January 22nd, Again.

Will I live to see this day as a shameful memory instead of an ever-present horror? I hate and dread this day.

"We hold these truths to be self-evident..."

That's the problem here, isn't it? We're talking about self-evident truth. Of course the thing a person is pregnant with is a person. What else would it be? I remember in Freshman philosophy brooding over the principle that the one thing of which a person cannot be convinced is a self-evident truth. Because cleaving to it isn't a matter of reason but of the will.

"...that all men are created equal..."

So weirdly prescient that the forefathers wrote "created" and not "born". Maybe not weird. The truth is, that men aren't born equal. We are born into privelege or tribulation. But what matters is that we all start as sacred. We are created sacred. It's the foundational belief that underlies everything else Americans believe. The Bill of Rights can be understood as "rules for how sacred beings should be treated."

"...endowed by the Creator with certain unalienable rights. Among these are life..."

Again, isn't it weird that they stipulated the right to life as the first right of these beings that are created sacred? It's so chillingly self-condemnatory that we Americans have had to ignore that particular flavor of language to have our abortion. We aren't just selfish like other aborting nations. We're hypocritical too.

Lincoln said slavery wouldn't end until a drop of blood had been shed in sacrifice for every drop of blood that had been exacted under the slaveholder's lash.

Lord, have mercy.