Michelle Wilkins’ “Happy Ghost”: The Stinking Thinking of the Abortion Lobby

We’ve learned this week that no murder charges will be filed against a former nurse’s aide who cut the unborn child from the womb of expectant mother Michelle Wilkins.

There’s no question that Dynel Lane will be charged with a crime.  She stabbed Wilkins, then sliced open her abdomen, slicing through the wall of the uterus to remove her seven-month-old fetus.  Lane then abandoned the bleeding mother and carried the now-dead fetus to a local hospital, where she first tried to persuade medical staff that she had just miscarried.  The truth came out, though, and Lane will be charged for  assault in the attack on Michelle Wilkins.

But injuring and causing death to the unborn child?  In a heartless consistency which spotlights the bold absurdity of abortion law post-Roe v. Wade, the State of Colorado cannot call for a charge of “murder” unless the child has lived for a time outside the womb.  Because, after all, unborn fetuses are not “persons” under the law.  No dead “person” = No crime committed.

Boulder County District Attorney Stan Garnett explained:

“Under Colorado law, there’s no way murder charges can be brought if it is not established that the fetus lived as a child outside the body of the mother for some period of time. I don’t know the answer yet as to whether that could be established – what our facts are here. One of the issues that we will need to evaluate in connection with that is the medical information from the autopsy.”

The autopsy revealed that the child had not taken a breath outside the womb; hence it was not, in the eyes of this bad law, a person.

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 There was another dead-baby story that troubled me this week:  the report of a new children’s book published by Mary Walling Blackburn, an associate professor of art at Southern Methodist University’s Meadows School of the Arts.  Blackburn calls those who were denied citizenship in the human race, and who were aborted without ever knowing the loving touch of a mother, “happy ghosts.”

With the unfortunate title of “Sister Apple, Sister Pig,” the book explains through the eyes of a young boy why abortion is a good thing.  According to The Blaze, the 33-page picture book tells a story of a young boy being taught that his sister, who was aborted before he was born, is still around him as a ghost, or an apple, or perhaps even a pig — and is “happy” because of it.

Three-year-old Lee explains why it’s really better that his older sister was aborted, rather than joining his family:

So, Lee explains, he might have had to share his mother’s love, his family’s dinner, even his art supplies!  It’s much better this way, he agrees.

I’m not sure whether any three-year-old child will buy into the lie, without recognizing at some level that parents–even his parents!–are potential killers.

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That Blackburn should guide a small child toward such a callous disregard for life is disheartening to me–but not just on some ethereal, philosophical level.  Let me tell you about my family:

I was the oldest of six children–five girls (Kathy, Cindy, Sandy, Margy and Amy) and a boy (Donny).  My mother loved her parenting role and made certain our dresses were ironed, our shoes polished.  To the observer on Sunday morning, we were a happy family.

But Mom had endured a great sorrow.  She had had difficulty carrying a pregnancy to term; and so we were all born early.  I, at a month and a day early, weighed only 5 lb., 2 oz.  My sister Margy was much more premature, much smaller; my mother came home from the hospital that time with empty arms, while Margy spent four weeks in a hospital incubator, building strength before she could join our busy household.

Worse than the worry about all of us small babies, Mom had miscarried seven times.  The first, Dennis, was lost to miscarriage before I was born–and he was the only one who had a name.  When I was in kindergarten, Mom delivered one premature baby at home and baptized him in the kitchen sink.  Wherever there are gaps between us kids, there was probably another sister or brother who didn’t make it to the planned delivery date and who, now reunited with Mom, waits for the rest of us in heaven.

As the oldest, I remember holding all those new and tiny babies–my surviving sisters and brother–in my arms for the first time.  Margy was born at seven months, just the age of that baby ripped from Michelle Wilkins’ womb.  Were they small humans?  Well, a resounding YES!  Those tiny humans were welcomed into our family with gusto, embraced and loved.  It didn’t matter that our mother had less time to read; we sat together to listen to her stories, or we read stories to one another, then acted them out.  We shared a room, shared a simple dinner at a crowded dinner table, and shared our parents’ time and very limited resources.

The laws which flow from the Supreme Court’s misguided decision in 1972 make liars of us all.  The aborted millions are not “happy ghosts.”  They are our children.