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Saturday, July 21, 2007

Praise all our choices

The fundamentalist anti-choice lobby, spearheaded by the Catholic Church, is in full battle-mode in Kenya right now, against a long-overdue initiative to decriminalize abortion. Shutting down any rational dialogue, terrorizing women into silence.

Reproductive justice is one of the issues I'm most passionate about. I grew up in a world where abortion was illegal. Safe contraception was available only to a tiny minority of privileged women, and the public discourse around family planning was dominated by the dogma of the Catholic church. It's outrageous that so little has changed today.

I grew up hearing stories of women who died 'mysteriously' in what I now know were back-alley abortions. And taking it for granted that tens of thousands of young girls were forced to end their education due to pregnancy. I recall my burning outrage when I first realized, at 12 or 13, that celibate white men, living in unimaginable wealth in the Vatican, believed they had the right to dictate to poverty-stricken third world women, what they could or could not do with their bodies.

My favourite poem about choice, is The Sabbath of Mutual Respect, by the fabulous Marge Piercy.

Excerpts:

[ ]
Fertility and choice:
every row dug in spring means weeks
of labor. Plant too much and the seedlings
choke in weeds as the warm rain soaks them.
The goddess of abundance Habondia is also
the spirit of labor and choice.
In another
life, dear sister, I too would bear six fat
children. In another life, my sister, I too
would love another woman and raise one child
together as if that pushed from both our wombs.
In another life, sister, I too would dwell
solitary and splendid as a lighthouse on the rocks
or be born to mate for life like the faithful goose.
Praise all our choices. Praise any woman
who chooses, and make safe her choice.

[ ]

.... the real abundance, is the power
to say yes and to say no, to open
and to close, to take or to leave
and not to be taken by force or law
or fear or poverty or hunger.
To bear children or not to bear by choice
is holy. To bear children unwanted
is to be used like a public sewer.
To be sterilized unchosen is to have
your heart cut out. To love women
is holy and holy is the free love of men
and precious to live taking whichever comes
and precious to live unmated as a peachtree.

Praise the lives you did not choose.
They will heal you, tell your story, fight
for you. You eat the bread of their labor.
You drink the wine of their joy. I tell you
after I went under the surgeon's knife
for the laparoscopy I felt like a trumpet
an Amazon was blowing sonorous charges on.
Then my womb learned to open on the full
moon without pain and my pleasure deepened
till my body shuddered like troubled water.
When my friend gave birth I held her in joy
as the child's head thrust from her vagina
like the sun rising at dawn wet and red.

Praise our choices, sisters, for each doorway
open to us was taken by squads of fighting
women who paid years of trouble and struggle,
who paid their wombs, their sleep, their lives
that we might walk through these gates upright.
Doorways are sacred to women for we
are the doorways of life and we must choose
what comes in and what goes out. Freedom
is our real abundance.

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