[from Pro-Life Infonet]
Ours is a country in which you are ill-advised to be a fetus.
The highest court in the land has ruled that you're a parasite, disposable
at will, even when you're almost out of the chute. You're just an
extension of your mother's whim. She can do whatever she likes with you.
Her court-instituted right to "choose" trumps your right to live.
Now, taking a new leap, the courts have decided that her right to privacy
trumps your right to a clean bill of health. If you're inconvenient,
unaffordable or just plain unwanted, then you'll soon be a biohazard on
your way to the town dump. If you're allowed to exercise your life, you
may have to live it as a vegetable or a grotesque. In a stunning 6-3
decision, the U.S. Supreme Court ruled that hospitals may not test a
pregnant woman for drugs for police purposes without either a search
warrant or the woman's consent. Such tests were found to be a violation of
the 4th Amendment protection against unreasonable search and seizure. "The
fact that positive test results were turned over to the police . . .
provides an affirmative reason for enforcing the strictures of the 4th
Amendment," the court said.
Never mind that other rulings on the reasonableness of drug testing have
allowed for the testing of a wide range of people, including government
employees and high-school athletes. In these cases, the courts ruled,
there was a "special need." The health of a fetus, however, apparently is
not considered to be a special enough need to override the privacy rights
of rogue mothers.
Naturally, this is considered another victory for feminism. And so it is.
For it means that once again, the law has mandated that women need not be
responsible for what happens in their wombs. The womb, after all, is the
enemy. It must be kept in its place.
It cannot be allowed to control us. We must control it in every respect.
The fact that we were born with wombs will never again be allowed to
shackle us to them or to the progeny they grow. We, and we alone, are what
We can do anything. We can have as much sex as we want--as much wanton sex
as some men do--and we need not be concerned with the consequences. If the
unthinkable happens, if--surprise, surprise--nature actually takes its
course and we become pregnant, well, we'll just do what we do after we
binge on too many French fries. We'll purge. After all, if you want to
stay thin after eating everything in sight, then it's the finger down the
throat. If you want to stay barren but have as much protected or
unprotected sex as you want, then it's the doctor in your business--but
not too much in your business. Only as much as you want him.
What's more, when we're good and ready to have a child, we'll still be
totally in control of our bodies. We'll smoke, we'll booze, we'll crack it
up all night long if we take a mind to, and it'll be nobody's business.
Because the Constitution protects us. We have a right to our privacy and
our bodies, even though, when it comes to that seventh, eighth, ninth
month of pregnancy, we're pretty sure we're not alone in them anymore.
But who cares, those babies are ours, and we can do with them what we
like. We can smoke three packs a day. We can drink motor oil. And if that
baby comes out with a brain that doesn't quite work right or that doesn't
work at all, if it has an imposed mortal dependency on a narcotic, if it
comes out with expensive special needs, well, the government will pay for
it. That's what government is for: to safeguard my right to do what I like
and pick up the tab when I've done it.
I can do anything, consequences be damned. Let freedom ring, because, by
God, I am woman, and this is America.