Dear Pro-life sister,
You walk a hard road. It seems that everyone believes you should have a voice until the moment you speak up for the sanctity of life. Once you do that, people dismiss you as being anti-woman, anti-feminist, and unintelligent. Obviously, you must be brainwashed. You must be submissive and a subject of misogyny, because a strong woman wouldn’t feel the way you do. You must be hateful and judgmental of other women, because otherwise there’s no way you would dare take away the rights of others.
People write entire articles about how you are not allowed to call yourself a feminist.
Organizers of marches tell you you are not welcome.
You’re told that you have betrayed the sisterhood.
I want you to know that I see you.
I see you fighting to make life better for women. You fight for equal pay, access to adequate health care, paid family leave, and affordable childcare. You demand better schools, safer neighborhoods, and that no child goes hungry.
I see your sadness.
I see the way you try to keep your heart from breaking when a woman says her only choice is to have an abortion. You start donating to community baby showers and buying diapers for the single mother who is scared out of her mind. You donate your time to crisis pregnancy centers, in the hopes that no woman feels she isn’t able to choose life.
I see your anger.
People have hijacked the name of your movement. You are furious that when people think pro-life, they think “pro-fetus” and not pro-child, pro-woman, pro family. You hate that people think only “old white misogynists who want to control women’s bodies” could ever feel the way you do.
I see your love.
Your love for the unborn, and your love for the women who have abortions. I see you giving your time to Project Rachel and other post-abortive healing organizations. I see you praying for the conversion of abortion workers, and offering them a path to a different career.
Not only do I see you, but I want to say the one thing you probably never hear:
Keep on fighting. Keep on loving.