I am a Conservative woman

by Rhonda Robinson


I am the “product” of an unwanted pregnancy. I am also an adopted daughter, the mother of six girls, and grandmother of six little granddaughters.

For most American teenage girls, an unwanted pregnancy would be the first real adult crisis they have to face. It makes me furious that there is an entire industry waiting to pounce on these girls in their most vulnerable time.

Under the best of circumstances full grown women have a hard time making simple decisions in their first trimester, let alone a pregnant teen in a crisis.

The reality is that a girl of 15 years of age can’t possibly understand how this decision will affect her when she is 30. That is a lifetime away to her.

Conventional liberal wisdom says it would be better to send her to someone with something to sell her for guidance.

Proponents of abortion hide behind the smoke screen that the baby could have been conceived in a sexually abusive or incestuous relationship. In that case, the parents should be notified and arrests should be made.

Crimes aside, in the real world where most of us are trying to raise our families, we understand that teenagers (especially adolescent girls) are notorious for underestimating the love and understanding of their parents.

It is the average girl who loves her family that is most likely to be misguided by “counselors” promising to keep her secret and make it all go away. And she won’t have to disappoint her parents—sounds like an easy answer to a complicated problem.

I remember sitting in my high school classroom, when a woman from Planned Parenthood came to talk to us. She assured us that our parents would not have to know, and that an abortion is as simple as "picking a flower."

Tell that to Angele, who aborted her baby boy, Rowan, on April 2, 2005. Angele wrote to Jill Stanek, a pro-life nurse and told her that she had delivered her almost 23-week-old baby in an abortion mill bathroom.

The grave reality of the situation struck her when she saw her baby move--in the bottom of the toilet. She said everything she feared up to that moment melted in the face of her dying baby. Angele begged for help, the abortion nurse only shut the bathroom door on her and left her alone with her dying newborn.

She frantically called her friend, who in turn called 911. Angele did what any mother would do, all she could do. She cradled her baby and sang to him.

He turned his head to his mother’s voice, and with his hand clasped around his mother’s finger—he died in her arms.

How many young mothers share Angele’s story, but are too devastated to talk about it?

I see the abortion industry as nothing more than a bunch of vultures, claiming to be angels, waiting to swoop down on the wounded and devour the helpless.

Are you pro-choice? Behind the high sounding political spin there is a stark reality that too many mothers realize too late. That in fact there are only two choices—to deliver a live baby, or deliver a dead baby.

Today we politicize life and death. President Obama has stated that if one of his girls made a mistake, he wouldn’t want her “punished” with a child.

Let’s take the polish off the fine words. If his daughter made a mistake, he would pay to have his own granddaughter put to death before she took her first breath.

Call me what you want. I make no apologies; I am a Conservative and a third-generation pro-lifer. All because my 15 year-old birth mother, together with her parents, chose life--and my daughters, grand-daughters, and I are alive today to thank them.