On January 22, 2016, for the first time in the history of
the March for Life, a chanting blockade of counter-protesters from pro-abortion
group Stop Patriarchy met the first wave of pro-life marchers, and those
marchers were holding signs reading: “I AM A PROLIFE FEMINIST.”
However it happened, whether it was fate or luck, the very
first people the Stop Patriarchy counter-protesters saw were not old men, not
blue-haired ladies with Bibles, not priests or nuns, not frat boys or
politicians or church leaders. They were young women, carrying signs declaring
themselves feminists.
It was a moment I will never forget as long as I live.
And not only was it a badass moment for those of us who were
there, it was also symbolic of what is happening in the pro-life world. Young
women are getting out in front of a movement that has, in some ways, stopped
moving. For many major pro-life groups and individuals, the approach hasn’t
changed much in the past 43 years. There are still those who cling to their
bullhorns, huge photographs of dismembered fetuses, and a one-size-fits-all
overtly religious approach. There are still people getting arrested on purpose –
as if that’s going to help any mothers or babies – and seeming more concerned
with name recognition and speaking fees than changing the culture.
Overall, the movement as a whole is still taking a somber,
deadly-earnest approach to being pro-life. This has to stop. We will never
convince the culture to come over to our side when our side looks like a total
drag.
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| Photo by Robin Marty |
It was anything but a drag that frigid morning in D.C. A
legit blizzard was going to start any minute when New Wave Feminists came over
the crest of a hill in front of the Supreme Court and saw Stop Patriarchy’s
familiar orange signs and blood-spattered pants. There was no one between us
and them but the police.
Surge of adrenaline. We sped up almost to a jog, so they
would see our signs first: “I AM A
PROLIFE FEMINIST.”
We didn’t slow down until we were directly in front of them.
We blocked their signs with our own signs and banner. They were chanting “WE
ARE THE LIBERATION GENERATION!” So we started chanting it with them. Because,
um, we are.
When the police told them to leave the street, they
eventually did. (As opposed to last year, when several of them got arrested.)
They started their own small rally, replete with P.A. system, just off the
street. They did their best to drown out the testimonies of the women of Silent
No More, who were on the steps of the Supreme Court building sharing stories of
how abortion destroyed their lives and bodies. Meanwhile, our friends at Stop
Patriarchy chanted ridiculous sing-songs about how babies aren’t real until
they come out of a vagina, as if a woman’s birth canal is an enchanted doorway.
(They also read us “science lessons” about this fact. “A FETUS IS NOT A BABY!”
was screamed repeatedly.)
Definitely their most convincing argument was when one of
the women screamed “F—k God!” at the top of her lungs.
The New Wave Feminist response was to be there, be living
proof of how wrong they are, and show them there is joy when you let go of the
lie that your womb has to be invaded by death in order for you to be a
liberated woman.
We also had a lot of fun appropriating their chants. “EVERY
GENERATION HAS AN OBLIGATION TO WOMEN’S LIBERATION!” Sure, we’ll chant that
right along with you. “THEY ARE KILLING WOMEN!” Yeah, we’ll chant that, too,
and remember the many women who have died from “safe, legal, and rare”
abortions.
But you know what? We were having fun. That’s supposed to be
a bad word, I know. You’re not supposed to have fun being pro-life. You’re
supposed to be somber and on the verge of tears for all the missing children
and wounded women. But I have long been firmly convinced that the appropriate
response to tragedy is joy – joy in spite of everything.
And joy was the word of the day. Destiny and I couldn’t stop
laughing. I mean, the situation in front of the Supreme Court was so absurd it
was funny. We were all grown women. Couldn’t we have a conversation? Instead
the Stop Patriarchy people wouldn’t even look us in the eye. They looked through us, and kept chanting and
screaming. It was surreal to stand a few feet from someone, to be having a
vocal disagreement with them, and yet have no conversation whatsoever. Just
chants and signs and, most of all, shrieking. Next year I’m bringing them
lozenges.
The only time anyone made eye contact with us was when a
girl who looked like Zooey Deschanel shouted “YOU’RE NOT A FEMINIST!” at our
faces. It was the closest thing to a conversation we had with Stop Patriarchy.
Our response was to smile and say “Yet here we are!”
It’s important to remember that Stop Patriarchy is not the
voice of the entire pro-choice movement. They are extremists, and a lot of
people who believe in abortion rights find them gross and ineffective.
But these are the ones who braved the blizzard and came out.
These are the true believers. We have at least that much in common with them. In
fact, we probably have more in common with them than we think.
I’ll never forget looking up and seeing that barrier made up
of women with their signs: “ABORTION ON DEMAND AND WITHOUT APOLOGY.” I’ll never
forget the anger I felt – not at them, but at the lie. They believe it. They
really do. They believe abortion is their liberation. They believe they can be released
from oppression only by the deaths of their innocent children. They believe it
so strongly they can’t even let themselves admit those children were once
alive.
It’s crushing, it’s horrifying, and it’s gone on too long.
We aren’t fighting them. We’re fighting for them. We’re fighting the lie that has twisted their hearts, invaded their wombs, and killed their children: that abortion is liberation.
Abortion is not liberation. Abortion is misogyny in action.
On paper, the theme of this year’s March was “Pro-Woman,
Pro-Life.” It didn’t really feel like that in reality – the majority of
speakers at all the major events were still men - but New Wave Feminists and
our allies are working toward a future when we don’t need to designate that
theme, when the pro-life movement is truly a woman-centered and woman-led
movement.
For me, the theme this year was Joy.
Joy was what separated us from the wounded and enraged women
(and men) of Stop Patriarchy. Joy is what draws people to New Wave Feminists.
Joy – just being happy to be alive – should be a cornerstone of the pro-life
movement.
We are here not just to defend, but to celebrate Life. If it’s not worth celebrating, then
why are we fighting so hard for it?
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Post by K-Hatt
