Down Syndrome: We Live among Killers

Mother of a Down syndrome child gets to hear postpartum abortion suggestions.

pregnant belly

This is the best comeback I have ever read about. Sherry Clair was in the grocery store checkout counter with her young Down Syndrome child. At The Mighty blog, she writes

…the cashier … gave me sad eyes and spit poison in a whisper, “I bet you wish you had known before he came out. You know they have a test for that now…”

Shock, horror, hurt and fury coursed through my body. I considered jerking her over the register and beating her senseless. I looked her up and down; I could take her.

Instead I used wit. I smiled a crazy lady smile. “I know right?! It’s so much harder to get rid of them once they come out. Believe me I’ve tried…” Jackpot! Her mouth dropped open, and she stared at me in shock. I leaned over the register and whispered to her, “What you’re saying is that it’s OK for me to kill him while he’s inside but not outside? In my book there isn’t a difference. For the record, we knew everything about him during my pregnancy. He’s our son now, and he was our son then. There is no way in hell that I would let any harm come to either of my children, including during the time that they’re so ridiculously considered disposable.”

Clair goes on to basically make excuses for the cashier and everyone who is like her. She makes it seem like this is merely a matter of ignorance. People need to learn more facts or have some personal experiences.

[See also, “USA Today Laments Pro-Life Bill Might Protect Down Syndrome Babies.”]

I know she is trying to be nice. I know also that her manner might conceivably help win someone over (though how unwavering would they be?).

But I don’t think she is right about those who wish her son dead. Ignorance is not the problem. If ignorance plays a role it is a subservient role to a disinterest in knowing the truth. Stupidity is cultivated for its perceived advantages.

People are casual killers all around us. They wish other people dead on the most spurious pretexts. Too old. Not intelligent enough. Perhaps soon obesity will be given as a compassionate reason for wishing someone had never been born alive.