The pro-life movement was my introduction to the conservative movement before I even knew a conservative movement existed. I don’t remember ever being told that abortion was wrong, but eight-year old logic rationalized that abortion = killing a baby, and killing babies = wrong. Abortion stops a beating heart. Any other act that stops a beating heart is considered murder or manslaughter. Abortion should not be an exception.
Both my father and aunt were adopted as newborns, and it is chilling to think that the choice of my father’s birthmother could have eventually prevented my birth. Abortion destroys generations; how many other potential Christine Rousselles were never given the chance to live because their fathers were aborted?
Every year, there are about 1.2 million abortions in the United States, which means that 1.2 million babies are killed before they are born. In comparison, the “leading” cause of death in the United States, heart disease, kills about half that amount each year. About one out of every four pregnancies ends in abortion. At least a quarter of my generation died before they were even born. This is incredibly upsetting, and I think it’s a dangerous sign of how the American culture is throwing personal responsibility out the window. A full 97% of abortions are done for matters of convenience: less than three percent of all abortions are the result of rape, incest, fetal deformity, or danger to the mother’s health, the oft-cited “legitimate” reasons for abortion.
My generation is the first generation to be born to parents who grew up with Roe v. Wade. My mother was nine years old when Roe was decided. Abortion has been a legal end to pregnancies for nearly 39 years. It’s acceptable. It’s not shameful anymore. It’s something they grew up with.
To peacefully protest the deaths of a quarter of our generation, 55 of my classmates joined the approximately 300,000-400,000 people at the March for Life on January 25, 2013 in Washington, DC. The March for Life is a peaceful show of solidarity among those who believe that life begins at conception and that no human has the right to take that away. The March itself is short (from the National Mall to the Supreme Court), but the sheer amount of people there makes the message clear: we support life, and we’re tired of seeing innocent babies be killed. It’s a powerful message to those watching the March, and the feeling of being with hundreds of thousands of people who agree with you is indescribable.
For me, being pro-life had nothing to do with religion. I didn’t even realize the pro-life movement was directly connected to the Catholic Church until I was a junior in high school. Instead, being pro-life to me meant that I wanted to speak for those who were literally without a voice: the unborn.
The tide is turning. Our generation realizes the horror that a quarter of our potential friends were never born. For the first time ever, more Americans identify as pro-life rather than pro-choice. Advances in ultrasounds completely dispel the lie that abortion destroys a “clump of cells” or “tissue.” A drop through the birth canal isn’t a magical transformation from non-human to person. That makes no sense. A baby before it’s born looks like a baby and acts like a baby (sucks thumb, kicks, etc.). To call it anything else is a denial of science and a denial of fact.
You will not silence my message. You will stop killing my generation.
Christine Rousselle | Providence College | @CRousselle