I reside in the Greater New Orleans area and last week we weathered Hurricane Francine. Like any natural disaster, hurricanes have the potential to cause catastrophic harm. The evening before, as I prepared for Francine’s imminent landfall, I also listened carefully to the presidential debate between Vice President Kamala Harris and former President Donald Trump and I could not help but think about how turbulent we are as a nation.

The world watched as Harris and Trump quarreled over inflation, immigration, and crime, all topics worthy of consideration when we cast our vote this November. The two candidates also shared their views on a subject personal to me: abortion.

I often encounter people who do not understand why this topic takes precedence when so many other pressing concerns appear more critical. In my view, abortion is not only critical but of supreme importance in the upcoming election.

During the debate, Harris vehemently denied that abortions occur in the final three months of pregnancy because she is aware of the fact that polling indicates 73% of Americans do not support it after 15 weeks. She laughed knowing that reasonable people recognize that at this stage the developing fetus meets the scientific criteria designating them as a member of the species “homosapien”, as human. Americans become uneasy with the act of abortion later in pregnancy when the pre-born has fully formed organs and a functioning circulatory, nervous, and digestive system.

There are reputable research studies I could cite regarding second and third-trimester abortions to refute Harris’ deception. I could interview the physicians in our country who perform these procedures or give the accounts of medical professionals who have witnessed them. I would like to take a different approach, however, and share with you my own story.

In January 1990, my birth mother entered an abortion facility in New Orleans. Like many women in America who choose abortion, she was economically poor and socially disadvantaged. She was also an immigrant from Honduras with a history of domestic victimization.

The “physician” who was scheduled to perform the abortion induced my mother at 26 ½ weeks. When I was born, I was not breathing. He advised her to let me die on the table. Rather than obliging, my birth mother demonstrated incredible strength and demanded I receive life-sustaining medical intervention. I was sent to Children’s Hospital in New Orleans and faced common health issues of premature infants. As a young toddler, I was diagnosed with Pulmonary Tuberculosis, a rare, but potentially fatal bacterial disease. I received treatment and recovered.

My birth mother’s heroic defiance towards her “physician” saved my life. That is why I have dedicated my professional work to dismantling the abortion industry. I care deeply and personally about children born into generational poverty and abuse because I am one of them.

After surviving the abortion, I spent nearly eight years in Louisiana’s foster care system. I was both a victim and an eyewitness to the destruction of socioeconomic inequalities that plague the lives of women and children. There is no denying that work needs to be done to mitigate and correct these horrendous issues.

Yet, I believe these problems are the eye of our national hurricane: we have eroded the dignity of the human person by utilizing violence to disregard the most vulnerable of humankind, the pre-born. Abortion is rooted in racism, profitable for the powerful, and has exasperated every human right since its inception. It also perpetuates the pain of women in crises like my mother and the children who experience familial hardship as I did.

The abortion industry was unsuccessful in its attempt to eliminate me. I am thankful for the intervention of my foster care families and, subsequently, my adoptive family who provided me with resources to pursue recovery from the abuse I suffered.

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Later in life, I began unraveling the predatory, nefarious nature of those peddling abortion as “women’s liberation.” As I surveyed the damage it caused to my own family, I discovered we were indeed the intended target of a lucrative business with malicious intent, designed to take advantage of our vulnerability.

It was through foster care and adoption that I met my other heroine: my adoptive mother, Bobbie Jones. After her abortion in the 1970s, she was led to the brink of suicide. Many people in Louisiana know her from her decades of pro-life advocacy and peaceful presence outside abortion facilities holding her sign, “I had an abortion, please come talk to me.”

While this may be a divisive time politically in America, please consider what is at stake in November from a person well acquainted with the schemes of predators seeking to manipulate and annihilate the weak. The abortion industry will not hesitate to obliterate any group that impedes their work, and if abortion is advanced as Harris promises, catastrophe will lie in its wake.

Just like a hurricane, when the “eye” of abortion proliferates, its volatile eye-wall and convective bands endanger every defenseless population. It will not only kill babies in the womb but it will affect millions of people — whether Democrat, Republican, or Independent. While Kamala Harris may attempt to conceal the grim reality of abortion, I can assure you the Abortion Survivors Network, alongside countless other pro-life organizations, will not relent in our efforts to save lives.

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Sarah Zagorski Jones survived an induction abortion in 1990 and spent nearly 8 years in Louisiana’s foster care system prior to her adoption at age 9. Her story is featured at The Abortion Survivors Network.

The views expressed in this piece are those of the author and do not necessarily represent those of The Daily Wire.

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Abortion: The Eye Of Our National Political Hurricane