My Planned Parenthood is closing. It’s been put on the market. The asking price is $39 million. In truth, there is no price tag to capture the infinite worth of the lives that have been lost there. Lives were ended. Hearts were broken. Immiseration was compounded.
My Planned Parenthood was once named after Margaret Sanger, the founder of Planned Parenthood. For decades, many on the right pointed out that the woman was a eugenicist — she wanted to eliminate black and brown and poor babies. Some of those who have signed onto that legacy may have had the best of intentions. But you’re likely aware of what is said about the road to hell and good intentions. In the case of Planned Parenthood, it wasn’t just a matter for individual conscience. That grave thinking infected our culture in both the most intimate and the most public ways. Hillary Clinton was among those to receive Planned Parenthood’s Margaret Sanger Award, for her commitment to legal abortion in all three trimesters of pregnancy. All three trimesters was what Roe v. Wade — may it rest in peace — was about, even though polling consistently demonstrated that Americans did not quite realize that what the U.S. Supreme Court imposed on us was that radical.
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