By Kevin D. Williamson
Wednesday, November 30, 2016
Texas has passed a regulation requiring that human
corpses be disposed of in accordance with the state’s regulation for the
disposal of human corpses. That this exercise in tautology was necessary — and
that it is controversial — is a reminder that we live in the golden age of mass
delusion.
The underlying question here, which properly understood
isn’t a question at all, has to do with abortion, and what it is that an
abortion does. The biological answer to that question is straightforward: An
abortion is a procedure in which a physician or another party kills a living
human organism, either prior to birth or in the course of inducing a birth.
About the three relevant criteria — 1) living, 2) human, 3) organism — there is
no serious question: The tissue is living tissue, not dead tissue; it is human
tissue, not rutabaga or koala bear tissue; it is arranged into an individual
organism rather than an organ or a tumor or an extension of the maternal body.
Because the biology is straightforward, maintaining the
fiction that abortion is something other than the premeditated killing of a
living human being requires a retreat into poorly wrought metaphysics. The same
people who will lecture you about science eight days a week inexplicably
embrace pre-modern superstitious notions of “ensoulment” and work up some fine
angels-dancing-on-the-head-of-a-pin material about “personhood,” the legal
construction one uses when one is trying one’s best not to notice that what
happens in an abortion is killing and that what is killed is a distinct and
individual human being.
The abortion ethic is based on a lie: that the procedure
involves nothing more than the elimination of a meaningless clump of cells.
That lie is bound up in a nest of lies of which it is one particularly
poisonous constituent, all of which are aimed at denying the relationship
between sex and procreation or at denying the deep and wide-ranging
consequences of attempting to disrupt that relationship. And that larger tangle
of lies is itself only a constituent of an even more sprawling mess of confusion
and deceit holding that men and women are interchangeable social units, that
motherhood and fatherhood are social fictions that were dreamt up rather than
evolved, and that you, Sunshine, and your desires are the very center of this
universe.
The dead baby in the surgical tray makes all that
nonsense rather hard to sustain.
Texas governor Greg Abbott approved a proposal yesterday
that would forbid treating the bodies of the dead like used bandages or other
medical waste, instead requiring that they be cremated or buried. The burials,
if they come to pass, will be surreal affairs. What would one say? Would the
mother attend?
The rule does not apply to miscarriages or to “abortions
that take place at home,” presumably a reference to pharmaceutically induced
abortions.
The abortion lobby is apoplectic, which is what it always
is, which must get exhausting. NARAL Pro-Choice Texas protests that the move is
a “transparent” attempt to burden abortionists. “The rules target physicians
that provide abortions and the hospitals that care for patients,” says Blake
Rocap, the lawyer for the group. “Transparent” is a funny choice of word: NARAL
is an organization that refuses even to say its own name — it is formerly the
National Abortion Rights Action League — or to acknowledge what sort of
“choice” it is advocating.
Yes, the Texas rule is transparent: It is a transparent
attempt to force Texans to face reality.
It probably will not prevent (at least not directly) a
single abortion from taking place, and, though the particulars of their
condition is unknowable, it seems unlikely that a grave or a dignified
cremation will make the victims feel any better about having had their lives
snuffed out before they had had a chance to take a breath, much less to take a
step or fall in love. The dead, Private Joker informs us, know only one thing:
that it is better to be alive — though Christians, who in one month will
celebrate the Feast of the Holy Innocents, take a different view. Whichever
story is closer to the truth, death is death is death.
But our children are not garbage. Not the living ones,
and not the dead, as resolute as their parents may be in treating them as
though they were. Reality will not be denied. Not for very long. Not in Texas.
Not anywhere.