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No Woodchucks

“I became a physician in order to help save lives. I am at once a physician, a citizen, and a woman, and I am not willing to stand aside and allow the concept of expendable human lives to turn this great land of ours into just another exclusive reservation where only the perfect, the privileged, and the planned have the right to live.” Dr. Mildred Jefferson[i]

Regular readers may remember Weaver Cove Boat Landing, a nearby frequent sunset stop for Rita and me[ii]. On the road in, last summer we were greeted often on a small hillock next to the railroad crossing by two families of woodchucks. Mothers, fathers, and pups. Watchful and wary, the adults would bark when we got close, and the young ones would dive into the brush and the safety of their dens. We monitored their progress and growth. Woodchuck pups grazing on the fresh spring grass are cute, and a passel of the large ground squirrels is entertaining. Lumbering awkwardly, yet quickly when necessary, they are somehow encouraging, life in one of its myriad varieties.

The ospreys still nest and hunt there. The various species of gulls, terns, and ducks are abundant. Canadian geese summer at the cove. But this year and not for lack of looking for them, we have seen only one lonely woodchuck, and he was a gray whiskered grizzled veteran. Only once, and not again at the edge of the bushes. I wonder where they went. Coyotes? Woodchuck failed relationships? Did the neighborhood get too expensive? Too many trains? One old remaining woodchuck who looked around in the spring, spied no eligible woodchuck beauties, got discouraged, retreated to one of his tunnels and pulled the dirt in behind him?  We will probably never know, but I miss the woodchucks.

A friendly knoll devoid of woodchuck pups is a momentary deprivation; they are hardly an endangered species[iii].

A country well below our population replacement rate and increasingly devoid of young human pups is entirely a different matter.

One tragedy that Mildred Jefferson understood well is the misconception that terminating babies liberates women. The truly liberated are three generations of irresponsible sperm donors who have increasingly laid off the responsibility for their libidos and the resulting pregnancies on women. “Pregnancy was not what I signed up for, honey. Either the kid goes, or I do,” is the tragic refrain of far too many postmodern boys who fail the opportunity to be men. Rita and I have been involved in helping many women facing just this awful choice for nearly fifty years.

“My angel in distress

You look OK to me

I’ll send you my address

When I know what it will be

I could easily stay with you

On your side of heaven’s door

‘Cause I don’t love you any less

But I can’t love you anymore.”   Lyle Lovett, “I Can’t Love You Anymore”

Far too large a topic for a blog post, but we can look at one major contributor to the dearth of babies in our country and in many others.

Pre-born infant “termination” and lies have are frequent allies. The narrative that legal abortion alleviates more heartbreak than it creates is a commonly accepted truism that rings increasingly hollow.

Just one example (and there are many others[iv]): the New York Times (yes, that New York Times) recently ran an expose of carelessness, unsanitary conditions and danger to patients at Planned Parenthood. I invite you to read the full article if you get past the paywall and form your own opinion: Botched Care and Tired Staff: Planned Parenthood in Crisis. Here are some relevant quotes: “In a case settled in California last year, a woman accused the organization of improperly implanting a birth control device in her arm and causing nerve damage.” “A Nebraska clinician in 2022 did not realize that a woman was four months pregnant when she inserted an IUD. Several hours later, the patient was rushed to an emergency room and gave birth to a stillborn fetus.” “For months last year at the North Central States affiliate, which oversees the Nebraska clinic, an understaffed nursing department did not upload sexually transmitted infection test results into charts, and patients wrongly believed that their results were negative when they did not hear back.” “Many clinics are in dire need of upgrades and repairs. In Omaha last year, sewage from a backed-up toilet seeped into the abortion recovery room for two days, according to interviews with staff members..”

The Times article finds underfunding, underpaid staff, high turnover, and poorly trained staff responsible. Perhaps there is an underlying and more pernicious explanation.

Planned Parenthood is a business and not a healthcare clinic[v]. The many ethical and legal violations are well documented. Planned Parenthood consists of forty nine semi-independent affiliates each with their own CEO. The average pay for those executives based on the local affiliate’s income was $352,661 in 2023, the last full year reports were filed. The highest is Sue Dunlap in Los Angeles. Sue pulled down a lucrative $875,942 in total compensation. Not a bad job. Neither is the top job at the mother ship.  National President and CEO Alexis McGill Johnson was paid $904,014.

In some states local law for political reasons exempts Planned Parenthood and other abortion businesses from the mandated health inspections[vi] that keep real health care clinics clean, safe, and professional, or local authorities are less inclined to enforce the regulations that do exist for politically ‘sensitive’ businesses.  Efforts by some states to mandate that physicians perpetrating these procedures must be granted admitting privileges to local hospital have been stopped in the courts so far. Too much of a burden on a woman’s right, etc. A doctor can fly in from another state, whack out a few late term abortions and fly home with impunity, especially if their home state has passed laws shielding them from liability.

The abortion industry regulations and their enforcement are heavily influenced by money, politics and ideology, not just medical prudence and common sense.

“How many deaths were we talking about when abortion was illegal? In NARAL, we always said “5,000 to 10,000 deaths a year.” I confess that I knew the figures were totally false, and I suppose the others did too if they stopped to think of it. But in the “morality” of our revolution, it was a useful figure, widely accepted, so why go out of our way to correct it with honest statistics?”  Dr. Bernard Nathanson, co-founder of NARAL (National Abortion Rights Action League). Dr. Nathanson, who later became an outspoken abortion opponent, presided over 60,000 abortions and performed over 5,000 personally.

The false narrative of thousands of maternal deaths from back alley abortions to support the original Roe v Wade decision has been debunked many times, most notably by Dr. Nathanson who helped make the statistics up to “document” his case when he was one of the most vocal advocates for legal abortion. The actual number of women who died from illegal abortions prior to Roe was estimated to be under a 100 per year for the nation. 87% of ‘back alley’ illegal abortions were committed by doctors in medical facilities or hospitals. The common meme of unsanitary knitting needles, brutal coat hangers, and bloody kitchen tables were emotional appeals to support pro-abortion advocacy.  Did such horror occur? Most likely. But they were the rare exception, not the norm. Not even close. [vii]

Lies and the abortion lobby have long been close companions. The ongoing controversy regarding the high risk of chemical abortions without adequate supervision and follow up has yet to be resolved. It is another instance of politics and ideology affecting science and medicine.

 A recent largest ever study from insurance company data[viii] found that in just under 11% of chemical abortions, women develop serious and even life threatening side effects requiring emergency room care or hospitalization. That’s 22 times more often than the FDA publishes for injuries caused by chemical abortions. Incomplete abortions, ectopic pregnancies, extensive bleeding, infections, sepsis, necessary surgery to complete the abortion, and cardiac or thrombosis problems were among the treated conditions.

Worsening the risks to women are the laxity of regulations in the use of these pills. When initially approved in an expedited, conditional process by the FDA during the Clinton administration, restrictions for safety and medical oversight were included: at least three office visits, prescribed only by a physician, no pregnancy past seven weeks, pills must be dispensed and taken only in the doctor’s office with a preliminary exam, observation and follow up, and adverse effects must be reported. Regulations were loosened progressively during the Obama administration and again under Joe Biden. The limit was pushed to ten weeks gestation and none of the above apply. At ten weeks, the woman could expel a tiny, but recognizable baby into a toilet or on the sheets and be left to deal with that on her own. Mail order drugs ordered over the phone with no physician required and no office visits are approved are the current almost negligible requirements. There is pressure from the pharmaceutical industry and the abortion lobby to make them available over the counter.

When politics and profits determine medical practice, what could go wrong?

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And yet, I remain hopeful. Perhaps reason and prudence will eventually regain their rightful place. And life will again be protected. Life will again be cherished. Life will again be loved as our most precious gift. Abundant life will prevail.

“What’s lost is nothing to what’s found, and all the death that ever was, set next to life, would scarcely fill a cup.”  Frederick Buechner, “Godric”

[i][i] Dr. Jefferson became a personal friend prior to her death fourteen years ago.  A wonder and unique. Here’s an old post with some background: https://quovadisblog.net/2013/01/20/millie-and-a-fortieth-anniversary/

[ii] Here’s three. There may be more:  Unsung Heros of Civilization –  Selvage –  Summer’s End

[iii] We once enjoyed woodchuck stew at the home of some farmer friends. Woodchucks (alternately called groundhogs) are a damaging pest to vegetable gardens. Our friend would shoot them out of his garden, and since they are clean herbivores, they are good healthy eating like rabbits.

[iv] A second egregious example is a pending lawsuit from a woman who underwent an abortion in Illinois. After being put off several times by the doctor when she called to complain of excruciating post op pain and being told to take laxatives and Tylenol, she went to an emergency room. The competent doctors there performed emergency surgery and saved her life. They discovered a perforated uterus and almost 2/3 of a dismembered baby that had infiltrated into her abdominal cavity through the hole in her uterus. Another few days would have left her with sepsis and life threatening infection. Don’t read this on an empty stomach.

[v] An argument should be made that in abortion facilities where more than half the humans entering the doors end up dead is not health care.

[vi] Connecticut is one. So is Oregon. Other states use different rules for the inspections than surgical outpatient clinics follow.

[vii] https://www.hli.org/resources/doesnt-legal-abortion-save-women-filthy-back-alley-abortion-mills/

[viii] https://eppc.org/stop-harming-women/

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Harkening

“It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped each time a man stands up for an ideal or acts to improve the lot of others or strikes out against injustice he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope.” From Robert Kennedy’s gravesite at Arlington from his speech in South Africa.

WASHINGTON, DC - JANUARY 27: Thousands of people rally on the National Mall before the start of the 44th annual March for Life January 27, 2017 in Washington, DC. The march is a gathering and protest against the United States Supreme Court's 1973 Roe v. Wade decision legalizing abortion. (Photo by Chip Somodevilla/Getty Images)

WASHINGTON, DC – JANUARY 27: Thousands of people rally on the National Mall before the start of the 44th annual March for Life January 27, 2017 in Washington, DC. The march is a gathering and protest against the United States Supreme Court’s 1973 Roe v. Wade decision legalizing abortion. (Photo by Chip Somodevilla/Getty Images)

When I asked Rita what she would like to do for our fiftieth anniversary, she did not hesitate: The March for Life in Washington. The last time she went, she roomed with Dr. Mildred Jefferson; this time there would be a severe diminishment of intellect in that roommate, but she would have the consolation of a lifetime of companionship.  In consideration of being in our eighth decade, we lined up a sensible fly/stay package, deciding not to take the bus from Providence with seventy or so young people who do not require sleep. The young people, as it turns out, were the outstanding feature of this event.

We spent a couple of days walking around renewing our acquaintance with that mesmerizing city. Put flowers at the WWII Memorial for our dads and other family members. Visited the Holocaust Museum for the first time. Strolled in awe around Arlington Cemetery again and sat on the porch of the Robert E Lee house at its highest point, overlooking the Potomac, the Lincoln, Washington and Jefferson Memorials along with the dome of the Capitol in the distance. It was Lee’s farm that was forfeit to bury the dead.

But the highlight of our visit was the March. Six hundred thousand strong, nearly three quarters of whom were young people from all over the country. The contrast with the Woman’s March of  the week before  (link to comparison-language warningwas immediately apparent. No anger, no vitriol, no vagina costumes and obscene signs, no empty-headed egos full of their own celebrity contemplating bombing the White House. There was joy, genuine joy to be together, singing, laughing, dancing on the grass of the Mall before the March. The energy of these tens of thousands of young faces, their clear-eyed intelligence, their look you in the eye candor and confidence brought tears to my eyes. The torch has been passed and is on the move. For the first time in the forty-four years of this March, a Vice President spoke. He spoke of gentleness and love for the babies and for the mothers with an unexpected and challenging pregnancy. He encouraged us never to condemn, but to offer our lives, our treasure and our love to help. A willing audience to this call cheered and chanted, “We are the pro-life generation.”

“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed, by their Creator, with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.” Opening paragraph from the Declaration of Independence, Thomas Jefferson

Tmarch-for-life-close-uphe young people there have the indefatigable enthusiasm and idealism of the young. They see themselves as survivors; twenty five percent of their generation didn’t make it out of the womb alive. Faith and prayer were evident with many, but science was the topic of discussion. The science is settled now. With ultrasound and fetal development studies well established, no uncertainty exists about the nature of the embryo, fully human from the start, a continuum, a personal story, needing only food, oxygen, nurturing and protection to join the rest of us in conversation and song and pursuit of happiness. The genetic inheritance of a thousand generations before them sets them apart from all other species.

They know in their hearts and in their minds and consciences what is at stake, and ask with wonder, “Can we not at least be honest about what abortion does?” It is the deliberate taking of the most vulnerable human life by a larger, more powerful human. Of that, there is no doubt. No doubt there are many serious reasons why many try to justify that taking, but it is a taking nonetheless. For these young people, this is an evil worth an uncomfortable ride for a day or two on a bus to declare their commitment to protecting this tiny life. They grew up hearing their parents from a statistically much less pro-life generation read to them from Dr. Seuss.  I saw several signs repeating what they heard as children from that eminent philosopher, Horton, in his definitive work, “Horton Hears A Who:” A person’s a person, no matter how small.

This generation’s majority cannot abide a culture that sees ending innocent lives as a necessary evil or even a desirable freedom.  “Freedom from what?”, they ask. They cannot reconcile the hypocrisy of a society that preaches fairness, kindness and tolerance, but fails to protect its tiniest citizenry from immolation. The starkness of its sheer bloodiness cannot be abided. Planned Parenthood must bring a lunch; these kids are not going gently into that dark night.

“I have given suck, and know

How tender ‘tis to love the babe that milks me:

I would, while it is smiling in my face,

Have plucked my nipple from his boneless gums,

And dashed his brains out, had I so sworn to you.”

Lady Macbeth, Macbeth, Act 1, William Shakespeare

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