Last night we watched “Django Unchained.” If you haven’t seen it, I won’t spoil it but basically it’s about a slave who is bought by a bounty hunter to help him with his job. The bounty hunter and Django formulate a scheme to rescue Django’s enslaved wife. So, throughout the movie, you see slaves being mistreated (okay, they are being mistreated just by being enslaved, no matter how “nice” their master was to them. But I didn’t know how else to put it.) and it made me feel so angry and sad for them because even though it’s a movie, that stuff did really happen. And Spencer and I are sitting there feeling very uncomfortable after a scene where dogs are released to rip to shreds a runaway slave.
You feel like you need to say something in a moment like that. I don’t know why. I avert my eyes because it’s just so sickening and I can feel Spencer’s eyes on me. I don’t know why. You feel the need to acknowledge how wrong it is. I don’t know why. Just so everyone knows that you find it just horrendous? Isn’t that so obvious that we shouldn’t have to make eye contact or say anything at all? I don’t know. So I just didn’t look at him. But I still felt the urge. And I don’t know why.
But what I kept thinking in those moments is how every time us modern day white folks watch or read about slavery, we like to think we would’ve done something about it. We would’ve done something. But, the reality is, most of us wouldn’t have. Let that sink in and really think about it. Imagine you lived in the south back then. Imagine about 1 in 3 of your friends owned slaves or were related to someone who did. Imagine that some of your friends said that they would never own a slave themselves but that they didn’t mind if others did. And imagine your government said slavery was totally cool. What would you do? Not look when the slaves were being whipped? Encourage people not to whip their slaves and make sure they were fed? Maybe pray about it? But most of us wouldn’t DO anything. For one thing, we wouldn’t know what we could do and for another, we would be afraid people would get mad at us if we vocalized our feelings about how wrong slavery is. So, yeah, we would preoccupy ourselves with other evils of our age and turn a blind eye to the biggest one happening right in our backyards. And when we were old and slavery had been abolished our grandkids might ask us if we helped fight against slavery with hope in their voices. And we would be ASHAMED of ourselves when we said “Well, I never owned a slave.” Or, “Well, I wrote a letter to the local slave owners and asked them not to whip their slaves.” Or, “Our church prayed about it one Sunday every year.” And we should be ashamed. And we should cry out for forgiveness. If we lived back then.
So, I think you know where I’m going with this one. When our grandkids are watching a movie about abortion and they are seeing how babies are LITERALLY RIPPED LIMB FROM LIMB or POISONED WITH SALINE or CUT OFF FROM THE UMBILICAL CORD which obviously causes them to die from a lack of nutrition and oxygen, they are going to be horrified. And they are going to ask us what we did to help the defenseless. And we are going to give a real answer that says we tried everything we could or we are going to avoid eye contact as we tell them that we voted pro-life or that we participated in Sanctity of Life Sunday at our church. I’m dead stinkin’ serious, friends. Maybe you’ll say, “Well, I was too busy working on human trafficking.” Human trafficking is horrible. I know it. But here’s why I don’t think we can sacrifice abortion for trafficking: Mainly because trafficking is illegal and abortion is not. Yes, it still happens but at least our government isn’t condoning, even advocating, it. At least we can all agree that trafficking is bad. Abortion needs a lot of help and publicity to get to trafficking status. I’m not saying don’t help end human trafficking. I’m saying don’t do that instead.
If you don’t even know how babies are killed in an abortion, you need to read this. It explains the different methods. In case you thought it was civilized murder. Don’t be like the neighbor who thought the plantation owner’s slaves were just a part of the family and happy to be such. Don’t be so afraid of hurting the slave owner’s feelings or making him feel guilty that you let people die.