I had an odd and rather disappointing conversation with a friend (and fellow chronic illness warrior), whose current views left me shocked (and saddened, too, if I’m totally honest). We, like most of world, were discussing the effects of the overturning of Roe v. Wade—specifically, the state of Ohio refusing healthcare services to a 10-year-old rape victim.
“I don’t understand the kind of mind or heart that forces a child to birth the offspring of her rapist”, I said. “The Supreme Court is there to interpret the law, not to shove their beliefs down everyone else’s throats; especially when doing so victimizes someone who has already been abused.”
My friend, whom I believed I knew well (but I was obviously mistaken), said, “I’ve always been pro-choice and pro-law. It is good when those in power have morals. I’m happy the law is finally reminding certain women that they can’t go around killing babies.”
I just stared at her, convinced she had just made a distasteful joke. When no laughter followed her statement, I asked, “Are you serious? Really, really serious?”
“Everyone should be serious about this”, she told me. “What if the baby some woman aborts was part of god’s plan to make our world better, to right wrongs. These kinds of things aren’t always as clear cut as we want them to be. We should remember that—”
“Never mind,” I said to her. “I don’t think I can have this conversation with anyone who implies that their god’s plan for world betterment can involve rape and be okay.”
She didn’t stop talking. For some reason, she felt the need to waste time explaining to me that her ‘god works in mysterious ways’. I just shook my head, picked up my blackout poetry book, and started crafting a piece about this particular bit of madness.
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #35: Hope.