Evening Epilogue: Aborting America

It’s funny what you’ll notice if you just take the time to really look at your surroundings. I was on my way home from speaking at Fordham University in the Bronx last night, when I boarded the semi-crowded D train. Instinctively, I took my normal position against the adjacent doors and pulled my BlackBerry out to start writing a blog. As I tilted my head down towards the screen, I noticed something on the floor. It was the torn book cover of a paperback. Although a few words were missing, I could clearly make out the blood red lettering at the top that read, “Case Against Abortion.” Below that was a quote of some kind that I couldn’t quite make out because the font was too small, followed by the title in big white letters: Aborting America by Bernard N. Nathenson, M.D., with Richard N. Osling.
I probably wouldn’t have thought much about this discarded piece of paper on the floor of a New York City train if it weren’t for the fact that a mother and her baby girl were sitting just two feet away from it. Talk about irony. Mom, lost in her own thoughts, sat in the seat closest to the doors with one hand anchored firmly on the stroller she had positioned by the exit. Her daughter looked to be no older than two, and sat in the stroller picking at a snack-sized box of Cheerios. Both mother and daughter appeared oblivious to the book cover that was just a few feet to their left.
The black cover lay there dead center of the train, positioned in such a way it seemed as if it was daring me to see it. The bottom was half-ripped at an angle, and it had crinkles from wear and tear. Who was its former owner? What happened to the remaining pages? Was it ripped off in a tussle with a pro-lifer? Or was this book actually an anti-abortion document meant to preserve a life? Actually, the red lettering at the top said it all, “Case Against Abortion.” But why was this scrap of paper here?
As I stood there staring at this book cover, BlackBerry still in hand, I couldn’t help but wonder if that mother had ever thought of taking her little girl’s life. If she ever contemplated—even for a second—not carrying her daughter to term. Was the father in the picture? Did/does he love her? Are they happy with their decision to keep their beautiful baby girl? A million questions/thoughts ran through my mind as my eyes darted back and forth between this tattered cover and the toddler. Why was I the only one taking note of this ironic juxtaposition of life vs. death?
I tried to snap a picture with my BlackBerry but the image was unfocused and came out blurry. The cover just looked like a piece of trash on the floor. The only way to capture this moment in its entirety would be to stoop down and get a close up shot. Sorry, wasn’t happening. I just wasn’t into the idea of making a big seen. Besides, my stop was about to come up and it looked like mother and daughter were about to exit the train as well. In anticipation of the opening doors, mama rolled the stroller into position and baby girl flicked some cereal on to the floor. Several Cheerios circled her baby carriage and rolled away, but none close enough to the book cover that now lay just a foot away. When we arrived at the next stop, mama rolled over the cover and crushed a few Cheerios on the way out. All I could think now was, “Wow, that was surreal/cereal!”
Fin.
So what do you guys think about this chain of events? Was this a sign of some sort? What are people’s stance on abortion? Pro-life or pro-choice? Any parents out there ever contemplated terminating the pregnancy? What lead to your decision to go through with the pregnancy? Anyone willing to admit to having an abortion? Do you have any regrets about that decision?
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“Evening Epilogue: Aborting America”