The moment is still seared into my memory. Indeed, I can still feel the revulsion that was far too much for a little child to have to grasp.
It was this day in 1983. I had seen on the news about something called “abortion”. Seems that it was the tenth anniversary of it being allowed. So I asked Mom what “abortion” means.
“It means a mother kills her baby before it’s born.”
A chunk of my childhood died that day. There are some who would think of it as “no big deal”. But to me it was the beginning of a loss of innocence. The first bricks of the wall of naivety that had secured this small child away from the madness of man’s own making, come crumbling down to Earth.
“It means a mother kills her baby before it’s born.”
My God.
And then some years later as a ...