Finding the Cure for Eliminating Eugenics
I have the good fortune to live in a leafy and interesting part of town. By chance the offer of a flat came not long after my mother was widowed. She was living in the same street and was delighted. For all its beauty and abundance of incredible trees, however, some house-owners here display ‘manicured lawn syndrome’. There isn’t even one strand of grass out of place, not even on a windy day. Superficially there is an attractiveness but it goes by the time the ‘Fort gates’ are spotted and an elaborate entry phone system. It goes because this supposed perfection is the same day after day after day.
For me, it is a reminder of the emptiness of our growing eugenics culture. This culture assumes death can be mowed into submission like grass and that gates are for shutting out and not letting in.
I thought my house move back in 2011 was to look after my elderly mum. I had my own rigid ideas, manicured lawns, in my head. I guess I thought I was doing mum a favour. Yet it was her teaching me more unexpected and unscheduled lessons. About grieving, about loving her husband, my father, of nearly 50 years. Of reading any novel she could lay her hands on to stay connected and not drown in sorrow. Her commitment, sometimes more a duty than a choice, to keep going forward in life, to open the gate slowly to new possibilities. She taught me once more about love and how it has more to do with loyalty than lust, be that sexual, material or any form of instant gratification. Like abortion.
Our growing eugenics culture wants society to be like a manicured lawn. A society deeply disloyal to the unborn, particularly to our disabled unborn and to our elderly. Their lust for a worthless ‘perfection’ is destroying the roses, tulips, daffodils and beauty of the whole garden we humans are fortunate enough to inhabit.
Mum died three weeks ago. I remember the nine cygnets born that same day in the pond near us and the way the apple and cherry blossom seemed to erupt just after she passed. It’s a paradox that when we face the less manicured and non-glossy parts of life we pass through to enjoy real beauty, even in pain.
by Mayke Muller
When someone shares the news with you
that your child has Down syndrome
it can feel like you are wearing a tight corset
and that you have no air.
You might think life isn’t fair,
until your baby looks to you with big blue eyes.
You hear the giggle for the first time.
You think this is a baby just like any other.
You begin to feel like a momma bear and protect your cup.
There is no room for your corset and you would like to breath
the same air as your lovely baby.
Down syndrome is not a life sentence in jail.
You don’t have to wear a tight corset.
Life dares you to learn new lessons
and to become a better person.
Your heart grows bigger and you start to care for much more
than your special needs child.
The reverse is true. If we shut out, screen out or kill our hearts will harden. We will be acclimatized to more and more abortion.
SPUC Scotland defends ALL lives from conception to natural death. This is one current pro-life measure to support:
Please write and ask your MP to sign Early Day Motion 44 (EDM 44). Simply write and ask him/her to sign the EDM because this could prevent new antenatal DNA tests being introduced before proper review has taken place. These tests on babies in the womb have no therapeutic benefit and lead to more abortion, especially of babies perceived as less desirable. You can find your MP here www.dontscreenusout.org