I don’t believe you, Roe haters. You’re not pro-life

I don’t believe you.

I don’t believe you are pro-life, if words have meaning.

I don’t believe you cherish the sanctity of life, that you are guided by morals and God.

Because to reach this day, the one you’ve been pinning for, the uprooting of a 50-year-old precedent that gave women legal access to abortion rights, you lied. Repeatedly. And you did not care what happened after life was created, not all life, not all the time.

You righteously proclaim you would never vote for politicians who supported Roe v. Wade, because you believe abortion is murder and life is sacred. But you repeatedly voted for politicians who demonized young black single mothers, called them lazy and dependent for needing a little government assistance to help them raise the kids you said they must have.

You happily voted for politicians, like those in South Carolina, who give inmates three barbaric choices: death by firing squad, death by electric chair, or life in hell holes they call prisons where they’ve purposefully created ungodly conditions. You won’t bat an eye when they stand smiling before a microphone preaching about how much they love life and want to protect it as they look to further restrict abortion even as they argue in court for the right to commit more government-sanctioned murder in the death chamber.

You eagerly support politicians who have done everything in their power to ensure that this country would be saturated with guns and gun violence and look the other way when their handiwork manifests itself as yet another mass shooting in yet another church or elementary school.

If words have meaning, you aren’t pro-life. You are pro-control, pro-getting your way no matter the costs to those around you.

That’s why you elevated a man, Donald Trump, who bragged about routinely sexually assaulting women. That’s why you cared not that he was in favor of banning Muslims from entering this country – even as you kept insisting you believe in religious freedom – and made excuses for him when he made it official U.S. policy to kidnap brown kids at our southern border to deter desperate people trying to get into this country while fleeing violence. Those lives, you did not give a damn about.

That’s why you didn’t even notice that policies implemented by the man you made president resulted in three consecutive years of an increase in the abortion rate, something that didn’t happen in this country in decades. You didn’t care that the abortion rate more rapidly decreased under Democratic presidents than Republican ones even while proclaiming your primary focus was saving lives. You didn’t care that the abortion rate here under Roe was not much different than the abortion rate in other countries where abortion had been outlawed, but that women there faced more dangers.

You haven’t been banging the drums to do something about the high mortality rate of pregnant black women. You’ve stood in the way of sensible policing reforms that would mean less brutality of black bodies and upon black souls.

You’ve gone along with men and women who violently attacked our capital because they didn’t like an election result. You’ve turned your gaze away from the overwhelming evidence that the man you want to make president again used every lever of power he had to try and subvert this democracy.

You don’t care as long as you get your way in the end.

You’re not pro-life; you’re pro-power.

If you can’t have this country – and in precisely the way you want it, the hell with what everyone else wants or needs – then no one can.

I don’t want to hear any more “pro-life” talk, because it’s phony. Because it’s bankrupt. And self-righteous. And self-destructive.

Over the past 50 years, you’ve had ample opportunity to prove “pro-life” meant something good. Instead, you’ve spent a lot of your time excusing bad to get what you want.

And we all must suffer for it.

This story was originally published June 24, 2022 at 4:31 PM.