We’d All Be Crying Right Now

We should all be crying right now.

Surprisingly covered throughout the national news this past week was the arrest of Philadelphia abortionist Kermit Gosnell, 69, who is indicted on eight counts of murder for killing a woman during an abortion procedure, as well as for the deaths of seven other babies who were born alive and then killed by severing their spinal cords with a pair of scissors.

It has naturally raised the question—why does such a practice outrage us when the babies are outside the womb, but we’re able to overlook it to one degree or another as long as it is all happening in the hidden darkness inside the womb?

According to CBS News, Philadelphia District Attorney Seth Williams stated after the arrest: “A doctor who cuts into the necks severing the spinal cords of living, breathing babies, who would survive with proper medical attention, is committing murder under the law.”

Gosnell is suspected of also killing hundreds of living babies over the course of his 30-year practice. And he is said to have made approximately $1.8 million in one year alone performing these procedures.

Also according to CBS News, a search of Gosnell’s office (misleadingly named the Women’s Medical Society) revealed that bags and bottles holding human aborted babies were scattered throughout the building. And jars containing the severed feet of babies lined an entire shelf. And according to NBC News, police founds bags and bags of baby parts stuffed within the same refrigerator that employees had stored their lunches in that day.

But all of this sickening news still raises a key question—if this is so horrifying to us when it happens outside the womb, or when we SEE severed human babies’ body parts scattered outside the womb, why is it not equally horrendous when the same horror is happening inside the womb and babies’ body parts dispensed carefully, hidden in the trash? The human baby inside the womb is the same human baby outside the womb?

It raises another question—what have we become, as a culture, that we turn a blind eye and allow such coldhearted atrociousness to happen under protection of law, as long as it all remains hidden from our sight inside the womb?

It makes me think of my trip once to Auschwitz and the populated neighborhoods of Krakow that surrounded it. They all found a way to ignore the trains that were filled with people going into the camp and empty as they left—to ignore the cyclical smoke billowing up from the small brick chimney just inside the fence—to ignore the piles of hair and shoes and dolls and glasses some no doubt must have heard about from prison staff they knew.

Nothing to see here.

But if we did see it, we’d all be crying right now.

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