How do you explain the blood, the pain, the assembly-line death of an unborn baby?
A tip of the hat to lifenews.com for running this powerful story earlier today. The author’s name is listed only as “Hope.”
We have run dozens and dozens of stories about that moment of shock when recognition comes flooding in: “I was a party to an abortion!” Why did Hope’s story so grab your heart?
She was able to take a job as a sign language interpreter at Planned Parenthood, you can surmise from her story, because her faith was not a powerful factor in her life at that time; she could persuade herself that non-judgmentalism was a great virtue; she needed money for college tuition; and she would be interpreting for deaf women who were coming to Planned Parenthood for something other than having an abortion.
Hope, of course, knew better, deep down, and tried to hide from others where she was working. No doubt her conscience was already being awakened from its slumber. It came fully awake in 2012.
I won’t detract from the power of her story by going into great detail. The “medical procedure” she would be signing for she assumed was probably an ultrasound. She writes
“But this was different – we were in an OR [operating room]. The lights were too bright for the size of the room. There were cold-looking metal objects on a table. I was in an abortion.”
Hope interpreted until the actual abortion began.
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Read her story in its entirety. The descriptions will be very difficult to read. Hope would soon collapse and cry uncontrollably, the reaction, you would think, of any sentient human being whose heart had not turned to stone.
I have seen “the pictures,” I have read about or listened to hundreds of descriptions of an abortion, including Hope’s.
But I wouldn’t pretend to even begin to fathom what it would be like to be in a room where a little life is being snuffed out—and I did nothing, indeed enabled it in some fashion, however small.
Hope quit that afternoon. Almost two years later she still has nightmares. I think it’s fair to say that she is able to deal with the memory because, as she writes, she knows that God has forgiven her and because the baby is now in Heaven.
When I finished reading her story, I had an unexpected thought. How in the world would you sign [interpret] what this 23-year-old woman, who had been deaf from birth, was going through?
The sight of little arms and legs? The blood, the pain, the assembly-line death of her baby? How would you interpret that?
Yesterday I wrote a piece about “Dirty Work,” which is a novel about a female abortionist who had botched an abortion leaving the woman in a coma. NPR interviewed the author, Gabriel Weston, and asked her about the “detailed description of the procedure.”
Weston acknowledged, “It was probably the biggest challenge of the novel.”
So what did she do?
“In the end, I opted for changing the font when I come to describing the abortion procedure, in order … to flag up for the reader that this is the part in the novel that they might not want to read. So I hope that I have given the reader an out if they need one. But I did feel that writing a novel on abortion wouldn’t be complete without tackling, you know, what it actually is like to see that done, or in the case of this character … I’m writing from her point of view, and she is doing the procedure.”
Imagine if Hope had attempted to sign from the baby’s point of view?
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