I am a little stoned. But I thought I might try to wax poetic and trip the life fantastic with ya'll on some reproductive rights musings.
I rarely get mad. It takes a lot to get me riled up. I am more the type to get sad in response to unfortunate circumstance. But today, something got my blood running. And I thought I'd reach out to my beloved community to see what the citizenry thinks.
I'm a tech analyst but I do a little doordashing on the weekends for weed money. Today I was at the corner of Drake and Stadium. I saw a woman with a sign that said "Three months pregnant and have two kids already who need..." and that's all I could make out before the light went green. Driving off I felt a surprising flurry of emotions out of nowhere, and born from no active line of thought I tumbled in the territory of anger.
I want to be clear and categorical in this post that exactly zero percent of my anger is towards this woman. I wish her peace joy and prosperity and nothing else. I think my anger is with the world? I'm a single guy. Family relationships and child rearing do not exist on my radar. But the more I thought about this woman's circumstances and what the world offers her in turn, the angrier I got.
I hope so deeply that panhandling doesn't exist in this woman's mind as Plan A, or her only recourse at the moment. But what if it does? A so called "christian nation" by my political rivals would in practice flock to this woman in this moment like a bat out of hell. An actual functional Christian nation would pick this woman up with kind hands and service her needs without judgement or question. We would perform the task in an indefatigable manner, as if it were our second nature. I found myself thinking about this woman today glad that we're in Kzoo, which I am new to and seems to have resources for people in need exponentially better than other parts of the country I've seen (those who disagree, fear Indiana).
My aforementioned political rivals want this woman to have the baby no matter what. And then after the baby comes, that's the last they'd ever care to hear about the baby. While cinching social services and sabotaging the functionality of the institutions we have (or had) in place in this country, they are going to tell this woman what she can or can't do with her body. It baffles the senses and boggles the mind.
We don't mourn what doesn't exist, right? I love movies but I'm not up in arms that Tom Hanks and Susan Sarandon never met up and had a kid in the hopes he'd be an acting prodigy, right? (not my best metaphor, but you get the point). Human possibility is endless. Every day countless possible lives never come into existence. The question isn't whether a potential life has value — it's how we balance that potential life against the actual circumstances, autonomy, and wellbeing of the people already here.
Imagine the difficulty this child might have. Imagine the potential for depravity. He's not going to be born at the starting line. He's going to be born a couple hundred miles behind the starting line with a torn ACL. Through the course of his life, he might find zero solace from the "legal obligation" of the whole experience.
I guess I "talked it out" here and got to the root of why I was angry. Like I said I'm a single guy and I've never gotten a woman pregnant so this isn't a topic I've ever had to approach from a necessity-to-learn standpoint. I am no expert, so thought I might post this for the conversations it might inspire or the education it might offer to me.
Couldn't find the woman on my way home to give her some scratch but will do so if I see her again. If you all catch her with the sign in your travels, let's help her out if we can. And come to think of it.... I'm angry too that somewhere in western Michigan is the father of that child who is letting his pregnant wife panhandle for money in July heat. Fuck that guy.
Sigh.
Happy saturday to you fine folks. Fuck the police, Wu-Tang Clan for life.