100 years ago this month Margaret Sanger, a eugenicist of the worst stripe, opened the doors of Planned Parenthood. Initially the publicly declared goal was to provide birth control so women could plan their pregnancies and thus safeguard their health. Not so public was her goal of stemming the tide of births amongst undesirables. Truly a monstrous attitude and belief.
Fast forward a hundred years. Roe v. Wade has happened. Planned Parenthood performs one out of every three abortions in the United States. They promote the right to kill a child at every point of pregnancy. They have gotten rich in their cause of death.
But it isn’t just their own right to abort that they fight for. It is clear that the desire to rid the world of all unwanted babies is paramount. Last week the Ninth Circuit Court of Appeals upheld a California law that required all pregnancy centers – including religious and pro-life centers – to give information on how to obtain abortions. Being a doctor or counselor in these days has come to mean leaving all beliefs at the door. What a tragedy of immense proportions.
And let’s face it: abortion in many cases has become a method of birth control, and Planned Parenthood encourages its use as such. I had a friend, mid-30s, who told me if she got pregnant again she would abort. I asked her why and her answer was very telling. She explained that she didn’t want any more children, but that she wanted to be free to live her life and have fun. I suggested she could always give this theoretical baby up for adoption. I can still hear her voice as she said, “I would never lose my waist for somebody else’s brat”. I have never forgotten that conversation. She was a huge advocate for Planned Parenthood.
Killing babies in utero is a terrible enough tragedy, but the slippery slope in the culture of death is even more frightening. I talked to a friend’s mother once on the subject. I asked her what made delivery of the baby so sacrosanct. After all, I said, if the baby had been killed just moments before birth that was okay, so why wasn’t it okay after birth. Her response chilled me. She said that she thought there should be a window of time that served as a trial period, if you will. Maybe two or three years would be enough to make sure the child had no disabilities or would be able to live free of poverty or its attendant ills. I have since heard that sentiment a few other times and it never ceases to stop me in my tracks.
Now it seems as though life, with all of its struggles and challenges, is something that we feel we can control in an ultimate way. Wesley J. Smith, over at National Review online, has done an amazing job documenting the international and national scourge of euthanasia and its very dangerously slippery slope. It is a frightening future for those who are pro-life. I highly recommend going and checking out his posts.
Alexander Pope once said in his Essay on Man, “Vice is a monster so frightful a mien / as to be hated needs but to be seen. / Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, / we first endure, then pity then embrace.” And Rudyard Kipling in his famous poem, Gods of the Copybook Heading, spoke of a time “When all men are paid for existing and no man must pay for his sins”. It seems as though we are there. We have embraced evil. We don’t believe in consequences for actions. What a true tragedy.
So, no, I cannot wish Planned Parenthood a happy 100th birthday. Through their century they have wrought tremendous horror and led this country down a primrose path that removed God from the equation of giving and taking life. For that I cannot celebrate. For that I can only mourn.