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Abortion Pills Kill. Do We Care?

Mifepristone in a woman's hand.
A patient prepares to take mifepristone, the first medication in a medical abortion, at the Alamo Women’s Clinic in Carbondale, Ill., April 20, 2023. (Evelyn Hockstein/Reuters)

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I’m not sure that enough Americans realize what we are doing with these abortion pills. We can’t even seem to pay enough attention to the fact that these pills are being mailed from abortion-expansion states to let’s-help-make-life-doable states.  

But I have no reason to be surprised. Kermit Gosnell wasn’t a line in the sand. The possibility of men slipping abortion pills into pregnant women’s drinks to many of us seems like a storyline for an episode of Law & Order: Special Victims Unit. I fear that we are glad that we can’t see all this. Mail is private, after all. It makes it easier to pretend that we don’t know what’s going on.  

National Review alumna Katie Yoder writes:  

Elizabeth Gillette still remembers seeing her baby’s body after swallowing the abortion pill more than a decade ago. 

“Locked in the bathroom, I experienced tremors, I experienced sweats, I started to vomit — and when the bleeding started, it was so profuse (that) there wasn’t enough towels or anything else to mop up the blood,” I watched her say at a congressional press conference held in March. “I felt in between my legs and pulled out a perfectly formed amniotic sac with my baby floating inside it with recognizable eyes, limbs and earbuds.” 

“In that moment,” Gillette adds, “I had to decide if I was going to throw my child in the trash or flush my child down the toilet.” 

That’s a memory from more than ten years ago. Those hardcore pro-lifers who are now an annoyance to the Trump administration are still trying to get us to listen and pay attention. What is it going to take to alarm Americans? How is it that we are so callous about life that we don’t seem to even want to know about it?


Just so we are not clueless. This is what some of us pretend is women’s health care and freedom:

I know it is hard to walk the walk of life. Even in the best of circumstances, it is. But we can’t continue to live like this. It’s not a wonder that suicide is on the increase as well. We don’t know the value of life. Or we don’t want to value it. It makes things harder.  

I think about Memorial Day in the context of our current callous reality. How do we memorialize people who have given their lives for freedom when we don’t treasure life?

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