The culture of death has overtaken Europe. And I’m not even talking about abortion. Of course, there are abortions, but there is another menace plaguing these lands besides the will to, despite other alternatives, proceed with terminating a pregnancy. I am talking about the looming cloud of despair, of existential nihilism. This is death, and it is infecting hospitals.
Today, I was tabling on campus when someone approached me and called me an anti-choice troll. This got me thinking, “Am I an anti-choice troll?” Anti-choice in modern culture is a stance against the pro-choice argument of “abortion should remain legal.” If that is your definition of anti-choice, then yes, I am anti-choice. But that term “anti-choice” (or, in my head, “without a choice”) stuck with me.
On this 45th anniversary of Roe v. Wade, I have a few reflections:
There’s no doubt that the Supreme Court decision was a monumental moment in history.
Since 1973, over 60 million people have died from abortion (this number does not include the mothers who lost their lives from botched surgical abortions). That’s 1/3 of our generation.
1/3 of our generation is gone. Forever. They are friendships we’ll never make, family members we’ll never meet, people we’ll never know.