Mon Dec 12, 2011 - 7:06 pm EST
‘I like my blackened fetus with rice and beans’: the snobbery of the pro-abort movement
December 12, 2011 (LifeSiteNews.com) - Perhaps I was too naively raised on Tolkien, Lewis, and all the rest, but as a child I took for granted these two truths: That a man would have enemies and that his enemies would be frightening. He would, I assumed, have to muster up some semblance of courage to fight them.
It is with surprise - and a vague disappointment, even - that, while I certainly find an enemy in the pro-abortion movement, their most striking characteristic turns out to be not frightfulness, but snobbery.
The pro-abortion movement represents an aristocracy far before they represent any coherent ideology. They’ve devolved into such a desperate spiral of inside jokes, memes, slogans and bitter rants that the average human being is immediately excluded from their ranks. The current tactic of Planned Parenthood and Co. is not to fight the culture wars, but to remain so out of touch with humanity that their opponents are embarrassed into submission. It is not a battle plan, it is a pose.
This was painfully illustrated by the pro-abortion movement’s defense of Nicola Moore, a traveling abortionist who wears a troll mask (in fairness it could be an orc mask, or a severely-malformed-old-man mask) to avoid identification. Her name and face were revealed by the pro-life group Operation Rescue, who were promptly denounced as ‘anti-choice terrorists’ by the feminist website Jezebel for their actions.
So caught up was Jezebel in their lofty denouncement of pro-lifers as “homicidal weirdos” and “gun-toting ... activists” that they missed the most ridiculously obvious problem with the whole situation: the woman was dressed as a troll. So engrossed were they in their own elitism, they could not understand the most simple, human desire to unmask the devil. They could not even begin to fathom a natural disinclination towards orcs. To which the only response is laughter, and mild pity, for these elitists have never read a fairy tale.
Or take, if you will, the odd protest against laws requiring women view ultrasound pictures before an abortion. The logic behind these laws has always seemed to me sensible to the point of redundancy, like being shown the bottom of a cliff before you jump, or what is inside a house before you demolish it. Some say the fetus is a human life. Others say it is a blob of cells. The average member of the human family, nay, the most uninvolved, unconcerned bystander in the universe would say, “Look and see.”
But the pro-abortion aristocracy cannot understand the simplicity of the commoners. And thus Kelcie McCrae, the editor-in-chief at North Carolina A & T’s paper, in her attack on these laws, writes that “having an abortion was one of the hardest things one of my closest friends has ever done, and to imagine looking at the ultrasound moments before the procedure, according to her, would have been unbearable.”
The pro-abortion movement’s attack on ultrasound laws are the raison d’etre of ultrasound laws. The question never answered is why such a thing would be unbearable. Clearly, for the same reason that demolishing a house would be unbearable after seeing a child in its upstairs window! Only a man entirely out of touch with human reason would argue, “Therefore do not look through the windows.” Most Americans support these ultrasound laws, according to a recent Gallup poll, and the pro-abortion movement, true to form, resists most Americans.
This rejection of the sensibleness of the common people is prevalent in the language of the pro-abortion movement. It is not so much nasty as it is isolating. One need not spend a good deal of time flicking back and forth between pro-life outlets and pro-abortion outlets to see the difference in conversation. Particularly striking from the pro-abortion side is the current inside-joke on eating fetuses. As a commenter on the previously mentioned Jezebel article put it, “Mmmm I like my blackened fetus with rice and beans…”
What perhaps began as a hyperbolic method of displaying the belief of a lack of humanity in the fetus - I can only hope there was a method to the madness - has spiraled into a bland offensiveness, a obligatorily told joke that speaks the following message: we are above and beyond such human concerns as decency. This was struck home to me when the first result I came across searching for ‘pro-abortion forums’ was the recommendation to “...do it like they did back in the times of discount abortions and punch her in the stomach really hard…. Relives built up tension and get rid of the ‘little s**t’.”
I print these messages not out of a blithe desire to reveal the offensiveness bred whenever abortion advocates are granted the anonymity of the Internet, but to point out a simple truth: These vulgarities are pathetic. They are not arguments, or even challenges. They are sneers. They don’t revel in reason, they wallow in the ability to embarrass and offend.
The fight we are fighting is not one of arguments or rational complaints. We are fighting against an aristocracy that believes itself beyond reproach. We are fighting against the culture of death, truly, for this is ideological suicide. What else can we say of an ideology whose members converse in such foul, isolating terms, who defend the indefensible, and who have forsaken common sense for uncommon nonsense? What man of decency would throw in his lot with such an aristocracy? It is true, I am disappointed by the lack of fight my enemies offer. But I will remain content watching them destroy themselves.