Hundreds of couples, ever increasing, fly across the border to buy a child. Not with legitimate adoption processes, it would not be a purchase but an act of generosity; not to kidnap them, these crimes are sometimes prosecuted (apart from Putin, who kidnaps Ukrainian children to “re-educate” them and turns them into regime recruits).
They go in Georgiain Albaniathe most comfortable and economical destinations, for rent a female uterus that she carries a child in her womb that will be torn from her and sold. Fifty thousand euros for a complete package. There are a lot of them, but there are those who spend them on an SUV or a boat. Twenty thousand euros they go to the poor women “carriers” (not vessels of choice, but disposable containers), and there are many for those who live below the minimum subsistence threshold. In defiance of any scientific consideration on the profound and foundational bond that is created in that treasure chest of life that is the maternal womb.
We are moved by a little dog taken away from its mother, we feel sorry for a flower, uprooted from its plant, injured. Instead there are those who believe that a child is a rightlike a car, in fact, or a holiday. And that it is equally a right don’t want itif it happens.
We were outraged by the madness of a young Medea who gives birth, kills and buries two newborns born alive and healthy. No one is more indignant about those who end their lives before they are born and exist sixty thousand only in Italy, every year. Sixty thousand who will not be children, men and women, for this poor lost country.
Someone instead works hard and, as always, makes little noise, like every crumb of good. There Pope John XXIII community has created a network of women who have experienced voluntary abortion and want to tell what it was like for them, how much they were marked by pain, remorse and anguish. I’ll tell you about abortion it is a site and a collection of true, sincere, free testimonies, not at all macabre or judgmental. As we would like you to believe, when volunteers who ask only to accompany, support and yes, convince mothers in difficulty to give life are even violently opposed.
The voices of I’ll tell you about abortion they are for i 4 million missing mothers in Italy, who perhaps don’t know who to talk to, who perhaps have no conscience, who perhaps cry, alone. And I’m for all the other women who still trust the narrative “it’s just a lump of cells”. A throbbing being that burns, in the flesh and in the mind, no one says this, explains it. No one suggests to you, whatever condition you suffer from, that there is an alternative to a road of no return.
What courage, these big-hearted Christians who always choose to be on the side of the dispossessed, the little ones, the excluded, like their founder, a saint, Don Oreste Benzi. And who is more disinherited than a helpless child in a woman’s womb?
