Violence Implied- March For (Whose?) Life

Yesterday sucked.

The March for Lies marched right on into O-town and the participants…well, they did what they do. I’m warning you now that this may not be the most coherent and cohesive blog-post. I’m in recovery.

Every year the March comes and makes me irate. It makes me sad. It also scares the crap out of me. Having thousands of people all around me who are so diametrically opposed to an issue that defines my very autonomy- people who would deny me that autonomy based on a faith-based set of principles- I get more than a little bit freaked.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, the numbers are swelled by the hundreds of busloads of youth brought in from Catholic schools (your tax-dollars hard at work, folks!) across Ontario. But that makes it even more depressing, knowing that so many of those youth have been subject to indoctrination to such an extent. Sure lots of them couldn’t care less and just want a field-trip. Fair enough. But some of them, perhaps many of them, will leave having experienced a feeling a belonging for the first time in their lives. That euphoric feeling will carry them through all the evidence-based arguments, Charter challenge discussions and anti-paternalism tirades that you or I will launch at them. Scary shit, I say again.

This palpable threat I feel during Starch for Lime is due in no small part to the violence implied just below the surface of the event. The low-level stuff that, as an advocate against choice, you think so little of me as a woman you believe me incapable of making my own decisions, that I don’t know what’s best for me and my possible future children. Indeed, seen through anti-choice eyes, I am less-than. I am dehumanized. Enter the overt violence right about here.

Let’s not even get started on the actual call to arms that we naively believe is more or less contained to the US. They shoot and blow up people like me down there. Yay, pro-life!

I was telling a co-worker of mine about these feelings. She’s this beautiful, witty, intelligent woman and she’s First Nations. As I started to tell her about the fear I felt at the living, breathing oppression seething just below our office windows, my voice petered out. I can’t speak for her, but I imagined that oppression, palpable and dangerous, stares her in the face every day- mostly masked, but no less ugly.

There was no solace, no consolation in that. Yesterday sucked.

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One thought on “Violence Implied- March For (Whose?) Life

  1. I know that feeling. I’m from Kentucky–born here, raised here, lived here all my life. Sometimes it overwhelms me, and I question how and why they could possibly think that way of us, until I end up curling up with a book until I feel better. Most other times, though, I get angry.

    Up until my teenage years I attended a Southern Baptist church, and I always challenged them when it came to their views on women, so I grew up fighting against that mentality. My mother raised me to be a fighter, so I fight. I’m competitive, so I can’t let them win. I’m independent, and strong-willed, so I will be who I want to be, and live the life I want to live, and I’ll be damned if they try to make me do otherwise. That they think they can make me less-than, that they think they can intimidate me, is the best motivation there is for someone like me. I’ll take them on. I’ll take them all on. And I’ll win–because I have the right of it. WE have the right of it.

    Those kids that they bus in? That they indoctrinate with their hate? Not all of them grow up to be their mini-mes. Some of them will rebel. They’ll rebel, they’ll leave, and they’ll think. The groups they leave will try to erase the rebels, to pretend they never existed, to themselves, and to the rest of the world, but we’re here. There are three of us from my old youth group. Our childhood friends turn away from us in public, but we’re all the stronger for it, and we fight all the more. The groups we left are mostly hypocrites–they’ll put on the Good Christian face in public, and do the very things they shun us for in private, and the majority of those aren’t actively fighting, they’re simply props.

    All this to say, some will rebel, and most of the rest are simply props for the core of haters that will eventually lose.

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