“It is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma; but perhaps there is a key.” Winston Churchill
Mr. Social Justice, you confuse me. You talk of loving like Jesus. You turn your back on the church in disgust and throw up your hands judging it hypocritical. You blog about children trapped in human trafficking and you are quick to write “LOVE” on your arms in indelible ink. You adopt vegan lifestyles and march in front of chicken restaurants bringing attention to the inhumane treatment of animals.
I admire your convictions, Mr. Social Justice, but you do have me confused. You are angry at consumerism and the lavish lifestyles of Americans but you drop $20 on concert tickets and drive 200 miles to bang your head to the riffs of one band after another. You drop twenties for t-shirts, burlap patches and buttons that carry the slogans of your causes.
But all that is okay, Mr. Social Justice. That isn’t what confuses me most. What confuses me most is that 1.3 million children have their lives ended each year in this country. More than 4,000 are terminated every day. Where is your outcry, Mr. Social Justice? Why do you consistently vote for candidates who promise to move to expand the practice of terminating life? Do you somehow believe the answer to our social ills is actually to kill human beings before they might be born into poverty? Why will you defend chickens and battle fishermen saying that all life is equal but you are surprisingly silent when it comes to defending the voiceless child in its mother’s womb?
I truly do admire your determination, Mr. Social Justice. I admire your commitment to your causes. I join you in your fight to end human trafficking. I stand beside you in your efforts to bring clean water and mosquito nets to Africa. I am angry at evil men who put guns into the arms of children and march them into war.
But, you are a mystery to me, Mr. Social Justice. Why have you turned your backs on the voiceless in support of something called a “woman’s right to choose?” Why do you fight greenhouse gasses and remain silent on abortion? Do you truly believe that the problem is that we have too many people on this planet and that the solution is to limit the population by ending human life?
Please, Mr. Social Justice, could you spare these children some room on your blog or a place on your bumper to speak up about ending abortion? Could you maybe write their names on your arms?
Please, Mr. Social Justice. Please be outraged.