She stood in the parking lot outside Planned Parenthood, talking with us (40 Days for Life vigil participants). She was trying to convince us, herself, somebody, that abortion was nobody’s business but the person making the decision. “It’s between them and their God,” she said.
What God is that, I wondered.
“They’ll have to answer for what they did.”
Hmmm. My God says that if I don’t reach out to my brothers and sisters in need, then I am going to answer for that, that sin of omission.
“Let me get this straight,” I said. “Let’s say you were on the street and someone was trying to kill you, right in front of me. You wouldn’t want me to try to help?”
“No. ‘Cause it wouldn’t be none of your business.”
What did she say?!
I thought I must have misunderstood. So I tried again.
“You wouldn’t want me to help you. If someone was trying to kill you right in front of me and I could help, you wouldn’t want me to.”
“No, ’cause it ain’t your business.”
Then what, pray tell, is my business?! And let me go on the record right now and say, if you see someone try to kill me or even wound me slightly and you’re standing right there, please, I insist, consider it your business to butt in and help me! Do not, I repeat, do not shrug your shoulders and walk away, leaving me to myself and my fate. Please do consider this an invitation to stick your nose in and save my life!