I’m sort of loathe to give any publicity to this nonsense, but whatever.
A bunch of anti-abortion protesters hit up the premiere of Horton Hears a Who, to, ya know, protest abortion rights, even though it’s a fucking kids movie and many of the folks in attendance were children.
Basically, these protesters have latched onto the key line in the Dr. Seuss book — “A person’s a person, no matter how small” — and have used it repeatedly to voice their message. Interestingly enough, Dr. Seuss’s widow, Audrey Geisel, is a supporter of Planned Parenthood and actively pro-choice, and has repeatedly sued anti-abortion groups for using her husband’s words to further their own causes. There’s no indication that Dr. Seuss intended the book to carry a pro-life message.
Predictably, many of the adults in attendance at the premiere shouted back at the protesters, asking them what the fuck they were doing holding an abortion protest at a kids’ movie. The protesters responded by
making an eloquent and articulate case for their presence covering their mouths with red tape with the word “Life” on it and parading around silently.
Honestly, I can see both sides of the abortion argument, and I imagine it’s a decision that’s hard to make until you’re staring it in the face. So I guess that makes me de facto pro-choice, but I’m not about to campaign either way. But I will tell you: I fucking hate anti-abortion protesters. Once upon a time, I volunteered for Planned Parenthood, in the education department. People don’t realize what a huge portion of that organization’s budget goes toward education. I went out to schools, churches and youth groups all around my state and spoke to kids and teens about drug and alcohol abuse, eating disorders, domestic violence, dating, saying no to sex, etc. I never said a goddamn thing about abortion. I was basically out there busting my ass, doing everything I could to keep these kids from ever even being in a position to consider an abortion. And still, when I showed up at work, those fucking protesters would be out there with disgusting signs calling me a “slut” and a “baby killer” and “Satan’s soldier.” At first, I tried to patiently explain to them what I was doing, but they weren’t interested: I worked for Planned Parenthood, and thus I was evil. It’s one of the most misunderstood organizations around. The overwhelming majority of what takes place at Planned Parenthood is the provision of affordable gynecology, birth control and education for women and families who couldn’t afford it otherwise; and they do a ton of advocating on behalf of such women. So anyway. I’m kind of biased against these people.