Industrialized babykilling
Bringing Pro-Life Home to the Heart
 | By Tim Dunkin (Bio and Archives) Thursday, September 30, 2010 | Print friendly | Subscribe | Email Us |
Among the many things between which I divide my time, one is a side business that I operate at home, basically to just earn a little extra income to supplement my day job as a chemist in the pharmaceutical industry. My side gig is editing and proofreading; for a nominal per page fee, I will evaluate written work which a customer sends to me, checking it for problems with spelling, grammar, incorrectly used words and homonyms, and anything else that a spellchecker will miss. I never suspected that this pocket-money gig would end up affirming my pro-life convictions in such a personal manner.
Yesterday, I opened my email and found a note in my inbox. It was from a woman who said that she was representing a small start-up company in my area, and they were looking for someone to be their sole editor/proofreader for all of their corporate literature, brochures, etc. Of course, I’m thinking I’ve just hit the jackpot. While I don’t charge enough per page to ever really make a living doing this, having a steady customer that is constantly sending work my way would definitely help the money clip to grow a little fatter each month.
So, I email her back, we go around a couple of times about things like turnaround time and the format in which I’d prefer to have work submitted and so forth. Finally, a sample of the type of work I’d be proofreading comes in. I open it up, and it’s a brochure. A brochure for “women’s care” items. I’m thinking “Okay….” I page through a bit, and start finding some…problematic…items for sale. Plastic hooks that look like dental scrapers which aren’t dental scrapers. Something called a “uterine evacuation kit.” And so forth.
Uh oh.
Am I seeing what I think I’m seeing? I wasn’t completely sure, since admittedly, I’m not exactly an expert in the gynecological medical sciences. So I email her back and ask if any of these implements are used in the performance of abortions. About ten minutes later, I got a terse, one word response back: “Yes.”
Groan. And it would have been such a sweet contract, otherwise.
I immediately emailed her back and told her that I would not do editing and proofreading for her company, because I am strongly pro-life and could not in good conscience assist the process in any way, even in something as simple and mundane as proofreading brochures. I am not going to help an abortion provider do their dirty deeds by even checking to see if they’ve misspelled something in a sales brochure. No way.
After all this, and before I deleted the brochures, curiosity got the better of me, sort of in that same morbid way that people will crane their necks to see a particularly horrid automobile crash. I looked at the “products” this company is selling. It filled me with disgust.
What sort of inhuman monster could, much less would, ever use a “uterine evacuation kit” on a helpless little baby? How sick and demented much such a person be?
This is not a conversion story. I have always been extremely pro-life, and have only become more so since I was saved by God’s grace through faith alone a little over twelve years ago. I don’t even give legitimacy to any of those “exception” clauses people like to sneak into the discussion – rape, incest, life of the mother is in danger – I’m sure we’ve all heard them so many times we can reel them off in our sleep.
However, this was the first time that I had ever really seen anything having to do with the actual process of industrialized babykilling. Yesterday was the day that the abortion issue went – for me – from being in the abstract to being something extremely concrete and undeniable. My wife and I have a beautiful, wonderful eleven month-old baby boy named Andrew. He is our pride and joy. He is our precious little man, the gift of God to us as a family. How could anybody even think about performing a “uterine evacuation” on such a precious little child like him? Yet two-legged creatures do, every day, to the tune of over a million a year, in this country alone. Every year, over a million little Andrews and Andreas are murdered in this, supposedly a “Christian” nation.
I drove home yesterday evening, and when I walked in the door, I swept little Andrew off of his toddling little feet, and gave our precious little man a big hug and a sloppy kiss. And thanked God for him.
Tim Dunkin is a pharmaceutical chemist by day, and a freelance author by night, writing about a wide range of topics on religion and politics. He is the author of an online book about Islam entitled Ten Myths About Islam, and is the founder and editor of Conservative Underground, a bi-weekly email newsletter focusing on foundational conservative worldview and philosophy.
He is a born-again Christian, and a member of a local, New Testament Baptist church in North Carolina. He can be contacted at: .(JavaScript must be enabled to view this email address)
