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Women Beget and Deserve Free Choice
Two-thirds of the way through my junior year in high school, I dropped out of the fourth Christian school I’d been to since the sixth grade and started attending Riverview High School. To put it into context, the graduating classes of my first three schools numbered between four and forty when I finally graduated with a class of over six hundred. To ease my way into this new world of secular education, for one of my first oral presentations in my new public speech class, I chose to speak about abortion.
Although I had only kissed two girls at that age (if you don’t count the peck by the girl next door when I was five) and proudly clung to my virginity (as if I had a choice), I had determined that abortion was nothing short of murder. Always the clever showman, I even had a six point outline that allowed me to write the word MURDER on the chalkboard in big letters. And although my teacher Mr. Fugate tried to thank me off the stage after I wrote the D, I pushed on through to finish all of my points.
All these years later, I don’t remember what all of the points of the outline actually were, but I also no longer think that abortion is murder. It’s tragic, no doubt. Although I’ve talked to a few women who seemed to be able to shrug it off as a medical procedure, I…