Not feeling very free

Yesterday, 1st July, marked the 40th anniversary of the first legal killing of an innocent child in the state of New York. The womb is one of the most dangerous places to be in the US. Saturday will be Independance Day and I wonder if this is the vision Congress had for America 239 years ago. I truly doubt it.

It seems a long time in ways, but over history it is but a drop in the ocean. A drop that has rippled into tidal proportion and shed the blood of tens of millions of innocent babies. I do not feel liberated at this horrific reality. How can we call ourselves civilised as we rip perfect little bodies apart just inches inside the womb? How can we say that we are free and deny the most vulnerable the right to their first breath? How can we call it a right to dump mangled and broken bodies in the trash? How can we call this legal? How can we call this right?

How can we celebrate Independance Day living in this culture of death?

Deirdre