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I am a bad prolifer.

It’s not a matter of where I stand on the issue of abortion. Few political hot buttons are as unmuddled as this one. Abortion kills a human being and is no more just than the slaughter of innocents in a time of war. The fetus is not the mother’s body. The science is clear. Difficult circumstances should be met with compassion but not used to justify murdering the unborn.

What I mean is that I don’t do anything to help the cause. I avoid sharing prolife posts on Facebook for fear of further estranging my aunts who have not yet come around to see the truth of things. I don’t usually even consider going to prolife marches because I have very little faith in the efficacy of such displays. I don’t go and pray outside of abortion clinics or volunteer at crisis pregnancy centers. I’m not a member of the prolife club on campus. I don’t go to prolife dinners or pray prolife rosaries or donate to prolife fundraisers.

And there’s no real reason for my inactivity and negligence and by-standerness.

Abortion is deplorable. The least I can do is say a Hail Mary.