In May of 2009, I announced that I was pregnant. I announced it here at Skepchick. I announced it on Twitter. I announced it on Facebook. I announced it everywhere. I was pregnant.
Three weeks later, I was no longer pregnant.
It was heartbreaking. It was soul crushing. It was painful, physically. But it wasn’t out of the ordinary. In fact it’s incredibly ordinary. I’ve seen estimates as high as 50-60% of fertilized eggs never make it to the delivery room, not counting induced abortions. Is that number high? I don’t know. Maybe. But for today’s discussion, it’s not really that important. What’s important is that women are having miscarriages all around you. Right now. Everywhere. And, in most of those cases, no one knows why.
And right now, in GA, State Rep Bobby Franklin is trying to make those women into felons. Felons facing the death penalty. For murdering their fetuses.
Well, not all of them. Just the ones who can prove that “there is no human involvement whatsoever in the causation of such event.”
To ensure that no cold-blooded fetus murders (also known amongst the hyper-politically correct as “women who are grieving the unexpected loss of their children” or “heartbroken hopeful mothers”) slip through the cracks, any time a woman has a miscarriage, a murder investigation is to be opened to determine whether there was “no human involvement whatsoever.” Which, is pretty much unknowable but is usually assumed.
I’ve experienced two miscarriages, that I know of, in my life. Both of those times, every medical professional I dealt with, every piece of literature I read, everyone I talked to reiterated the same thing: it was not my fault. In 2009, I had a D&C and we sent the embryo to a pathologist.
The results? Nothing.
We could not know what caused the miscarriage.
But I did have coffee while I was pregnant. And I did take nausea meds. And I did drink alcohol a few nights before the test came up positive. And I didn’t get enough sleep. And I didn’t eat 3 balanced meals a day. And I didn’t avoid heavy lifting. And I skipped my prenatal vitamins. I had a list in my head of every single thing I could have possibly done wrong, recalling every single step I took during that pregnancy.
And all those things are things a million other women do every day while having perfectly normal pregnancies. But no matter, that paragraph above could be enough of an admission to convict me of murder under this law.
Fortunately, I live in Illinois… and even in GA, until the law passes, it’s still legal for a pregnant woman to walk past a smoker on the sidewalk without having to worry about getting the death penalty. (Grandfathered in, SUCKAAAAZZZ!)
I don’t get it. I can’t imagine that this bill could pass; I am positive it won’t (you can’t put women to death for not being able to prove they’re not murderers), but how does a person even write this? I immediately assumed it was a Poe… and then I read the bill… and it doesn’t seem like satire. There’s no wink. There’s no little gem in there to tell me that what I’m reading is meant to be a shot at the prolife movement. It’s just the same old “women are inherently murderers who hate babies and should be put to death because they get pregnant” story we’re used to… or something.
How can you hate women so much and, at the same time, demand that they make even more women, and threaten them with death if they do not?
I have no snark. Only disbelief and a loss of faith in humanity. I can’t even rant. I want to, but what can I say besides: