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Tuesday, July 23, 1996 Page:
Abortion robs the unborn and the living of our most precious freedoms
Concerning Steve Corbett’s July 4 column on abortion, what lies at the
heart of the abortion issue is not only the plight of the unborn child, but
also the very concept of human life itselfThis transcendent right-to-life
weighs precariously in the balance. For, once we begin to qualify life, to
introduce exceptions, to accommodate expedience, we all become at risk; and,
therefore, owe each other “a terrible loyalty.”
The same pulse of body and soul which courses through each and every one of
us from the moment of our conception confirms what every student of elementary
biology knows: Human beings beget other human beings.
The anniversary of the signing of the Declaration of Independence should
have reminded us that the birth of our country was not set to the stirring
beat of martial music; rather, it was despite dissension that the United
States was born. The prevailing success of our Founding Fathers was due in no
small measure to the fact that they were men of self-sacrifice who looked
beyond all thought of personal comfort and convenience in order to insure the
right-to-life of this nation under God.
Democracy was delivered in pain to be sure; but, it arrived to the
everlasting joy of generations since.
Philosopher Edmund Burke wrote of the Declaration of Independence that “it
was a partnership between the living and the dead and the yet unborn.”
Every bold stroke of that political masterpiece was addressed to the future
as well as to the present so as to preserve for posterity — you and me — a
life free from tyranny.
We can and must do the same for posterity, especially those whose
independent existence is denied daily under the cruelest form of tyranny:
abortion, the absolute domination of one will (that of the mother) over that
of another (her unborn child) literally to the death.
For these innocent children who are destroyed, one every 20 seconds, there
is no redress of wrong, no return to life, no blessing of liberty, no sweet
pursuit of happiness.
For them, no drums roll, no flags wave.
As for us, the loss we suffer lies in never having known them or their
affection.
Charles Dickens put it best, “It is no slight thing when they who are so
fresh from God love us.”
Mary Lynch
Wilkes-Barre