The Repressed Soul
When conscience is sacrificed to the God of sex.
By Leon H Wolf Posted in Life Issues | Planned Parenthood — Comments (28) / Email this page » / Leave a comment »
Lydia McGrew points us to this horrifying confession by a Planned Parenthood worker who admits to giving various forms of birth control (including Plan B) to a twelve year old girl. This particular Planned Parenthood worker knew that the girl was sexually active, and had serious reservations about the age of the 12-year-old's sexual partner, and whether the 12-year-old was a consenting partner in this relationship, if we grant the proposition that a 12-year-old can give meaningful consent to sex.
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The advocates of legal prenatal killing are constantly arguing that the pro-life movement is really all about sex-that we are really concerned (depending upon which kind of pro-choicer you are encountering) with one of two inherently contradictory goals, either (1) keeping women from having sex, or (2) keeping them at home having babies (which implies that we want them to have sex). In either case, it's really all about sex for us, and all this language that we have devised about protecting unborn lives is just window dressing for our real agenda, which is that we hate sex and/or women. Stories like this illustrate, in a rather clear manner, that the Planned Parenthood crowd is pretty clearly projecting their own issues upon the pro-life movement. Obsession with sex, and the availability of sex, permeates the way these people see the world. Concern for women, specifically, that a woman - no, a girl - might be being exploited is notably absent. Well, not completely absent, to be fair, but rather intentionally suppressed. Take note:
She came with an adult friend, maybe an aunt or family friend, and I could not decide whether I thought she was lucky or unlucky. To my mind, she was far too young to be having sex, and it was difficult for me to tell exactly what the situation was with her partner. I do not ever ask the age of sexual partners, and she did not reveal the age of hers, but I could not shake the feeling that hers was older, possibly very much so. I could not get it out of my head that she didn't exactly give consent, though I had no reason to believe she didn't. Maybe I was projecting. I try to fight it, but there is some part of me that does not believe that such young girls are able to give consent, particularly if their partners are much older and there is a great imbalance in experience between the two. This part of me undoubtedly borders on patronizing. I don't really know what this girl's situation was, nor do I know what her role in it was. It is presumptive in the highest to assume that she was somehow victimized. But I still feel like she was too young. Clearly, that's my issue, not hers.
I frankly don't know how a human being can be wired in such a way that they are more concerned with not being "patronizing" than with the prospect that a 12-year-old girl is being sexually molested by a "much older" partner. Part of the reason that I am pro-life is that I believe that all humans - no matter how small, no matter what their background - are born with a soul. I believe that all of us share a core element of humanity that binds us together and, with the exception of a few aberrant individuals, teaches us to value our fellow mankind.
Then I read stories like this and I wonder - what has happened to this woman, this "Hormone Peddling Wench," that this part of her basic humanity did not cause her to do everything in her power to stop the sexual molestation (and if her suspicions are correct, every jurisdiction in this country would consider this to be sexual molestation) from occurring. Clearly, the last vestiges of this woman's soul (or conscience, or whatever) cried out against the evil that she was enabling, but she forcefully kicked it with insults until it lay silent, so that in the end, she could consider this child to be "lucky," because at least now she was armed with condoms and Plan B.
And the question must be asked, "Why?" Why would someone go to such lengths to suppress their natural instincts and to (almost certainly) ignore the law with respect to reporting suspected sexual abuse? The answer, very clearly, is sex. Sex, in any form or fashion, must be respected and protected. Grave concerns about consent, about sexual abuse, about the manipulation of a child barely reaching junior high age must be suppressed lest this woman suppress what is apparently most important to her: free sex at all costs. Even if it isn't entirely free for the girl.
As McGrew notes:
Meanwhile, the girl goes her way, back into the situation. HPW doesn't say what her evidence was that "she didn't exactly give consent." Dawn Eden has encouraged her readers to make contact with the Oregon DOJ to report a possible case of child rape and a mandatory reporter who ain't reportin' nuthin'.
Whatever else is clear in this story, one thing stands out: It isn't really about choice, is it? It's about sex, the god Eros, before whom all else must fall. And as C.S. Lewis used to say (echoing Denis de Rougemont), when Eros is made a god, he becomes a demon.