Those of us in the pro-life movement often claim that we live in a
"culture of death." But most of us don't believe it. Not really. We may
use the phrase as a rhetorical tool, but deep in our hearts we think
that our family, friends, and neighbors wouldn't knowingly kill another
human being.
We convince ourselves that they simply don't realize what they're
doing. If only they could see—and honestly look at—the ultrasound
pictures of an unborn child. If only we could convince them that what
they consider a "clump of cells" is a person. If only they knew it was a
human life they were destroying. If they only knew, they wouldn't—they couldn't—continue to support abortion.
But they do know. And the abortions continue. Not because we live in a culture of death but because we live in a culture of me.
A prime example is Amy Richards, an abortion rights advocate who has
worked with Planned Parenthood, as well as a co-founder of a feminist
organization, the Third Wave Foundation, which has financed abortions.
On the website Makers -- an initiative of PBS and AOL that shares
stories from women -- Richards talks about having a selection reduction
when she learned she was carrying triplets, and the uproar her story
caused. Continue at Joe Carter
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