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Pro-life v. Pro-control

Updated: Jan 4, 2023

I am a privileged white woman. I am happily married and have three healthy sons. My husband has had a vasectomy and we do not want any more children. If I found myself pregnant at this time in my life, close to forty - I would not wish to continue the pregnancy. I repeat - I am a happily married woman who has no desire to have more children and although I could afford to raise another child, I have no desire to do so.

I have health insurance, a husband that provides well for our family, support of extended family who would love and help with another baby. I repeat: I do not want another child.

This country is full of women from all walks of life who are unable to financially, physically, or emotionally care for a child. This disproportionately effects women of color who do not have the same access to health care and for many reasons are not able to afford a child or have support of others to raise that child. We are not a pro-life country when we force women to birth a child that they are then unable to care for. We do not offer that woman financial, physical, or emotional support. There is absolutely nothing pro-life about that situation. It is forced birth and nothing else.

Rich white men politicians will always find a way for their mistresses to abort. They are not pro-life in any sense of the word. They want power over women, it’s as simple as that. Anyone “pro-life” would support gun control, access to safe abortions, universal healthcare, LGBTQIA+ rights, and police reform. Anything less is pro-control.

I have every advantage in this world and will not have another pregnancy. That is my right over my own body. For those with no support and no system on their side we must continue to fight.

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