by Sonia Mohammed
The pro-abortion organization (Students for Choice) on the UT campus was defunct until they decided to celebrate the 25th anniversary of the morally bankrupt Roe v. Wade decision. They organized last semester under a catchy new name, calling themselves "Voices for Choice".
"Celebrate Choice Week" started off with a movie screening of "If These Walls Could Talk". Naturally, the movie made for HBO was totally sympathetic with the pro-abortion cause. The presentation featured three stories of three women who lived in three different decades in the same house and obtained abortions.
Demi Moore stars in one of the stories as a slut who sleeps with her brother-in-law. She runs into his arms after her husband dies, and as a result conceives a child. But of course, poor emotionally distraught Demi "can't have this baby"...what will her mother-in-law think? And the neighbors? Heaven forbid that Demi take responsibility for fornicating! The scenario is set in the 1950's, back in the good 'ole days when babykilling was a crime, so Demi must seek an illegal abortion. She tries desperately to find an abortionist who will perform the procedure at a reasonable price, but she's unsuccessful. Determined to rid the baby herself, she takes a stitching needle and attempts to expel the fetus. While I sat there grimacing at the absolutely grotesque scene, I noticed tears rolling down the face of the person sitting next to me. Maybe a trip down memory lane for my neighbor, I thought to myself. Anyway, Demi screams in agony after this attempt to induce an abortion, and decides that she'll have to pay for an abortion, no matter what the cost.
Demi resorts to a shady character who does house calls. She's a bit nervous about his lack of credentials, but nonetheless lets him perform the abortion on her kitchen table. He leaves within what seems like less than ten minutes, and tells her that she'll be just fine The next scene shows Demi on the kitchen floor, sobbing in a pool of blood. She manages to call the hospital, breathless, and cries for help. By now, almost everyone in the audience (except for me) is bawling in sympathy for Demi. We are left to wonder what happens to poor Demi.
Another segment of the movie focuses on the life of an adulteress/ college student, Anne Heche, who sleeps with one of her professors, Craig T. Nelson. As an interesting side note, Heche is the real-life lesbian girlfriend of Ellen Degener(ate)es, and Nelson is known as Coach Hayden Fox on the show "Coach."
In this situation, the audience is told to sympathize with Heche, who seeks an abortion after Nelson explains that he already has a wife and children and can't handle the public embarrassment surrounding the illicit affair.
Heche's pro-life roommate, Jada Pinkett, objects when Heche gets drunk while carrying the child. Heche explains that Pinkett is not to worry about the fetus' health, because the fetus won't have any semblance of health after she takes her trip to the abortion mill. Pinkett is aghast at the thought of an abortion, and tries to prevent Heche from making a drastic mistake. Heche cries, "Can't you throw away your morals for just one minute!" This line in the movie captures the entire spirit of the pro-abortion mentality. When it comes to abortion, morality goes nowhere but down the drain. People forget their manners when an abortion is involved. It's a quick "fix" with infinitely poisonous emotional and physical repercussions
Pinkett forgets her morals too and accompanies Heche to an abortion clinic. Pinkett explains that although she doesn't approve, she's going to "support" her friend. Pro-life and pro-abortion demonstrators surround the clinic, arguing. The next scene shows the abortionist, Cher, inside the clinic, removing her bulletproof vest. Cher is terrified that her career aborting babies might come to an end if one of those disgusting pro-lifers takes aim at her, so she always wears the protective vest on her way to work.
Heche is on the operating table, ready to "go on with her life", when a young man, who is coincidentally one of the killers in the cult hit "Scream", opens fire and shoots and kills Cher. The movie comes to an end, and by now the members in the audience are passing around a box of tissues.
After the box of tissues is used, the so-called panel discussion begins. Technically, the event is not a "discussion", because that would involve differing viewpoints. Pro-abortion activists from around the city comprised this panel. Planned Parenthood board members and liberal "clergymen" and college professors discussed in great detail the strength in organization of pro-lifers nationwide and the need to combat them to protect abortion rights.
A male from the audience asked if it is true that medical students can opt out of abortion training, and if so, what the "rationale" could be behind this "atrocity." In response, the local Planned Parenthood leader expressed her disdain for medical students that wished to refrain from learning how to abort babies. "It's ridiculous," she lamented. "There's not one reason why they shouldn't go though this necessary training. It's a very basic procedure which all doctors should be familiar with." She continued, "There is no rationale behind opting out, that I can think of."
Since the lady from Planned Parenthood couldn't think of a reason why a medical student would possibly object to abortion training, Your Friendly Bombthrower offered one. "Could it be because some medical students might view an abortion to be morally reprehensible and the destruction of a human life?", I asked. "It's just a medical procedure," she replied.
Then the gay priest started talking about how Christians shouldn't judge, etc., when people decide to obtain abortions. I disliked him the most, because he was a disgrace to all men of the cloth. The subject of abortions based on the baby's sex arose. I asked the "priest" what he thought of the procedure being done because the baby wasn't the desired sex. He replied, "It is an issue that needs to be looked at." Looked at. Not condemned, but looked at. He didn't even have the spine to say that he condoned such abortions; he simply danced around the issue. I'm currently working on getting this man excommunicated from the Church.
My favorite panelist was the black college professor from Huston-Tillotson College. Her lack of knowledge about the subject matter and glaring inability to present cogent arguments made it clearly evident that she was a poster-child for affirmative action policies.
When a member of the press asked her for a definition of the term 'abortion', the lady replied, "The ending of life." I thought the rest of the panelists were going to collapse with anxiety as I reveled in the panelist's faux pas. When the black panelist was asked to repeat herself by an audience member who hadn't heard the response, the rest of the panelists quickly scrambled to provide a politically correct answer. Your Friendly Bombthrower couldn't resist this opportunity to point out the sheer stupidity of the black professor's comments. I answered the question (loudly). "She said that an abortion IS THE ENDING OF LIFE!"
As soon as I saw and heard the black panelist, I knew I had to bring up Margaret Sanger, the eugenicist who founded Planned Parenthood. I asked her what she thought of abortion's eugenic origins (that abortion was popularized to exterminate the "human weeds", referring to "blacks, Jews, and Slavs"). "But Margaret Sanger is dead now," she replied. Yeah, and so is Adolf, dummy!
A member from the audience responded to my comments. He said that although abortion may have had malicious origins, it is a "positive societal advancement."
The next day was literally very dark and gloomy. The skies were dark and gray, definitely not good weather for a "Celebrate Choice" rally. It occurred on the anniversary of Roe v. Wade, January 22. Featured guests included U.S. Congressman Lloyd Doggett and Cecile "Daughter of Ann" Richards, the former governor's daughter.
Before the rally, Richards approached me and chewed me out for a column that I had written a year before in the Daily Texan, denouncing her and her pro-abortion organization. On behalf of the Young Conservatives of Texas (YCT), I condemned her for using state finances and resources to participate in a pro-abortion conference on the UT campus. She said that although the YCT and I had given her and her mother problems in the past, my expose "really topped it all." Needless to say, I was ecstatic.
Doggett got up to the microphone and whined for ten minutes.
"The right is organized." "You better believe it!," I answered. "Congress is infringing upon your right to choose every day," he continued. "Yeahhhhhhhhh!," I cheered. Richards wailed, "They're cutting off funding for abortions!" "ALL RIGHT!!," I clapped. I know she felt like changing her speech, but it was too late.
She read aloud a long list of things that she and pro-abortion people should be worried about, and I of course cheered after the recitation of every so-called infringement upon the right to choose. Like I'm going to get upset over parental notification and consent bills or partial-birth abortion bans. Richards glared at me pretty intensely.
An insignificant few UT pro-abortion activists ended the week by protesting the statewide Texas Rally for Life at the State Capitol, sponsored by Texas Right to Life.
It was hard not to laugh, looking at the four protesters holding up their "Keep Abortion Legal" signs. They encountered a troop of over 3,000 uncompromising, unapologetic pro-lifers. Your Friendly Bombthrower was honored to be invited to serve as the rally's MC.
While the despondent, angry pro-abortion crowd celebrated choice on a literally dark and gloomy shadow of a day, the cheery, hopeful
pro-lifers celebrated life on a charmingly breezy and sunny Saturday afternoon.