In 1973, when abortion became the “law of the land” by judicial fiat, pro-lifers warned that one day it would lead to infanticide. “Get real!” abortion proponents retorted:
“Do you mean you really can’t tell the difference between a collection of cells and a newborn squalling and kicking its arms and legs?”
Sure, there’s a huge difference: They don’t look the same, just as a newborn and an adult look different, though all three have exactly the same genetic code. What advocates of the unborn were saying was that the same logic used to justify killing in the womb can be used to justify killing outside the womb.
One day is today.
In New York State, Governor Andrew Cuomo (a fascist who once said that extreme conservatives “have no place” in the New York Reich) signed a bill allowing abortion up to the moment of birth.
Virginia Governor and minstrel show performer Ralph Northam rationalized leaving a newborn to die on the operating table unless the mother and her abortionist decide to save it.
Senate Democrats have repeatedly blocked a vote on a “born-alive” bill, which would simply require the physician present at a botched abortion to provide the same level of care mandated in any other delivery.
Democratic politicians, especially candidates for the party’s presidential nomination, are involved in a bidding war to see who can be the most insanely “pro-choice.”
- “I support post-viability abortion.”
- “Wait, I support abortion up to the moment of birth.”
- “That’s nothing; I support abortion as the baby is being born — after it’s been born, if letting it live would somehow endanger the woman’s health or well-being.
- “I’ll defend every penny of Planned Parenthood funding, even if some clinics sell the parts of aborted children.” Waste not want not.
- “I’ll fight to the death any Supreme Court nominee who won’t pledge allegiance to the sacred precepts of Roe v. Wade.
And on and on and on.
But the logic was there at the start: A human being isn’t human if we don’t want it to be human. Once you except that premise, the Pandora’s Box swings open and a four-lane highway to Hell emerges. The malformed die. The handicapped die. The unwanted die. The inconvenient die.
In “Judgement at Nuremberg,” about the trial of the Nazi judges, there’s a scene where the American prosecutor shows a film taken after the liberation of Dachau.
At the end of the movie, one of the German judges named Ernst Janning, a famous jurist who remained on the bench after the Nazis came to power in hopes of ameliorating the worst of the system, powerfully played by Burt Lancaster, asks U.S. Judge Dan Haywood (played by Spencer Tracy), to come to his cell.
“Judge Haywood… the reason I asked you to come: Those people, those millions of people… I never knew it would come to that. You must believe it, you must believe it!”
“Herr Janning, it ‘came to that’ the first time you sentenced a man to death you knew to be innocent.”
Infanticide? The first time we allowed legalized abortion in this country – the first time we sanctioned the death of an innocent child — that’s when it came to that.
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