When I was younger, and my hair was more and it was brown, and before I had kids, I could easily take either side of the pro-choice/pro-life debate. I knew all the arguments: none was definitive, and all were flawed. It was merely an academic exercise.
And then we were “expecting,” and I couldn’t do that anymore, for it was no longer academic; it was deeply personal, and I found that I had no heart for it. It turned out for me to be a question not relevant even to be asked, nor even one that could be asked.
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This is not a question that can be answered by argument. It can be settled only in the heart; in the heart of each person, surely, but most particularly in the heart of the woman at the centre of it.
I have full confidence in the hearts of women in such matters — that they will make the choice that is right for them, and that it then will be the choice that is right. This is beyond the power of the law to decide, but the law must allow for it.
I fully support a woman’s right to choose, as I support all women’s rights. It must be so.
