The Real Cost of Abortion

An abortion costs approximately $500. If a woman opts for a late term abortion it can cost in the thousands.

$500 to $2000 to evacuate a living child from your uterus. If you multiply these numbers by the number of abortions in each state, country, continent, you get a pretty big number. You get a multi-billion dollar industry.

Abortion is a business and everyone gets paid.

But if I bet if someone offered you all that money in exchange for even one of your children, you wouldn’t take it.

You would not hesitate. Our children are the real treasure. Worth all the money in the world.

White People Live Here

Elea Lee's avatarWanton beauty

You tell yourself it won’t touch you
Or your children
It simply cannot
In your white house
White street
White town
White country

I once lived in a beautiful
White house
Broken ceiling
Come right down

The man and his minions
They fixed it right up
Things that shift and fall

He said

“Now it looks like white people live here”

But they didn’t

Hell, you say when you hear the story
A little girl found dead in a dumpster

You want to believe
It will not touch you

But it will.
Because white people live here
Oh, did you think I was talking about your skin?

Too easy
The color of

…the flag you raise
Quick surrender
Our children for a song,
Nursery rhymes and fairy tale

Wolves all real.

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At the Saginaw Intersection

The last article I posted was heartbreaking–this blog post gives more information and is unbearable.

No one should treat another human being with that kind of savage cruelty.

All we have to look for a–a red truck with a paint splotch.

So start looking. This little girl deserves justice. The children who found her will need help to carry this terrible memory.

And none of us are safe.

Senator Davis–please.

This is on your doorstep, your watch. Do something—poor little one

I know you will say what every other elected official has said to me about the dangers our children face–

it is not my issue.

Make it your issue. Please do something to bring about justice for this poor child. Justice for her and protection for all our little ones.

Please. I am begging you.

My Abortion Stories

Elea Lee's avatarSoul Food Diaries

When I think about abortion I think about the people I know who have had missing family members because someone chose to abort a child.

Hard obsidian stories with no happy conclusions. Just a space where a child should have been.

The etymology and meaning of abortion is worth examining, not just for it’s history or boundaries but the duality of it’s meaning.

In medical terms a miscarriage is referred to as a “missed a-b” or an “a-b” that necessitates surgical extraction.

I have had one of each.

The first was a molar pregnancy.

I went to my first ultrasound expecting see filigree images of a little person. There were none. There were only signs of a child who had been there (however briefly), and the molar tissue left behind.

I knew something was wrong but no one–neither doctors nor techs, told me anything. I left the hospital dazed and…

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What my daughter said about abortion

Let me say this: if my adopted children had been aborted my daughter would have had a normal life. Yet there is not a soul in our lonely little family who thinks that was the answer. Every life has value.

I read my daughter my last post. When I froth at the mouth I know I need an editorial opinion.

She said this–

I think of nature shows I have seen. Elephants will grieve over lost babies. A mother elephant will mourn over the body of her baby born too young to live. Her family-mothers, sisters, aunts, will gather around her and pick up the bones and touch them to remember her–the little one missing.

It seems like people are celebrating killing off babies. It also seems like people cover their guilt by calling it a fetus, not a baby, so they don’t have to picture a living thing that they are killing.

This Generation of Women and abortion

I am astounded by some women. I have yet to hear an abortion story that did not involve pressure to abort, yet here come the vigilante cowgirls advocating celibacy to pressure the menfolk to let you kill your own babies? Medea would be impressed. Darwin maybe? Jesus not so much.

First, let me make it clear–if you are a pro-choice filly in the state of Texas I absolutely agree-you should definitely go with the celibacy protest.

Last time I checked celibacy was the safest way to not get yourself pregnant. So good work girls. Good thinking!! No sex! No gestation! No abortion!

But here is the deal–all the women in the great state of Texas and in the United States today of child bearing age are alive despite Roe v. Wade. Each one of us could have been an abortion. And some of us survived them.

There are hundreds of women who share the heartbreaking reality of being abortion survivors. They lived despite their mothers’ intentions to kill them.

Look them up. Hear their voices.

And the post-menopausal? Shame on you all, you old fools. Don’t tell me how we should all “make some noise” to kill our children and their children.

You gave us Roe v. Wade. You decimated our kindergarten classes, our playmates. You have indeed had your say, old girls.

And I, for one, am ashamed of your bloodied hands and shameless talk.

Too blind to see it is we ourselves who are dying.

If someone tells you they have been abused

Worth repeating.

Worth putting on your refrigerator:

When I first found out that my adopted son had sexually abused children I was in shock. The hours and days that followed were filled with anger, pain, and terrible questions.

They were also filled with calls to the state to report him and forensic interviews.

I understood that I had to revise my view of my son–he was capable of unspeakable harm.

How do we handle stories of unspeakable harm? Not well. We handle them with avoidance, ostracism, excuses, and silence. We blame the victims.

Don’t. Don’t do these things to a crime victim. Do this instead:

Be there and listen. Victims of abuse are all around you. Most will not share their stories because they know if they do they will be viewed as contagious.

Abuse is not sui generis contagious. Ignorance is. Refrain from perpetuating any stereotypes about the abused or their families. Remember, they are the victims.

Explaining to a child how and why an older person would take their innocence is a heartbreaking conversation, but it starts with repair–

What I told my kids was this–sex is like driving a car, good but challenging and not for kids.

Kids should not have to deal with sex–either in advertising, media, a bikini culture, pornography, or abuse.

It is our job to protect them, and we can’t do it by keeping our heads in the sand.

And if they have been hurt by sexual exploitation it is our job to be there to heal what has been broken–the human heart.