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By Eric Anthony Kallins

I recently had an epiphany, or perhaps you could call it a change of heart. Or maybe you can say that I put two plus two together, but either way I now question one of the most controversial issues our country faces, both politically & socially. I don’t like insects in my house, whether flying or crawling. I am amazed that these simple creatures, tiny by our standards, have so much finesse, agility and skill, especially the flying ones. They not only fly about my house with speed and awareness of space, but when I’m hunting them with my flyswatter, their ability to swiftly jump out of the way of something that, to their size, would appear like an incoming missile, is both remarkable and frustrating to me. I’m sure everyone has experienced this futile chase, running after that one irritating fly around their house. That these tiny creatures have a tiny, simple brain and yet their sense of self and will for survival seems as strong as ours.

And that is the essence of this writing, but in order to show the above equation (two + two) I need to carry this comparison to its lethal conclusion: because when I finally win the battle, and swat the fly, it would be the equivalent of this tiny, one gram organism being hit directly by a freight train slamming into it and 80 miles an hour. And yet it’s still alive, struggling to move out of the way. Its tiny legs are still running in place; its wings (if it still has them) are fluttering helplessly in an attempt to fly away. It squirms and wiggles with all its remaining might to try and defend itself; to try and stay alive. Its will to live is evident. Having pity on this dying creature, I often swat it again, and again. No matter how many crushing blows I land on its broken body, it still moves whatever fragments have not yet been destroyed. It’s a will to live, and I can only imagine the horror of seeing a dog or cat hit by a car go through the same death dance.

This is where I put two + two together, and it may not make me the most popular person in the Bay Area environment. I find myself questioning my feelings on the Right to Life/Right to Choose issue. What is going on in the womb to a fetus during an abortion procedure? At three months? Four months or six? Is that small creature struggling, flailing for its own survival? If he has tiny legs, are they kicking away the suction or whatever tool the abortionist is using on him? That will to live, to survive, to have a future in the life that he has. If I see this in a simple insect, what is going on inside a mother’s womb? Is he literally fighting for his life? I have never seen or witnessed an abortion; I don’t know if I’d want to. I don’t know the details of how it is done; I’ve never researched it, nor am I motivated to do so. But adding the above two things, I don’t know if we are morally accepting something that needs more thought.

I know, I know. I’m a man, and we men have it easy. Essentially, we have sex, feel good for the night and can walk away. Hopefully, we follow through with the relationship, and join our family. But the woman has to go through pregnancy, make life changing decisions that can affect her career, education and her future. I know (and don’t have to be lectured) about how various societies have, and still do suppress women, often because they are life-bearing. Look at how women are treated today, in third world and Muslim countries – shrouded head-to-toe in burkes; stoned to death for even a rumor of talking with an unrelated boy or man; and banned from education, jobs and even driving a car.

And it’s only in recent history, comparatively, that women have entered education and employment opportunities here in the United States. And it is still a challenge, with military duties and the famous glass ceiling still being sought. I know, I know, you don’t have to tell me that. So how do I explain my change(ing) of heart? I’m actually still undecided. All the factors above come into play. But there are three entities involved in this issue: Women, Men and the babies. We talk about rights, but what about the rights of the (unborn) babies? (Or fetuses, which somehow sterilizes that creature.)  Stigmatizing (or vilifying) Right to Life people as Christian fanatics is a well-worn strategy of the Left. They’re stupid, or don’t appreciate the struggles of women not only to control their bodies but control and exceed in their lives. I take that all into consideration, and fully support women to rise to the top of their fields and education (that last part has already been achieved in the U.S., if you look at enrollment in colleges & graduate schools). I want to see women excel in science, engineering and all professions up to and including the highest – President). If that’s the two, the other two is what I laid out in the first part of this writing. And I can’t come up with an easy answer, an easy equation. I’m not a religious person, but lately I’ve come to believe in the soul. That unmistakable life force that keeps us going, that affects those in our life, and, dare I say it, that stays with we living after a loved or admired person is gone. I’ve felt it, and I believe it. No matter what or how science-worshipping people try, no one has figured out what happens to us after we die (or before we are born.)