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A Year After the Fall of Roe

24 Jun

It might be cliche to say, but there are those moments in life, be they good or bad or somewhere in between, that sear themselves in your memory. You remember every conversation, every smell, where you were and what you did after. For me, the overturning of Roe v. Wade and the almost 50 years of precedent that was tossed out with it was one of those moments. It was a moment so many of us knew was coming, even before the leak of the Supreme Court draft on the decision. It was a moment those of us who pay particularly close attention to reproductive justice felt was possible for years as we watched TRAP laws go into effect, and clinic doors shut. And still it wasn’t any less shocking: in part because as people we have a hard time imagining the way tragedy will feel, and in part because the knowledge of what would follow the patch-work approach to abortion access was too much to grapple with. At least for me. When that unthinkable decision finally came down, it was like a dam broke and all that horror became our shared reality.

I’ve had a full year to process this nightmare, a full year to figure out my role in fighting back. I read and listen to everything I can. I, as Jessica Valenti suggests in her daily newsletter (which is a must read), talk to someone about abortion almost daily. I have this compulsive need to be a witness to every story pregnant people have the strength to release, opening themselves up to an increasingly hostile country, despite the fact that a majority of Americans – 61%, in fact – believe that people should have access to abortions. That number is continuing to rise, with more and more people believing pregnant folks should have access to abortions later into their pregnancy. On this one year anniversary of the antidemocratic decision made by the Supreme Court, I find myself thinking about abortion and all the ways in which my feelings around it have changed.

There was a point in time where I was not bothered by the belief some held that what we all want is for there to not have to be any abortions, that until that point we have to protect abortion access for everyone. A year after Roe v. Wade was overturned I can definitively say that is a crock of shit. First of all, there’s no reality in which there’s no need for abortions. No matter how universal and affordable access to contraception is, there will always be unplanned, and unwanted, pregnancies. That is simply a fact. And if we live in a society where we believe all people have the right to self determination and bodily autonomy, then we live in a society where people get access to the healthcare they need without shame, no questions asked. Secondly, miscarriages happen. Quite often, actually. Sometimes they happen later in pregnancy. And at that point, doctors do a dilation and curettage (D&C) to remove tissue from inside the uterus. Doctors also perform D&Cs during surgical abortions. The difference between having a miscarriage and an abortion is sometimes, though not always, a difference in treating a wanted versus an unwanted pregnancy. So saying that we find D&Cs acceptable or desirable in the case of a miscarriage and unacceptable or undesirable in the case of a surgical abortion is us assigning an ethical and moral valuation to a healthcare decision that should ideally be made outside the influence of those feelings. There is nothing ethically or morally wrong about choosing to end a pregnancy. And I don’t think we shouldn’t think glowingly about a world existing in which abortions aren’t needed. Abortions are needed. Abortions are a fact of life.

I think people should be able to access abortions at any point during their pregnancy. People who are getting abortions late in their pregnancies are doing so because something traumatic has happened. It is likely that either the fetus has developed a potentially fatal abnormality or the pregnant person is at risk of death if they carry that pregnancy to term. If we truly believe abortion is healthcare, then abortion is healthcare at any and all points in pregnancy. And to me, that means that when we fight for abortion access, we fight for abortion access for every single person, whether they are in the first trimester or the third.

A year in, I don’t believe in compromise on this issue. I will not entertain a conversation with someone who tries to argue the point that abortions need to be legislated by the government. I don’t want to hear about “viability.” Yes, abortion needs to be protected, but that need only exists because the religious right has been permitted to define and lead the conversation for decades. Our entire national debate on this issue has been, and continues to be, carried out on their terms. In the past I think I was less outspoken about this, more interested in not seeming unreasonable. I also think I internalized some of the language because I’ve been steeped in it for so long. But now I realize that the unreasonable position is people thinking they have any right whatsoever to insert their religious or political beliefs into other people’s healthcare decisions. The only unreasonable position is calling yourself “pro-life” when you are forcing people to remain pregnant when they don’t wish to be, or when it is physically, mentally or financially dangerous for them to remain so.

Before this past year, I don’t think I ever truly thought about how accessible I want contraception and abortion to be. Vending machines that dispense the morning after pill? Yes please. Free contraception for everyone? Absolutely. Walk-in abortion services? Sounds great. The safe use of abortion pills being taught in health classes? Don’t threaten me with a good time! I want reproductive healthcare to be simple and inexpensive to access, and I want the government to do nothing more than make sure that those pathways are clear of Christo-facist bullshit.

I also have realized over this past year that we are all currently living in a failing state. I know, I know, it sounds alarmist and ridiculous. But that’s what people said about the overturning of Roe before it happened and look where we are now. (And that’s ignoring what the reproductive rights landscape was before Roe was overturned which, let’s be honest, was a shit show.) We are living in a country where the majority of Americans believe abortion should be legal at least in the first trimester. The number of people who believe it should be legal in the second trimester, though lower than those who believe it should be legal in the first, jumped significantly in the past year. And yet, countless state governments are passing bans and pushing ballot measures that are explicitly against the wishes of the voters. In Ohio, for example, the state government is putting forth a ballot measure to try and increase the percentage of voters needed to amend the state constitution from a simple majority to 60% of voters. Ballot measures such as these are being used by Republican-led state legislatures across the country to keep voters from enshrining the right to an abortion into state constitutions. The GOP knows that abortions are popular even among Republican voters, and they are doing everything in their power to make sure voters don’t get to decide this issue. This is wholly undemocratic, but if they are successful they will take control of more than just access to reproductive healthcare.

There’s more I’m forgetting, I’m sure. It comes in fits and starts. But suffice it to say it has been A YEAR. I’ve cried a lot. I’ve raged. I’ve felt like everything is pointless. And sometimes, I still feel that way. But I also believe that knowledge is power and I will keep learning and will try to share more often and maybe, hopefully, one day we will have more good news that bad.

But in the meantime, fuck the Supreme Court. And fuck the Republican Party.

Roe v Wade is 40!

17 Jan

I spend a lot of time on this blog writing about how, sometimes, being a woman really sucks.  I wrote about it here, when I talked about street harassment.  And again here, when I discussed this recent tragedy in Delhi.  And then here and here and here, when I went on about how much certain politicians and real estate moguls are complete asshats.  And, for one last example, here in a discussion of a particularly off-putting experience I had while bartending one Friday night.  Honestly, those are only a choice few, feel free to go adventuring through the rest of my blog for a few more fun examples.  Being female in this world is like constant fodder for me and this blog.  In fact, my first ever post on this blog was inspired by the fact that I am in possession of breasts and a vagina.  Without those things, who knows whether this blog ever would have come into existence!  Along those lines, I would like more than anything to weigh in on this whole Manti Te’o disaster and how disgraceful it is, as was pointed out by Melinda Henneburger here and here, that Notre Dame and the entire country got so riled up over the death of a fake person while, 2 years ago, the death of a real girl, Lizzy Seeberg, went almost completely unnoticed.  The same university machine that has used its resources and soap box to paint Manti Te’o as a victim – which maybe he is (either that or he is unstable and still deserves support) – claimed that Lizzy Seeberg falsely accused a different football player of sexual assault, a player who never sat out a day of practice following her accusal and IN FACT was not interviewed until 5 days after her death which was 10 days after the assault allegedly* occurred.  But I’m not going to write about that today.  Today is different.  Today I am going to use this opportunity, the 4oth anniversary of Roe v Wade, to talk about why I think being a woman, and specifically a woman in America, is awesome.

In the interest of full disclosure, I have now been sitting here staring at my computer for about 5 minutes trying to figure out how to proceed.

Okay.  Here goes.

I love the fact that when I was in school, every sport had to either have a team specifically for men and one for women, or, if there was no women’s team available, women had to be allowed to play with the men, or vice versa.  Granted, there were no female football players or male field hockey players, but the option was there.  Also, our football team sucked and so our sports heroes, as much as we had any really, were the members of the women’s varsity soccer team.  They kicked ass.

I love the fact that I can vote, can drive a car, can live on my own, can walk around with my head held high, making eye contact willy-nilly (but not with people who look like maybe they are crazy and want to (a) attack me or (b) get me to sign some sheet supporting environmental rights and just give them my credit card number right there on 5th Avenue!  Yea right.  Whaddayou think I am, stupid?).

I love the fact that when I was little and swore off skirts and dresses my mom, and society at large, was totally cool with me wearing sweatshirts with “Mr. Egghead” on the front or bright yellow overalls.

I love the fact that, at least theoretically, I can hold any job that a man can hold and that, maybe eventually, I will be paid equally for equal work.  (Well, I guess that one falls a little flat, doesn’t it?)

I love the fact that in my classes from grade school on through graduate school, my opinions were respected and appreciated as much as my male classmates and that my insight, having been gained from my experiences as a woman, were never, at least not to my knowledge, dismissed as feminist ranting.

I love that I live in a country that allows someone like Hillary Rodham Clinton to be where she is today.  (So glad that health thing is okay now!)

I love that I live in a place where I am able to express my opinions while at my job, with my friends, or on this blog without feeling threatened or unsafe.

I love that, at least theoretically and for now, if I, or any woman I know, find myself pregnant at a time when, for whatever reason, I feel I cannot or do not want to carry that baby to terms, then I have options.

I’m sure I am missing some things here.  There are plenty of other reasons that it is great to be a woman and, forgetting some things means that I am taking a few things for granted which is both good and bad.  It’s always good to be aware of the ways in which we have it good, but sometimes its nice to have the luxury to assume a few things, to have that battle be unmistakably won.  I do hope though that, when it comes to historic wins like Title IX and women’s suffrage and Roe v Wade, that we never forget how far we’ve come and how hard we fought.  We’ve got a long way to go, people, but let’s not forget where we came from.  Happy anniversary, Roe v Wade.  Today I would like to renew my vow to fight for your continuance.

*Man, I hate that word and everything it represents.  Something about the word “allegedly” makes me feel like by saying it that I am not believing the victim, which I do, because the overwhelming majority of the time rape and sexual assault victims do not report rape or sexual assault unless it actually happened.  So, “allegedly” is out.  Never again to be used on this blog.  That’s a promise.