by Reita S.
Grad school brings a lot of challenges. One of the greatest for me is the encroachment on my free time by conferences, guest lectures, and other school-related activities, which has drastically limited the amount of time I have been able to devote to uOSFL. But, unwilling to fall ‘out of the loop’, I was recently reading through the archives of Pro-Woman Pro-Life. I encourage all readers to follow this blog, as it offers an enlightened feminist persepective on life issues.
One of the great posts I missed linked to the essay “The Street of Dead Fetuses” by William Gairdner. I am not familiar with Mr. Gairdner’s other works, or with his personal philosophies, nor can I speak to their content. But I think that all readers will enjoy this moving approach to the sense of injustice and apathy with which the abortion industry coats the death of children. Please read this excellent piece of writing.
“Aborted fetuses that weigh one pound or less are incinerated. Those weighing over one pound are buried at the city cemetery. He says this. Now you see. It is orderly. It is sensible. The world is not mad. This is still a civilized society.
“There is no more. You turn to leave. Outside on the street, men are talking things over, reassuring each other that the right thing is being done. But just this once, you know it isn’t. You saw, and you know.
“And you know, too, that the Street of the Dead Fetuses will be wherever you go. You are part of its history now, its legend. It has laid claim upon you so that you cannot entirely leave it – not ever.”