At this particular moment, I actually am a bit weary in the
physical sense, but my soul feels far more weight than my body. Why?
I’m tired of abortion. Not of fighting it, no, we cannot
even imagine giving up that battle. Far too much depends on it. Yet I’m
disgusted, all the same, that as a society we have functionally condone such a
terrible slaughter of human life for a staggering 40 years now. This mass
killing has been allowed to endure ten times the length of the Holocaust and
claimed countless more. Yet the land of the free and the brave goes on,
seemingly oblivious to the blood on its hands.
I was reading The
Brothers Karamazov with a friend recently, and she pointed out an eerie
similarity between Ivan’s critique of religion and the ignorant attacks of
those liberals who marginalize and disregard this issue:
“I want to forgive, and I want to embrace, I don’t want more
suffering. And if the suffering of children goes to make up the sum of
suffering needed to buy truth, then I assert beforehand that the whole of truth
is not worth such a price.”
Even the cold, atheistic Ivan understood the utmost value of
innocent life, and he also understood that humanity would do anything to
rationalize away such value if it precluded their way of life.
This brings me to the fundamental problem I have with the
life debate—it’s never about life.
The rational calculus of the liberal mind (9 times out of
10) will never give more than a momentary consideration to the potentiality of
life. Doing so would leave the possibility open that their entire position is flawed, and they won’t dare to get close.
Instead, the logical implications of life are ignored, and end-all, be-all
question comes down to the “choice of the woman.” This decision-making is basic
and nothing new—when colored people, Jews, homosexuals, etc. are rendered
inhuman, then any act of violence against them is justified by the simplest of
conveniences.
Only in rare circumstances will
the question of life ever come to life, but usually these lines of discussion
pan out in a similar method of ignorance and denial. I do believe, however,
that there is an ever growing strain of Peter Singers—those on the Left who
finally have come to grips with the consequences of their thought, and seeing
such evil face to face, embrace it for its surety and continue, no longer
blind, down the road to destruction. These we should not fear so much—it is
their acceptance by those still in the middle, murky mess of ideology that
should concern us. Nothing is more powerful in a media-driven culture than
normality, and as the progressive cause moves ever more into darkness, so too
does the “center” of the political spectrum. This is what tires me, how we’ve
allowed the slide to go on silently, ever reliant on the assumption that the
world would wake up, all by itself, should they cross THAT line.
I think we’ve come far enough to
realize that assumption is nothing more than a weapon the enemy is using
against us.
So yes I’m tired. Not exasperated,
but tired nonetheless. Tired of the shoddy way humanity treats reason and her
offspring. Tired of the senseless way we’ve thrown away life, not merely over
the past 40 years, but long before that.
But it’s ok.
I’m ready to wake up to something
better.
