Jeff Blehar, an attorney, and contributor to numerous publications, including The Federalist, The New York Post, and National Review, published a series of tweets Friday telling the story of his birth:
Once upon a time, 37 yrs ago, something unexpected happened to a young professional married couple in DC suburbs. A pregnancy. Accidents will happen. It was 1980, they were young, both career-oriented, and had already had a child a mere year & a half before.
What to do? The wife worried about career prospects–trying to make her way thru world of science. Had already done maternity leave recently. The husband thought to himself “Can we afford this? Can we give them the life they deserve, on our salaries? How will we make this work?” They talked it over together. An abortion seemed to make sense, to two young liberal urbanites…In a way, wasn’t it the RIGHT thing to do? So they agreed, reluctantly, to terminate her pregnancy. Lives, careers might suffer otherwise, after all. It was sensible. It made sense.
The day the wife was supposed to go to abortion clinic for procedure, the husband gulped awkwardly, bought some flowers, came home from work. He came home to find the wife sitting at the kitchen table, crying. “I can’t do it,” she said. “I just can’t do it. I can’t kill my baby.” He dropped the flowers from his hand, told her it would be all right, and that they would make it work somehow, and embraced her. Six months later, I was born.
So that’s what the #MarchForLife means to me, I guess.
That is all.
Millions never get to tell such a story; they are identified, and, without much thought, scheduled for execution. Since Roe v. Wade in 1973, nearly 59,000,000 infants have been killed in the womb.
