Tired in the Face of Battle

Once I wrote a blog about abortion.  I was angry at some bill that was being presented in South Dakota that when boiled down would have made it acceptable to kill anyone trying to terminate a pregnancy.  It triggered me to pull out my soapbox and start screaming.  Now it’s several years later and guys, I’m tired.

I mean, we shouldn’t have to still be doing this.

This week was draining.  This week was repulsive.  I am disgusted and exhausted, and I just do not have a thousand words on why you shouldn’t outlaw abortion.  Church and state.  The Constitution.  Not everyone is religious.  Back alley abortions.  Etc, etc, etc.  I just don’t have it in me.  I’ve passed the point of reasonable, logical discourse and moved right on to blind fury.  I spend my mornings screaming at the television.  I go on Twitter and Facebook to find every woman I know out for blood.  Even women I don’t usually agree with are angry.  They’re the sort that “don’t care about politics” or who I have assumed to be pro-life due to their religious beliefs.  I’m finding that even they are outraged at items like how under some laws abortion would get you more time in prison than your rapist whose baby you aborted.  I may not always understand them and we may not agree on everything, but it gives me hope to see these women realize that this isn’t a war on abortion, it’s a war on US.

Still, certain females (and Alabama state governors) turn their back on their sisters (and constituents) and refuse to acknowledge other points of view.  You can’t be a public servant and not serve the public, of which 70% agree with Row Vs. Wade.  It’s just not in your job description.

I’ve never had an abortion, but I have used birth control and Plan B.  It’s a slippery slope, you see, and that’s what they’ll come for next.  There have already been fights, such as employers refusing to cover birth control based on religious grounds.  I have no intention of having children, and I refuse to be seen as a walking uterus, which is why I am so absolutely grossed out by what is happening in my country right now.  And still, so tired.

Tired of the apathy.  Tired of the women who don’t care.  Tired of the men who know better but don’t speak up.  Tired of the men who know nothing doing all the talking.  Tired of the war, man…the struggle.  Just tired.

So, I don’t have a scathing diatribe about abortion rights, because I am saving my energy for actual battle.   There are protests to go to and letters to write and phone calls to make, and I would rather spend my time and energy doing something instead of just sitting here bitching about it.  Not that I won’t complain, mind you; that’s simply my nature.  I will continue to yell at my television screen each morning.  It’s cathartic.  The point, however, is that I can write all the blogs about abortion rights that I want but if I’m not actually doing something than what’s the point?  Yes, my words are my weapons but in times like these we need actual energy and movement and fury.  I’m tired, yes, but I’m also livid, and that rage fuels me to keep fighting for equal rights.  That anger is what keeps me going on the days when it all becomes too much to process, which has been the case this past week. 

Yes, I am tired.  No, I am not giving up.

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