"Well masa can't use a black woman's offspring to work his plantation, so he encourages her to get an abortion nowadays," this is what I thought when I recently heard a Christian broadcast that reported there are more abortion clinics in black neighborhoods than anywhere else.
According to Klanned Parenthood they provide the following stats on abortion.
On the Black Genocide site, they report "Minority women constitute only about 13% of the female population (age 15-44) in the United States, but they underwent approximately 36% of the abortions." They don't specifically state black, but either way this is a wake up call for all women of color!
When I read these statistics, I remember hearing a young African American woman on a radio broadcast tell the host why she was pro-choice. She said that she would get rid of her baby if she became pregnant, because she knew she couldn't care for it. She added, if she became pregnant would the radio host care for her baby? The radio host said no, but he was a wise man and posed this question, "Suppose you became pregnant, would you kill the baby after he came into this world? She said, "What kind of question is that? That's ridiculous. I wouldn't do that. The baby didn't ask to come into this world!" So he then said, "Well what's the difference? You kill the baby before or after?" She then retorted, "You can't change my mind!" He then followed up with, "You are right the baby didn't ask to be born. What is wrong with inconveniencing your life for nine months and then giving the baby up for adoption rather than aborting? Newborns are always wanted at adoption clinics." Of course, she stuck with her argument.
I personally never saw the pro-life argument in that way, but I agree. What is wrong with inconveniencing one's life for what some consider a mistake and others consider a blessing? Why resort to violence? Anytime someone is removing a being, blob, or "it" that otherwise would be called a baby if the parents wanted it, they are correct it is murder. I was asked if I wanted to abort my first child by a white nurse who asked me before I could even wrap my thoughts around the fact that I was pregnant. She said according to Pennsylvania law, she was to ask. Funny, my story has its roots in Pittsburgh, known for its racism.
I don't know what is going on in the black community when it comes to our mothers, sisters, daughters and other women we associate ourselves with, but their is a spirit that "can't stand those bad a** kids!" It doesn't matter whether newborn or full grown, I have said for years that many black mamas "ain't feelin' their children!" But why? Could all this negativity have something to do with the breakdown of communication between black mothers and fathers which ultimately leads to folks cheating on one another, cussing, fighting, and walking out? "Your no good daddy! I ain't bringing no babies into this world! My mamma gave me h*ll and I ain't giving you h*ll too!"
Maybe in these young women's minds they feel like they are protecting their future offspring from their "sad, sassy, so-called lovin' me" self. The truth is you can't love you if you are even thinking about killing a part of you! I speak from the heart, because I know that feeling -- the one where you can't stand to see the face looking back at you in the mirror. A perfectionist type, you see your actions worse than others would see them so you think by ridding yourself of "the problem" you will get back on the road of perfection. But at some point you know you will reap whatever you sow or didn't sow.
The nurse who asked me about getting an abortion sent me home with the weight of her words on my back. I thought about aborting even when I couldn't quite fathom the fact that I was pregnant, but this was one fight I had to win, so I chose differently. Meanwhile, I had a friend who had went with her abortion and needless to say I never heard from her since.
I agree with anyone who says that abortions are the new lynching for our future offspring. Although I escaped that noose three more times afterward, I know that someone somewhere has a lynch for my four black sons and all I can do is keep them in God's hands through my prayers.
Nicholl McGuire http://whenmotherscry.blogspot.com
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