist!
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