“I think everyone agrees with the goal of reducing abortion by encouraging consideration of other alternatives,” [North Dakota governor] Daugaard said in a written statement. “I hope that women who are considering an abortion will use this three-day period to make good choices.”

The governor said state attorneys have agreed to defend the law and that he’s spoken with a sponsor who has pledged to finance the state’s legal costs, the Associated Press reports.   –  Politics Daily, 3/22/11

I have met thousands and thousands of pro-choice men and women. I have never met anyone who is pro-abortion. Being pro-choice is not being pro-abortion. Being pro-choice is trusting the individual to make the right decision for herself and her family, and not entrusting that decision to anyone wearing the authority of government in any regard. –Hillary Clinton

Shame was big back then.  When I was a young mother myself, living in neighborhoods where most of us barely had a pot to pee in, shame kept many of my friends from admitting they were pregnant until the evidence was beyond the point of ignoring.  Then the coffee table conversations went something like this:

It was always the woman’s fault.  Birth control was either with condoms or diaphragm or the rhythm method, and if they failed it was because the woman did something wrong.  That accusation was so ingrained, the women themselves believed it was their fault.  There were the lucky few who welcomed another pregnancy, but many, many more were devastated.  I can’t say I knew any woman who went the coat hanger route, (mainly because they never would have admitted to it), but many of them tried drinking supposed miscarriage herbals or douching with chemicals or bumping into things or “falling” down stairs. 

 The feminist movement and Roe v. Wade, if they hadn’t ever done anything else, can be credited with changing the prevailing perception that there were no choices for a person in a woman’s body.  The fact that the works for conceiving were built into them no longer meant that women would be forced to conceive. 

That is the underlying wisdom of freedom of choice and it’s what the Supreme Court saw as a constitutional right.

If, since Roe v. Wade, every child born in this country was afforded the kinds of protections necessary to ensure health and happiness, safety and well-being,  the argument that a fetus must be saved at all costs might hold water.

The sorry truth is that 14 million American children live in poverty right now.

Over 17 million children live in households where there is not enough food.

1.5 million kids go to sleep without a home of their own each year.

In 2007, approximately 5.8 million children were involved in an estimated 3.2 million child abuse reports and allegations. 

A woman who makes the choice to abort a fetus can never be accused of doing it lightly.  That is a cruel falsehood perpetrated by men who will never know the pain of having to live with either choice, or by women who consider their own life choices so superior they have no problem with forcing others of their own gender to bear children–which they then have no problem forgetting about completely and entirely.

None of them lose any sleep over their own actions, but will band together, collecting millions of dollars that could be used to save children living in misery and instead use it to convince the public and a few callous legislators that aborting a fetus is akin to murder and should be outlawed.

Children are our precious gifts and should be our foremost obligations.  There is something crushing and terrible about the fact that lawmakers across the country are systematically defunding social programs currently helping families to just get through the day, if nothing else.  Many of those same lawmakers vigorously support the supposed pro-life groups without once considering the damage they’re doing to the children we need to protect.  These children, no longer fetuses, need us.  The women who make the decision to terminate a pregnancy are not pariahs.  Our moral obligations are to the lesser and to the helpless already in our keep.

Shame on anyone who works against that very basic societal tenet.  Most of us are better than that.

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For weeks now, ever since the people took over the State House in Wisconsin, we’ve been looking for a leader.  We’ve watched the momentum building, knowing this was our chance and we couldn’t let this die.  Each of us in our own way has been spreading the word, supporting labor, doing what we could to build this movement to such a juggernaut nothing would stop it, ever again.

We all knew that without leaders, once the cheering stopped we were dead in the water.  We looked first to the leaders in the Democratic Party, starting with the president, Barack Obama.  It wasn’t just silence we got from the White House, it was a slap on the hand to the DNC for jumping into the fray (as they should have) and a slap in the face for the rest of us when they called the Wisconsin triumph a “distraction”.

With the exception of a few Democratic politicians, my party leaders–those same party leaders who depend on labor to get them elected–have been maddeningly  non-commital, pretending this is a states issue and all they can muster are a few rah rahs from the sidelines.  The few who have come out in support haven’t been able to find their way to Wisconsin yet.  Russ Feingold has been there, but Feingold, as good as he is, as impassioned as he is, isn’t in office any more.

So here comes Michael Moore, our resident comedic rabble-rouser, our Hollywood style muckraker, and what is he out there doing?  He’s doing what our Democratic politicians should have been doing all along.  He’s committing himself to a cause worth fighting for.

I wasn’t surprised that MM took up the Wisconsin cause.  He’s from Michigan, my Michigan, and Wisconsin is right next door.  We’re so much alike, we two states, we could be twins.  But what did surprise me is the level of thought that went into what he chose to do.

Michael Moore, as unlikely–no, incongruous–as it  seems, is, in my eyes, now the de facto leader of the long-time-coming 21st Century American Class War.  He is our general.  He is leading the troops and if we have any sense about us we will follow.

I know. Look at him.  Michael Moore.

But give him a chance.  Listen to him.  I turn the rest of this post over to Michael Moore.  Just read what he has to say.  Take your time. Understand what we’re up against.  This isn’t just a battle but an all-out war.  A Class War that’s been in the making since the dawning of the Industrial Age and is now so weighted against us it’s going to take massive effort to even get us back to a level where we can breathe again.  (Reading this may take a while, following the links and all, but remember, we’re in a war.  This is just a small part of our preparation):

I am a Democrat, just as I’m a liberal and an American and a Michigander and a woman.  I make no apologies for any of those titles.  They’re indelibly, irrefutably, absolutely who I am. 

I’m hearing cries these days from many people who voted Democratic and now feel betrayed.  Used and abused by what they consider “the party”.  They’re yelling loud and clear that either the party changes or they’re outta there.  What they really mean is either the leadership changes or they’re gone, but by their actions they’re working toward killing the entire party.

I won’t go along in order to get along, no matter how much I admire some of the very people making those charges.  I’m a Democrat.  This is my party.  The Democratic party is one of only two viable parties in the United States at the moment, and I’m getting more than a little alarmed at the calls from every quarter for the destruction of the one party that has consistently worked for protections for all.

We are the party of the working class.  The only party of the working class.  We don’t always choose our leaders wisely, but very often, we do.  We’ve had some great leaders, some good leaders, some mediocre leaders and some truly bad leaders.  But through it all, we’ve been the only party dedicated to advancing the needs of the people who some would consider “the least of us”.  We’re still doing it; we the people of the Democratic Party.

The Democratic Party is made up of people–millions of people–some of whom have worked tirelessly to keep it going.   Over the years we’ve changed the entire landscape of this country for the better.  If we’re being forced to take a back seat to stronger, more powerful forces bent on erasing all we’ve done, the reasonable course of action is to band together to make us stronger, not weaker.  And yet what I’m seeing now is a rage against my party because some of our elected leaders aren’t delivering on what they’ve promised. 

The anger against certain politicians is, for the most part, justified.  But the politicians aren’t the party.  They are representatives of the party, and they can be replaced.  The party, once it’s destroyed, will never come back. 

I’m prepared to fight our enemies.  I fully expect that battle to continue.  But when I find myself having to fight against those who were once allies, I can’t help but think it won’t be long before the final surrender. 

I’m not going to let that happen without a fight.  I’ll defend my party as being the better of the two, and I’ll work at making it the best it can be.  Because I’m a Democrat.  That’s who I am.

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(Cross-posted at Ramona’s Voices)