Why women need abortions

Let me start by pissing everybody off. I think both sides of this debate have important things to say. If women have no access to abortion, they have no freedom to determine the course of their lives. But when the anti-choice people tell us the fetus should be respected as a human in progress, we should listen. Even if we must take a life, we should recognize that it is sacred, and grieve the necessity of its loss.

Being a mother is a heavy responsibility. The pregnancy is the least of it, though being pregnant is uncomfortable, inconvenient, and challenging to your physical and mental health. By the time a baby is born, you are tied to the child forever on an emotional level, whether or not you keep it to raise. You brought a new person into this difficult and dangerous world, and the fate of this tiny being in large part depends on you.

If a woman is not ready to take care of a child, either financially or emotionally, forcing her to bear one is a cruel and unusual punishment.

In America, it’s a struggle for families to stay together. Many jobs pay barely enough to support one person, never mind two or three, and lack of money can ruin even relationships that began in love and tenderness. There is not much corporate or governmental support for pregnancy and child-rearing, and little access to help of any kind if financial disaster strikes. When a couple breaks up, most often it’s the man who leaves and the woman who is left with the child.

Even mothers with money have a hard time. The focus of news and gossip has been the fathers and potential fathers as they compete for money and power. The needs of mothers have not been foremost, never mind the needs of children.

But women and children without money, without men? That’s a disaster. Much of the misery in pre-pandemic America came from trying to raise families without enough money. If the father is not able to make enough money to help support the child, the man’s hurt pride is often enough to make him take off.  But even if the men stick around, it’s hard.

And it is to her children that a mother owes her first allegiance. Once you give birth to them, you are theirs for life, no matter what happens. You and the father, whatever your relationship – you were volunteers. Your children came into your hands completely at your mercy, through no fault of their own.

Because raising a child is such an enormous, costly, exhausting responsibility, people should be willing and ready to do it – at least as ready as you can be for this stranger who will remake your life. If a woman is not ready to take care of a child, either financially or emotionally, forcing her to bear one is a cruel and unusual punishment. Of course she most likely will love the child, but that is hardly the point.

To bear a child you can’t feed, can’t keep safe, whom you can’t be there for – that is a terrible kind of pain. Society has no right to make you bear it. In either sense.

Abortion is far from the worst thing we have to worry about, this year or any year. Actual, born, no-argument-human beings are getting killed every day, including infants. Yet somehow, the anti-abortion people don’t view war or domestic violence as a larger problem. They see abortion as the murder of innocents. Does a fetus lose its innocence once it is born?

So let’s try to retain some perspective on abortion. The alternative is for a woman to continue a pregnancy she does not want and bear a child for whom she is not ready. That child will be a burden on her life and her heart, no matter if she keeps it or gives it away. That child will begin life with a big count against it. And if society forces a woman to give birth no matter what the circumstances, will society then help her deal with the consequences? Let’s not kid ourselves, if you’ll forgive the pun. That woman and her child will be on their own.  

Addicted to Stuff

sung to the tune of “Addicted to Love,” by Robert Palmer

You can’t sleep
or pay your bills
You have a hole
that’s never filled
The tv ads
say what to buy
You go along
You don’t know why

We like to think it isn’t things that we love
but we might as well face it, we’re addicted to stuff

We have to buy
we can’t stop
We’ve gone broke
Still have to shop
We don’t stop
we never try
we have to shop
until we die

You might ask what has become of us all –
We’re either online shopping or we’re parked at the mall
You like to think you’re not afraid to live rough
But we might as well face it, we’re addicted to stuff

Walls

We built these walls around us out of brick
to keep us safe, protect us from the gale.
It’s ill outside. But inside we are sick.
The winds within the walls are small and stale.

Mud, dung, and clay, tree branches wrapped in leather
let too much outside in. We found the trick
of keeping out the bugs, and beasts, and weather:
we built these walls around us out of brick.

They worked so well, we thought to use those arts
to guard our spirits, more than bodies frail.
We built new walls of hardness ‘round our hearts
to keep us safe, protect us from the gale.

For why should strangers ask what we can’t give?
The poor are used to want – their skins are thick –
Still, they increase. It is so hard to live.
It’s ill outside. But inside we are sick.

Cut off from storm, we strain to take full breath.
The winds within the walls are small and stale.
We hear no moans, the walls have made us deaf.
Our outer walls are strong. Inside, we fail.

Smothering and safe, we wonder if we dare
knock out a brick to get a little air.
Our hearts feel small and trapped inside our skin.
When is it safe to let the outside in?

People of Peace

Now is the time for people of good will
to join together to save all life.
Now is the time to act as brothers and sisters,
to be one people.
Now is the time to make peace.
Now is the time to join up,
all of us together,
one thing, the life force of our species,
nothing but human.
We’re in a tight spot.
Facing the danger means we’ll have to change.
We don’t like change. We like our habits,
all that’s familiar and comfortable.
We won’t move if we don’t have to.
But now we have to.
So we’re going to move.
It took all the skill and energy our ancestors had
to survive hard times, to get us here.
Was all their work in vain?
Whatever they had to do to keep their children safe, they did.
So will we do now.
We are all strangers in this strange land
unless we are all family.
See one another,
love one another,
O people of peace.

Safe Zones

Mourning and wringing our just-washed hands,
seeing the suffering, wanting it to stop
but staying out of the fight,
living in the safe zones

Hating it but letting it go on —
the cruel way things are organized —
not making it stop — not seeing how to make it stop —
not seeing how many people want to make it stop

The meek: we are the many.
We’re the ones who just want to live
and let live. Our lives are not
about power and money.

Our lives are about
our families and friends.
If they are well,
we are well.

We don’t want to fight
over money and power.
We don’t want to fight
at all.

We just want to live and let live.

Right now

that seems like a lot to ask

“Blessed”

I’m starting to feel bugged by the word “blessed.” The way it’s used more and more seems to imply that people who are lucky to escape harm are “blessed”…which also implies that people who experienced that harm were cursed. That’s the flip side everybody ignores. It’s a backdoor way of blaming the victim. God must be punishing these people who suffer, and clearly God loves me better than them, so I must be a better person than they are.

Life is chaotic and dangerous, and more so all the time, thanks to the actions of humanity and not any supreme being. We can be grateful for our own well-being without claiming we earned it by being especially virtuous, or having been “blessed.” Those of us who are doing okay are mostly just lucky, to be born where and when we were, to the families we have, and with the gifts bestowed by our genes and upbringing.

This word “blessed” is especially beloved of broadcast news reporters, who feed the word to people who have just survived a fire or flood and are bewildered by trying to understand why they lived and their neighbors didn’t. I would like to see people just acknowledge their gratitude for their good luck and not have to tie it to morality or religion. Even at Christmas. Don’t take credit for any mercy you have been shown. Just love, and show mercy to others who have not had your good luck.

Here’s a suggestion: instead of bragging about being “blessed,” live so that you’re a blessing to other people.

Guru Blues

As I wander through this valley of disaster and ennui,
I keep looking for a teacher with a clue on how to be.
Sometimes a fellow seeker sends the message, “This is it!”
But I haven’t met a swami yet who wasn’t full of shit.
Some are into ice cream sundaes. Some are into Cadillacs.
Some are into all the groupies they can charm onto their backs.
Some can monologue for hours on their detailed talks with God,
Some can doodle on a zither with their eyes rolled up like cod.
They’re exotic and mysterious, and they know just how to please
the petitioner for glory who approaches on his knees.
But they rarely stop to listen, and they never pause to doubt,
and they can’t agree among themselves what life is all about.
They won’t sleep in someone’s hovel if the palace has a room.
They expect surroundings tidy, but they won’t pick up a broom.
So if I find a teacher with the word on how to be,
I will pour us both a whiskey and go sit upon his knee.
But until the day I find the way and all my wandering ends,
I’ll put my faith in kindness, and seek wisdom from my friends.

Neighbors bringing food

We see feel-good stories at the end of our news broadcasts, right after they have scared the crap out of us. But the news has come home, good as well as bad.

We have neighbors and friends who are sick. When we leave our home, we walk large circles around other people, hoping we don’t get sick too. We use Zoom instead of hugging. We lay in supplies, trying not to be piggy about it.

And the friend down the street who has gotten the virus? We make soup and use our gloved hands to drop a container of it on her porch. We made enough to freeze, just in case.

Thank You

We are grateful for many people right now. Grocery store stockers, postal clerks, truck drivers, couriers, restaurant workers, farmers, doctors and nurses, police and fire people…It’s a long list. These are today’s heroes. They keep our civilization going.

To the people who maintain our internet, our electricity and heat, and our tap water: thank you! To news staffers, late night comics working without a live audience, techs at their stations, road repair crews, government contact persons: thank you so much!

And to all neighbors, friends, and family who are missing the presence of others like crazy, thank you too, for staying inside and dealing with the loneliness somehow. You are keeping us all as safe as possible. May you be well. This situation is temporary. I hope our gratitude is permanent.