. . . being, an example of an actual, genuine grassroots-based movement of conscience and reformation in a civilisation giving itself over to ruinous marches of folly driven by toxic agit prop. (It also follows up from the recent post on the three marches, here; and the updated live streaming of the march, here.) Thanks are due to one of the UD family, who I will call X, as given the cyber stalking and on the ground stalking and fringe of dangerous creeps who lurk in the shadows surrounding UD, that is a regrettable necessity.
Let me add, a video contrast of two marches just one week apart:
X, you know yourself, and heartfelt thanks go to you for giving us an eyewitness report, complete with pictures that themselves tell a story by utter, telling contrast with the other two marches:
>>X‘s March for Life 2017 Report
I traveled to Washington DC last week with my girlfriend Y to attend the 2017 March for Life, which is held annually “to provide all Americans with a place to testify to the beauty of life and the dignity of each human person” and to remember January 22, 1973, “the infamous historic day the Supreme Court invalidated 50 state laws and made abortion legal and available on demand throughout the United States in the now-infamous decisions in Roe v Wade and Doe v Bolton.”
I have made it a point to go to the March every year, although I have sometimes been thwarted by things like illness and weather, so my attendance has not been perfect since I decided the March was to become part of my life a decade ago. I intend to keep going back until I am physically unable, which I hope is later down the line rather than sooner.
In previous years on the morning of the March, my buddy Z and I have watched television coverage of the March while throwing down breakfast at our hotel, which is to say we watched coverage of people protesting the March, because the March itself was never covered by big media. Yes, you read that right. This year, however, the buzz around was that it was going to be finally given some attention by what’s supposed to be news reporting, because of some big names that were going to be around.
This year, after an early complimentary breakfast of course, my traveling companions and I caught the V-line Metro from W-ville, [ . . . ] into town and we were soon walking from the station to the Washington Monument, where the Rally for Life was going to be held. We got notification from March resources that since VP Pence was going to be speaking at the rally, we had to get there early to get through the security checkpoints in time, which was like going through security at the airport, with metal detectors to walk through and personal items being subject to examination, and so forth.
We were lucky we got there as early as we did (about 9:30am), because shortly after picking out a spot to stand on near the main stage, long lines of people began to coalesce along Constitution Ave and flow into the space. I mean the lines were all the way down as far as we could see. Furthermore during the rally itself, you could see crowds of people lined up on either side of the venue, behind the fences, because there was no room left in the official rally area or they just couldn’t get in because of the long lines. I wanted to meet with my cousins who came also, but they never made it in.
Normally, I do not use much of my time to listen to political speakers anymore, even if they are devoted Pro-Lifers like me. I’ve heard it all before. But I will say, what I was impressed by was the mere presence of VP Pence, and Kellyanne Conway (Trump advisor), and Mia Love (first GOP black woman ever elected), and Ben Watson (NFL). A group of young American Heritage Girls led the Pledge of Allegiance, which was heartwarming, and there is the opening and closing prayers to the rally, which are very inspirational to me and unify all the different faith traditions represented there.
The talking went on too long and there is always a bottleneck when the March itself starts and hundreds of thousands of people are all trying to walk down the same street at the same time. So we waited and waited and waited, pressed on all sides by people, while our turn to start marching from the Washington Mall up the road to the Capitol Building came. If you are claustrophobic, I do not recommend participation in this.
One of the most fascinating things you see when you attend the March are the signs. You get to see so many signs in so many shapes and sizes from so many places across the country made by so many different people that say so many things about how precious life is. One of these days, I’m going to go to the March and just take pictures of signs and say hello to the people holding the signs and make a book about it. As one of the speakers at the rally said, we welcome everyone to march with us.
Being on your feet from 9am until 3pm or so, without sitting, takes it’s toll on your back. I have lower back issues from time to time and I almost got worried that I would cause a flare-up or something. Miraculously, when Y and I found a sidewalk bench to sit on for 5 minutes, it was like a healing. We were able to continue on up to the Capitol. The only other thing that threatened to interrupt our March was one of the many food trucks that lined the street for awhile. Keep marching, soldier!
The March for Life only happens once a year, but there are many Pro-Life ministries to get involved with if a person is serious about the issue, as I try to be. I’ve been volunteering at a local pregnancy center for the past three years, helping single women with educational materials and assisting with shopping in the store for donated baby stuff we have at the center. The center is launching a men’s outreach too, which I am helping get off the ground, along with a prayer group there that I have volunteered to lead. There’s lots of work to be done.>>
It is time for us to face what we have done as a civilisation, and what we continue to do.
Let us ponder the grim reality of 800+ million members of our unborn posterity slaughtered in the womb since the 1970’s, and rising at a further million per WEEK. Then, let us understand how corrupting such blood guilt is, and how it must seep into everything, everywhere, shaping our worldview and civilisational agenda through the seven mountain-citadels that dominate any community:
Then, let us ask ourselves, how we can awaken our deadened consciences and souls, and how we can by God’s grace find a saner, better way by a realistic path of reform; illuminated by understanding the signs in life itself and in the cosmos that point to its design by an intelligent being. One who clearly made us as responsibly, rationally free and morally governed. END