Few things fire me up or get under my skin like the whole pro life/pro choice debate. I’m not a political person. I would love to be able to say that I’m knowledgeable about the different candidates and their various stances of different things, but that’s just not true. I rarely read the news or watch anything newsworthy on television. I am irresponsible in that way, and I’ll admit it. And if that makes my opinion null and void in your eyes, then that’s fine. I respect that.
But the issue of abortion is something that I only see as black or white. To me, there is no gray. And even though I really believe that most, if not all, politicians are corrupt and care very little about anything but their own agenda, I simply will not support a candidate that is pro-choice. It doesn’t matter to me if I believe in everything else he or she says. That one issue is a deal breaker for me. It is THE issue. Saying all of that does not mean that I lack compassion for women who find themselves in an unplanned pregnancy. And I also have a great deal of compassion for women who have chosen abortion. I believe they need compassion.
I’ve seen life before it was meant to be seen. Not only own son, but as a NILMDTS photographer many other babies born too soon. I’ve felt the devastation of the parents and extended family. I’ve seen the tears of the nurses when they don’t think anyone is looking. The matter of whether a baby/fetus/person/infant/life, whatever you want to call it, is wanted or not is simply irrelevant to the value that is placed on that individual’s life.
And there is not a person in the world who can change my mind on that. There is no gray. I’ve simply seen too much with my own eyes to believe anything different.