Victimhood’s Badge of Honor
Commentary
I’ll never forget her face. It was objectively beautiful, but hardly perceptible, masked by contortions of anger and revenge. We met on the sidewalk outside the local abortion clinic. I can’t remember her name, but I will never forget her face and her rage.
She was pregnant with a baby conceived by a faithless father. How could she possibly carry this baby? And what better revenge upon him than to kill his child, she explained to me, enraged, on an unusually sunny afternoon in Oregon. As we talked, it was clear she was the victim of a no-good man, which she felt gave her permission to do whatever she wanted with his (and her) child….