That Hopey Changey Thing

'HOPE' photo (c) 2010, Rupert Ganzer - license: http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/2.0/

As I was loading last month’s post at A Deeper Family, I came to the realization that I was scheduled to post on election day. I didn’t break out in a cold sweat, but I sure wasn’t excited about that. I suppose I could have just ignored politics altogether, but that wouldn’t be very honest, and that’s just not how things are done over there. Authenticity is the lifeblood of storytelling. So here we go.

1980-1988 – My mom becomes passionately involved in the right to life movement, so I also become passionately involved in the right to life movement. I take pictures of mutilated embryonic corpses to my fourth grade class. I can identify the differences between a D&C, a saline, and a suction aspiration abortion before I know what an IUD or condom look like. I’m not old enough to vote, but I can march on Washington, D.C. with my “Choose Abstinence” sign. I know nothing about what the candidates believe about foreign policy, economics, or health care, but I know that we vote pro-life, so we like the Republican candidate.

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