Imagine that you are creating a fabric of human destiny with the object of making men happy in the end, giving them peace and rest at last, but that it was essential and inevitable to torture to death only one tiny creature - that baby beating its breast with its fist, for instance - and to found that edifice on its unavenged tears, would you consent to be the architect on those conditions? Tell me, and tell me the truth. - Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Brothers Karamazov
This is Rowan.
Rowan is my friend's son. He is a baby who died because he was denied medical care after surviving an abortion, despite his mother's pleas for an ambulance. A denial of medical care that our President-elect has gone on record as finding right and just.
Oh, he has such great plans for our country, President-elect Obama. He has promised us a fabric of human destiny with the object of making us happy in the end, of giving us rest and peace at last.
An edifice to be built on Rowan's weak gasps as he died in an abortion clinic toilet. An edifice to be built on his mother's unavenged tears.
On November 4, this proposal was bought before the voters of this nation. Can we, Barack Obama asked, build our destiny on those unavenged tears?
The answer was, "Yes we can!"
Even if we could, would it be worth it?
Is it palatable, is it acceptable, only because you, personally, didn't have to stand outside that locked bathroom door, waiting for the mother's pleas of desperation to change to cries of anguish and grief?
If you had to stand outside that door and hear those cries, would the answer still have been yes?
Tell me. And tell me the truth.