The Eternal Advent of Pro-Life Activism
PRO-LIFERS GO TO JAIL
“There is perhaps nothing we modern people need more than to be genuinely shaken up. Where life is firm we need to sense its firmness; and where it is unstable and uncertain and has no basis, no foundation, we need to know this too and endure it.” — Fr. Alfred Delp, S.J.
The music is blasting, people are laughing, and suddenly a conga line forms.
Weddings can be fun, and this one happens to be the fanciest one I have ever attended, with a live band and an ocean view. I am gliding on the copious amounts of free food and alcohol when my phone rings.
I glance at the familiar number and race outside. “You are receiving a call from…,” the robotic voice states. My heart leaps as I press #1 to accept. The signal is bad, so I start yelling, “Father! Father! How is prison?”
Two women stare at me in shock and then walk away. Quite embarrassing. But this is life when half your friends are pro-life political prisoners.
I was never a normal child growing up, but even with all my oddities I never expected my life to take this unusual turn. I have spent numerous hours wondering, “Where did it all go wrong?” or, I guess to some, “Where did it all go right?” I could never quite figure out what caused my unusual life circumstances, but a few dates stand out.
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A police car glides slowly, quietly onto our street. Conversations cease, and my neighbors watch, poised, as if knowing that lives will be changed tonight, prices paid.