February brings a collision of mixed emotions like no other month does. This time set aside to recognize those in the African American community who have paved the way for the liberties we now enjoy is also one of the saddest. As we celebrate those who have fought and even died for the rights that we now freely enjoy, I can’t help but think of those who will never know anything about that freedom.
The children who will never hear their great grandparents tell stories of what it was like to live during times of segregation.
The children who will never experience the joy that comes from an extra day off from school dedicated to celebrate and remember the life of Martin Luther King, Jr.
The children who will never know how hard ancestors like Dred Scott had to fight to give them laws they benefit from today.
Thoughts like these flood my mind amidst the elation brought in by February. If we’re going to identify Black History, we must identify all of Black History. By only highlighting the positive we are doing a disservice to the memory of the unborn who don’t have a voice to speak for themselves.
“Speak up for those who cannot speak for themselves,
for the rights of all who are destitute. Speak up and judge fairly;
defend the rights of the poor and needy.” Proverbs 31:8-9 (NIV)
It is our job; it is our mandate.
We live in a time where more African American men are in prison than were slaves in 1850. For the male children who do survive abortion, who’s teaching them to be men so the cycle of abortion doesn’t continue? Who’s telling us this history?
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Abortion alone has taken the lives of over 16 million Black children. Our population is decreasing at an increasing rate. For every 100 live births in the African American community, another 77 are aborted. In New York, more babies are aborted than born. African American babies are aborted at up to six times the rate
of the majority population. These innocent, beautiful Black children are an endangered species. Who’s speaking for them?
Our African American forefathers would be shocked to learn that the degree of freedom for which they died has introduced us to laws that are now killing their posterity at an alarming rate.
I take pride and joy in my heritage as an African American woman, yet I mourn for those who will not have the opportunity to share it with me.
Where are our children?
: LaSondra Spears is a spoken-word artist from Dallas, TX and serves as staff to a young women’s movement called Captured. She is also a part-time student, a worship leader at a House of Prayer, and was one of 39 women who walked from Houston to Dallas, praying for the ending of abortion with the Back to Life movement. Reprinted with permission from Bound4Life.