On this fortieth anniversary, let's pray: For the more than 55,000,000 lives that have been snuffed out by abortion, for the women (and men) who have suffered emotional or psychological trauma as a result of abortion, for those who heal and comfort them, for those who help women choose life, and even for those who think that having a "right" to end the lives of unborn children is something to celebrate.
There are circumstances where abortion may be a sad necessity or justifiable (life of the mother, rape, incest). But it's hard to see how anyone can feel joy at the brutality and enormous waste of human potential that abortion represents.
Perhaps a better feminism would ask why having the right to "control" one's body is defined as having the right to kill a new life within it, rather than being understood to be the ability (and obligation) to be selective about the circumstances under which -- and the people with whom -- one chooses to engage in an activity that (even with birth control) nevertheless always carries at least some potential for the creation of a human life. Why, when there's a "crisis pregnancy," do so many in our culture encourage vulnerable women to eliminate the child, rather than seek help in the crisis?
Everyone matters. Every life is precious. There are those who care, and those who can help.