Last night Florida (the state with the prettiest name!) inched closer to a rightist colony that punishes women for lacking the insurance to visit the gynecologist and for being born with systems unable to register a pregnancy before the new deadline. On an almost party-line vote, the state senate approved House Bill 5, aka the Fifteen-Week Abortion Bill, aka the We Hate Women Bill.
The floor debate transcript reveals the extent to which Republicans will counter a plea for compassion with an affirmation of selfishness.
“I’ve been a lot of the people that you’ve talked about. I’ve lived in poverty. I’ve had two children, and I’ve worked three jobs without an education. I’ve been raped, and I’ve had an abortion,” said Rep. Dana Trabulsy, R-Fort Pierce. “I was always pro-life — until I had a choice. And then I had a choice, and I selfishly made the choice to have an abortion.” “I’m ashamed because I will never get to know the unborn child that I could have had. My children will never know their brother or sister,” Trabulsy later added.
I’m sorry Trabulsy regrets ending her pregnancy. Let other women make their own decisions. Mind your fucking business.
But my home state has company as breeding ground for fuckwits. NPR spoke to Pennsylvanian teen Nicolas Montero, who had to sneak around his parents for his two vaccinations after his parents prohibited him. Now, he says, he feels free — he can even visit Abuela.
To cope with the tension at home, Montero has doubled down on his extracurriculars: He’s learning to pole vault for the track team. He joined the school paper, on top of world language and environmental action clubs.
Each evening after school, he lays claim to one of the private rooms at the public library, where he spreads out his books across a small desk and diligently does his homework. Recently, he was working on a paper about the history of U.S. involvement in Puerto Rico, where his grandmother is from. He was reading a thick book on the Puerto Rican independence movement.
“When I started reading this book, like almost every single page, my mouth is just wide open,” said Montero. “Like, I couldn’t believe that these things happened to my people.”
He hopes to visit the island one day and is learning to cook Puerto Rican dishes from his grandmother in the meantime, which he can now do without constantly worrying that he might infect her.
I’m proud of this kid learning on his own that one’s parents can take one so far before they order you into the grave in which they lie. He even wrote a terrific op-ed for his school paper whose clarity would make my college students gnash their teeth. I don’t believe, as Whitney Houston did, that children are our future, but living in fear of your children because they see a future in which your bile and rage play no part is a phenomenon we gotta recognize.