During a telephonic communication in 1994, McCorvey informed her (the person with the mature uterus) biological offspring that she (the offspring) should thank her (the person not allowed to have had her [the person "not allowed" (certainly NOT the "person" not allowed to have become a person)] abortion). (Huh. You can see we're having pronoun trouble.) Replied the non-aborted now-human being, the daughter (because she became human by having been given live-birth), to the mother (person who has not, in the specific instance, had an abortion, which is a matter between a woman [either a person with a uterus slash ovaries, and slash or a vagina slash birth canal, or, by declaration slash feeling] and her abortionist [pardon all this slashing]), "What! I'm supposed to thank you for getting knocked up...and then giving me away?" Well. That's harsh. She (the post-fetus in question) stated that she (ibid) "would never, ever thank her for not aborting me".
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| Gloria Allred (attorney) & Norma McCorvey ("Roe"), c 1989 |
McCorvey published her autobiography in 1994. The following year she was baptized and became an anti-abortion activist.
In another place, long ago, I wrote the following:
Norma McCorvey. Do you recognize the name? Perhaps you know her by another name. Jane Roe. Of Roe v. Wade – the Supreme Court case that struck down all regulation of abortion in the US. Sometime around '94 I saw her interviewed by Tom Snyder on his late night interview program. She was working at an abortion counseling center, and Operation Rescue, a pro-life Christian group, had moved into the next office. I recall she laughed and sneered at their hammering on the walls, pretending to be hanging pictures when it was so clear to her that they were just trying to harass the pro-choicers. I remember she made allusions to her wiccan faith or the goddess or some such. I remember Tom Snyder encouraging her, ending with, “Don’t let the bastards get you down.” She smiled and said, “Oh no, I won’t.”Some months later I heard that she had become Christian, and was working with Operation Rescue. It is a secret, but I’m a passionate guy…don’t spread it around. And I sat there and sobbed like a little girl.
So. That's one famous fetus. There are three others. The one in the film, Rosemary's Baby. 
It's fictional, but all fetuses are fictional, in that they're not real and don't matter yet.
The final two are those that would evolve into the well-known second cousins, Jesus of Nazareth and John the Baptist (cf Luke 1:41-44).
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My first grandchild, a girl, was born today. 5 am. Four hour labor. 8 pounds nine ounces. That's a big baby girl. 20 percent above average. Precisely full term. Superb health, of course. My son was early and therefore underweight, but superbly healthy. Of course.
My son and his bride are both deeply invested in health and fitness, so their preconception nutrition was, of course, superb. And her pregnancy nutrition was, well, as should be expected. Superb. Midwife, home birth. Someone who has expertise in the matter said the placenta -- they'd never seen any other as healthy -- big and lots of veins -- whatever it is that it should have. This is not a minor thing, although certainly not mainstream.
The womb of a woman who wants an abortion -- that womb is a toxic workplace, toxic environment. The fetus is at work, growing, maturing. Living. Living for as long as it's allowed to. My daughter in law's womb was a place of care and love. Of diligence and responsibility.
So there it is. This child, my grand daughter, was never a fetus. She has always been human.
That's what love does. Without it, there is such a thing in this world, as a fetus, that is aborted.
J
PS - I skimmed this. I cannot bear to read it.
J
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