How to convince someone to be pro-choice. Or better yet, how to convince someone to be pro-abortion:
Get them addicted to crack.
Consequently, crack numbs their value of life over death by making fuzzy that line between reality and their next high. This allows them to see murder in a justified light, if the chips fall in your favor.
No, not all abortion advocates rode the train to Pro-Choice Town by smoking a rock. But their mindsets are similar and they both reached the not-so-equilibrium of murder on their terms. This is the crux of the pro-choice argument. If someone feels it’s okay to murder their baby, then it should be okay.
I watched “The Fighter” the other day and was blown away by the performances. Producer Mark Wahlberg is a daily Mass, Latin Mass Catholic who generously funds the Church and programs in his hometown. Though many of you know that, it’s a surprise to others considering the number of F-bombs dropped in each of his productions. He knows what he’s doing, you’ll see.
Christian Bale‘s performance, in particular, really drove home the character of a crack-addicted, family man who selfishly fools his mother into believing he’s still her little boy even after he spends two weeks in a crack house, high as a kite.
I was so fascinated by the idea of gangs of people who do nothing but work toward their next fix, either by stealing, prostitution, or get-rich-quick schemes, that I found the documentary portrayed in the Hollywood version of this true life story. The Wahlberg film showed an HBO film crew following around the older brother of Mark Wahlberg’s boxer character. It turns out this HBO flick was a special on the effect of crack cocaine on a small town and its inhabitants on a community and an individual level.
I couldn’t resist finding and watching the documentary that same night. It was like watching a turtle take the first few steps toward a busy highway. I could follow the patterns, see the monotonous progression, and witness the determination of these folks to spend their lives getting high, but I could also see where they were headed. These addicts couldn’t hear the oncoming cars over the call of the pipe.
Three of the most conversely pro-life moments I have ever witnessed in my life stood out (minute 10:25 through 13:55; and 34:22 through 36:31; and 37:11 through 39:25).
One woman, Brenda, who speaks as if she’s a sociologist explaining the habitat of the addicts seconds before taking a drag on her homemade crack pipe, turned to prostitution to pay for her habit. Her strange, sexual business partners opt for “safe sex,” but the man who loves her (and his crack pipe and dirty needles) doesn’t like condoms. She gets pregnant and states that it is time for an abortion.
How do you convince someone to be pro-life?
Let them watch a 20-year-addicted, toothless woman breakdown her confidence in her “right-to-choose” as a trigger for the memory of her first abortion. Her mother forced her to have an abortion as a 15-year-old and Brenda sobbed about her intense emotional pain, dealing with the fact that she “murdered her baby.”
Later she explains the procedure she chose for the abortion before she was to have it, saying the doctor would inject saline and she’d go into labor. If the “baby” were to “come out alive,” they’d have to “resuscitate it.” They’d have to keep the baby alive, she explained to her family. They advised her to go through with the abortion and to “leave it up to God” (minute 37:11 through 39:25).
This woman understood very well what abortion meant to her unborn child. She often stated that she knew what life with a crack-addicted mother would look like for her unborn child. The latter justified the former.
She could call it a fetus, but it wouldn’t change her definition of murder. She was willing to make her choice knowing she was choosing legal murder.
Brenda disappeared before the end of the filming, but the police told her boyfriend that she cleaned up, had the baby, and did not want to be found. My heart broke for this child, conceived almost 20 years ago, throughout the documentary and when I heard that I prayed that he or she felt the Grace of his or her life everyday.
And this is why Barbara Nicolosi‘s chapter in Hallie Lord‘s book, Sex, Style, and Substance, hit me so deeply. We have spent so much time carving out our own little world of Christian-specific music, films, entertainment, and books that we have deemed the outside versions leprous. Keeping our distance with some media is, of course, essential.
However, lest we forget, this “secular” world evolved this way by entertaining, enlightening, compelling, and talking their way into a takeover of the media.
How can we expect to influence it if we hold the not-with-a-ten-foot-pole standard of interacting with “Hollywood?” Moreover, how can we expect to find more creative ways of witnessing if we don’t partake in the industry, or at least carefully watch a movie or TV show?
A crack-addicted “liberated” woman who was ready to choose death for her child taught me more about what it means to be pro-life than most other pro-life efforts have thus far. What else have we missed?
[author] [author_image timthumb=’on’]http://www.ignitumtoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Elizabeth-Hillgrove-e1313149855558.jpg[/author_image] [author_info]Elizabeth Hillgrove is a young cradle Catholic who grew up in a tight-knit, if not absurdly close family in the tiny Catholic world of Virginia. After a few divots and detours into apathy, embarrassment, and a vested political interest, Jesus Christ jump-started her faith life. Elizabeth has researched her way into a passion for bringing the simple, fulfilling Truth to youth and young adults, especially females. A recovering tomboy, Elizabeth will challenge you on the field, in the pool, on a trek up a mountain, or in the art studio. Game on. She is one of the three Bright Maidens and her website is Startling the Day.[/author_info] [/author]
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