A Woman’s Right to Choose… What, Exactly?
“I believe in a woman’s right to choose…”
The sentence never ends. It just dangles there, incomplete, empty, assumed to be righteous but never defined.
Try this instead:
“I believe in a person’s right to decide…” (To decide what?)
“I believe in the right to take action…” (What kind of action?)
“I support the right to make a choice…” (A choice to do what?)
A half-finished sentence is not an argument. It is a shield for those who refuse to speak plainly about what they are defending.
Because what is this “choice”? It is the choice to have a child put to death.
No one dares to finish the sentence because saying it out loud exposes the horror of it. The body inside her body is not her body. It is another human being—a son or daughter with a heartbeat, fingers, toes, and a soul created by God.
That child ought to have rights. But in a nation where the law treats them as disposable, they don’t. The government refuses to protect them, the culture ignores them, and their own mothers are given legal permission to destroy them. The most basic human right—the right to live—is denied to them in the very place that should be safest: the womb.
Imagine if other great evils were excused by this kind of language:
“I believe in a person’s right to choose… to own a slave.”
“I believe in a man’s right to choose… to beat his wife instead.”
“I believe in a nation’s right to choose… to exterminate a weaker people.”
We would recoil in disgust, because no one has the right to commit murder, oppression, or injustice—not even when the law permits it.
Abortion is not a private matter. It is not a “medical procedure.” It is an act of violence against the weakest and most defenseless members of our society.
This is not an issue of choice. It is an issue of justice.
To those who repeat the phrase without thought: Finish the sentence. Say what you mean. Own the reality of what you are defending. And then ask yourself if you truly believe it.
Because some choices should never be an option.