I contemplated attending the Women’s March on Washington for about a nano-second before I figured out it was not my march.
On Friday, January 13 – a week before the march – New Wave Feminists, a Texas-based pro-life feminist group, was added to the event’s official list of partners. Wow, I thought, maybe this is a sign that modern feminism is beginning to acknowledge that a moral opposition to abortion and a desire for political, economic and social equality of the sexes are not mutually exclusive.
On Monday, January 16 in response to prominent feminists’ cries of foul, march leadership revoked New Wave Feminists’ partnership status stating, “the anti-choice organization in question is not a partner of the Women’s March on Washington. We regret the error.”
Linda Sarsour, activist and event co-chairwomen called organizers’ initial decision to include New Wave Feminists a “mistake.”
“If you want to come to the march,” she declared, “you are coming with the understanding that you respect a woman’s right to choose.”
For the record, I respect a woman’s right to choose. I simply believe the time to assert that right comes before conceiving a child. Not after. The sanctity of a pregnant woman’s life does not trump the sanctity of her unborn child’s. Prenatal rights are human rights.
For the record, I also respect the rights of the organizers to exclude pro-life feminists. I resent, however, the ignorant claims that the march is for all women. It’s not. As much as I disagree with Lisa Sarsour, at least she had the moral courage to speak the truth: “If you want to come to the march, you are coming with the understanding that you respect a woman’s right to choose.” That is why… #NotMyMarch
In retrospect, even if the leadership had made room for pro-life feminists to march in solidarity, there would not have been a place for me. Although many of our convictions overlap, I’m not hamstrung on my vagina the way modern pro-choice feminists are. I am pro-women’s rights. I am pro-life. I am pro-dignity. Parading around Washington in “Pussyhats” proclaiming the “Power of Pussy” or dressing up like a vagina with a sign that says I AM WOMAN HEAR MY PUSSY ROAR does absolutely nothing to advance the feminist movement. In fact, it’s degrading to women and sets us back several decades. This is not standing on the shoulders of the great women who came before us by any measure. It’s offensive. It’s embarrassing to call oneself a feminist in this generation. Call me old fashioned. Call me Pro-life. Most of all, call me Pro-dignity. #NotMyMarch.
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