by Corey Whelan
Posted on November 9, 2011
What constitutes a person anyway? I know full grown folks who don't deserve the label. Look, I don't mean to make light of this, believe me. Last night waiting for the vote to come down, I really couldn't breathe. The long term implications of the personhood amendment (I can't bring myself to capitalize it, sorry) passing in Mississippi loomed mega large in front of me. Banned birth control. Women who have miscarriages being suspected of murder. Dear God. Even watching Glee didn't help take my mind off it. I kept checking in with Amy Demma, Keiko Zoll and Stephanie Caballero on facebook and that helped a little, at least I didn't feel so alone.
Thank goodness we won. Thank goodness and thanks to the people of Mississippi, who came out in record numbers for that state and voted for sanity.
Of course the work's not done. The personhood amendment, which defines a person as "every human being from the moment of fertilization, cloning or the functional equivalent thereof" will be pushed forward by anti-choice groups in 2012 in several states, including California, Florida, Montana, Nevada, Ohio, and Oregon.
I'm not an ethicist. I'm not a lobbyist. All I am is a mom who did infertility treatments for two years running before I was lucky enough to get pregnant and have my babies. I lost one baby so like all women who have miscarriages I know what it feels like to say goodbye to someone after the point of conception. But at the end of the day, this is all that I am and what I am defined by. I'm not going to try to figure out what constitutes a person, at least not in this blog, anyway. But I have to say that my gut instinct, my heart of hearts, tells me without a doubt that the personhood amendment was written from a place of fear and hardly hidden agendas and not from a place of love for all human beings.
The work's not done. Tonight, at Illuminations, Path2Parenthood''s staff and our guests will raise a glass and take a break. But 2012 is coming, and we have work to do.
Thank you, Mississippi.