I don’t trust the pro-life movement. I am a part of it, but I do not trust it.
My distrust does not come from the fact that the movement is focused on opposing abortion rather than opposing everything that violates the sanctity of life. I am fine with that because I can be part of many movements.
My distrust arises from the fact that the movement is based on opposing abortion rather than supporting life. The pro-life movement is largely about self-righteous anger. There is certainly a place for anger, but it is nothing short of devastating to realize that a movement you thought existed to support life really only exists to make people feel better about themselves.
I have hinted at a lot in other posts: I have a complete distrust for those who claim to care about the pill causing miscarriages but then never bother to mention things such as NSAIDs and breastfeeding. Apparently risk of miscarriage only matters if we are trying to fight contraception? But this is only part of my mistrust of the pro-life movement.
I was never naive about the pro-life movement. In my early teens I would serve at pro-life fundraisers. I remember being more than a little critical of the speakers. It went without saying that the fundraising atmosphere was more about privileged people enjoying a nice evening out with their privileged friends rather than about doing anything to actually reduce the frequency of abortion.
In college I was part of a more savvy pro-life group. We did things such as show up at the state house for photo ops so that it wouldn’t look like all pro-lifers were middle aged men. I remember one speaker talking to me about the fact that abortion could have been severely restricted in her state if only the pro-life groups could work together. One group had supported a law which would have made abortions very difficult after some early date, while the other group had refused to support anything other than a complete ban. Thus the more permissive law remained in place.
It is fair to say that I never had an idealized view of the pro-life movement. But I suppose I thought that more good was done, that we valued life more than we actually do.
Last year Josh and I gave money to support various local pro-life efforts. We ran in a race to raise funds for a medical practice that claims to support women regardless of their socioeconomic status and to provide medical care for women with crisis pregnancies.
In the fall I tried seeking help from these same organizations and got none. I called one organization at 4:45 pm when their website said they closed at 5:00. I got an answering machine, and no one ever called me back.
I called the medical practice the next day. I was seeking help for a woman in a crisis pregnancy who was having brown bleeding, possibly a sign of an impending miscarriage which might be prevented by progesterone supplementation. I did not know, I am not a doctor, but I had to try. They told me to go to the emergency room. I questioned. They said that they would have to schedule a time to meet with us to discuss a payment plan since the mother was uninsured, and it did not matter that I was willing to just cover the costs out of pocket. The woman relented only a little and said that she would refer me to a nurse for consultation since I was a patient at the practice. The nurse told me that we should go to the emergency room if we thought it was serious, but that maybe it was nothing so we did not really need to go to the emergency room unless the bleeding got out of control.
If this had been my baby, my body, I would have at least had hormones tested that day and been given a “just-in-case” prescription. But this was not my body, and it was not my baby, so it was not valued.
I called a third pro-life center, one with which I had no previous interaction. Their website said that they provided medical referrals and I thought that meant that they would be able to suggest an alternate medical provider who would care about the life of an unborn child. They returned my call promptly and told me to take the woman to the emergency room if she was bleeding. They were very kind and helpful, but they did not actually provide the resources listed.
All of these organizations wanted to make sure that the woman did not have an abortion, but no one cared if she had a miscarriage.
A few months later our parish poor box was dedicated to the organization that never bothered to return my call. Somehow I could not come up with extra money to give that month.
The pro-life medical center sent us multiple requests for donation, most poignantly an appeals for expanding ultrasounds. I wanted to spit, as I thought about the fact that they raised funds to use for “fun” ultrasounds for privileged women, but would not give an ultrasound to a woman without medical care who needed to date her pregnancy before it was too late to get an accurate date. Correctly dating a pregnancy is important for health outcomes, among them reducing the rate of stillbirth. But who cares if the baby dies, so long as it is not aborted?
It is true that abortion is especially grievous. There is a difference between killing someone, and simply watching her die.
But I care so very much about saving people that the difference between direct killing and negligence sometimes feels smaller than it actually is.
It hurts to see so many resources focused on things that are only about making pro-life individuals feel better. People mean well, but their good intentions do nothing to actually help.
So why do I identify with such a pathetic group? Why am I still a part of the pro-life movement?
I care.
Unlike those who are only looking to argue, I can’t abandon truth and life simply because everyone stinks at promoting it.
And I do take some minor consolation in the fact that the pro-life movement is good for one thing: it has raised up a group of young women who are significantly less likely to choose abortion than their peers. That is a tremendous victory that I have never seen recognized, let alone sufficiently celebrated.
I pray. I do what I can in my own little sphere. I give less money to pro-life organizations and more to food pantries. I make certain to second-guess myself because I know that I am part of a larger group which is completely unworthy of trust.