Mike

Cross-posted.

I wrote this post in the immediate aftermath of my experiences at the March For Life, and have revised it since. I was going to sit on it, and wait for inspiration in expanding my piece into essay-length. However, the recent decision of the Susan G. Komen Foundation to rescind funding for Planned Parenthood – which would undercut the organization’s ability to provide breast cancer screening to the economically disadvantaged – spurred to me to post this, as is, with the possibility of future journalism on an issue that I feel is very necessary to discuss: the radicalization of children.

The sky pressed downwards on Washington D.C., swallowing its formidable landmarks in fog and rain. Clouds obscured the Washington Monument and the Capitol Rotunda and licked the roof of the tower at the Old Post Office. The remnants of the prior weekend’s snowfall was crisp and slushy, an elemental flux that the Chesapeake seems fond of this time of year, and the mud is found in cakes and streaks across the pavement. While this weather is foreboding, the general consensus of the several-thousand strong1 pro-life 39th Annual March For Life held today at the National Mall seemed to favor it as a kind of divine trial of their will.

I had never seen an anti-choice2 rally of any real magnitude before. My university, a mid-sized state school in Pennsylvania, featured the type of radical folks with the sandwich boards ...