What Happened at Georgetown Wednesday
Last Wednesday I spent a couple hours in Georgetown. It was a beautiful sunny day, perfect for being outside. And that is exactly where I was. Why was I there?
Though part of me wanted to look around at all the beautiful shops and get some delicious treats, that’s not what I did. I stood about six blocks from Georgetown University’s campus at one of the largest intersections in Georgetown, and for two hours I held a sign that said “Defund Planned Parenthood.” I did this because Planned Parenthood’s president, Cecile Richards, was invited to speak on campus at Georgetown University—a “Catholic” campus.
Planned Parenthood is the largest abortion chain in the United States.
It makes its profits off of vulnerable women and kills preborn children. It is a sick organization! So, I stood there at that corner holding my sign and endured hours of verbal abuse. I was yelled at, cursed at, belittled, and frowned upon. The more I stood there being ridiculed, the more I felt saddened.
Is this what our society has come to? A young girl in her early twenties protests a sick organization and the response is hatred. Out of the two hours standing there I received only two thumbs up and a smile. That’s it!
While some of the men and women protesting around me displayed graphic signs picturing preborn babies after abortion, I did not. I have seen how those signs can cause anger and can stifle any sort of conversation. So I chose a sign that simply aimed to educate about the evils of Planned Parenthood.
And as I stood there, a young man told me he appreciated that I had compassion and was not holding a graphic sign. I then proceeded to talk to him. He told me he agreed that abortion is terrible and sick, but believed it was a woman’s right. I responded that murder of a human being is wrong at every level and since the preborn are living human beings at creation, abortion is murder. He said he disagreed that it was murder.
So I asked him one simple question: “When do human beings begin?”
And he responded, “I’m not interested in that question.”
Not interested in that question? I was stunned. The biggest, most important question and he is simply not interested in it? How can you stand for or against abortion if you do not address the question of
WHEN HUMAN BEINGS BEGIN?
What we all must know and understand is that, from the moment a baby’s life begins as a single cell embryo, he or she is a human being. This is science. This is not an opinion. And because this tiny child exists, abortion is murder. It’s as simple as that.
Do you know why this young man didn’t want to answer this question? I believe it’s because he knew he couldn’t answer it and still be right. Deep down inside, he knew the answer and he knew that he was wrong. But answering that question would force him to admit that abortion does murder babies. With God’s grace, I hope that I planted a seed in his heart. I hope that I took him one step closer to understanding the truth. And I pray that eventually he will come to terms with the reality.
I stood there Wednesday, not because I’m crazy or hoping to incite anger, but because I love. I love all human beings, and my goal is to be part of the generation that finally ends the violence of abortion!