THE UNWITTING MEMOIRIST
September 13, 2021
A Story, An Abortion Story, No, An Anti-Creation Story
I’m not really sure what abortion supporters are all about. They take some potions magic beads puff of smoke to make the dark magic of convincing themselves that a baby is not really a baby. They use words like “fetus” “clump of cells”, “viability”. Isn’t this how murder happens? You say or do something to me that I don’t like, then I pick up a shotgun and blow your brains out because it’s only brains, only brain matter. I don’t respect your life.
I had an abortion when I was 17, and it wasn’t like that scene in Orange Is the New Black, where the white trash inmate with the brown mountain dew teeth is having her like 17th abortion; and right as she is about to leave, the female nurse judges her, and mountain dew comes back with a loaded shot gun and blows her brains out. It’s just brain matter. All those brain cells, and people still only think to do the wrong thing.
I don’t know what I was thinking. I was confused. I told my mom and she immediately said to me, you know where we’re going right? I did but I didn’t; I nodded my head. I got the referral from the doctor and a black female West Indian nurse closed the door after him then ran up to me on the examination table and began begging me. “Please don’t do it”, she said, nagging at my arm. “I’ll raise it.” I was horrified and snatched my arm away. I didn’t understand, the protesters, when I went in with my mom we pulled up in a taxi. They were shouting things as the doors closed behind us. I had no idea, God bless them all.
It’s so grotesque. To say, you’ll hear a lot of different stories from different women, but, twirling my pearls, this is my abortion story. One black woman had her hat pulled down low, she left. Another woman was crying, I didn’t understand what was going on. I passed out and woke up with a pad between my legs and they were wheeling me into a room, a great big room where about 20 different women lay in a circle, in the same brown recliner with the same yellow blanket. I was groggy. They told me I had 15 minutes until I had to go and the next one was wheeled in. There are only two realities, you see. One where you obey the creation of God, the Truth, and the false alternate one where you don’t, and suffer.
But this isn’t my story. This is the story of Norma McCorvey, the “Jane Roe” in Roe v Wade. But it’s the same story. This isn’t an abortion story. This isn’t a story about how I was raped like jackal feminists like Gloria Allred would have you believe. Even though I was molested. I didn’t need an abortion because I was molested. Rape and incest account for less than 1% of abortions.* I didn’t need an abortion because of that though. I needed one because of the rape of my childhood. I was taught to do it all wrong, and then do another wrong to fix the first one. Most abortions have always been and continue to be due to sexual irresponsibility.
Norma McCorvey once said that she didn’t want to be the face of abortion. All she wanted was one, and to make it go away. Her mother had been a violent alcoholic and her father, gone somewhere. By the time she was 21, McCorvey was on her 3rd pregnancy, do they tell you that? Or do they just try to frame this as another “win” for women. A dark potion black magic that twists this destruction into empowerment? McCorvey had never even had an abortion, and attended not a single trial date before the case reached the Supreme Court 3 years later. She claimed twice that she was raped–once to try to get an abortion in Texas;* but later retracted both statements as false.
The abortion story, I told you, is not about abortion. It’s not an abortion story. It’s about Satan and his children and their hatred for what a strong nuclear family represents: God, and His order. McCorvey stated that some of the happiest days of her life were in attendance at a state boarding school, away from her home. She married at 16 and claimed to have been abused by her husband; she became a lesbian. She developed a bad alcohol and drug problem after her first child and was allegedly tricked by her mother out of her parental rights. Her second and third child were also placed up for adoption. Unmarried women accounted for over 80% of abortions in 2018. Yass Queen slay.
Norma McCorvey sounded just as confused and fractured as her childhood when she died. Mishandled by handlers: her parents and then lawyers. McCorvey stated (angrily) in a 1994 NYT article that Sarah Weddington, one of the Roe lawyers, had told McCorvey that she’d had an abortion herself but refused to tell McCorvey where to get it because she needed her to be pregnant for the case.* McCorvey worked for pro-choice groups; then, as a born-again Christian in 1995, pro-life groups. She’d sought out the “Roe baby”, her 3rd child–only due to celebrity; and when they’d spoken on the phone, McCorvey told her daughter that she should be thanking her that she didn’t abort her when she’d wanted to. She’d come to view Roe as “my law”.* The completely ridiculous irony that a “poor” “uneducated” woman was needed to be pregnant and carrying of her child to full term to build a strong case for a class-action abortion lawsuit. The foundation of all that is true is always God, upon which the lies of the world are built.
And me? I cried about having an abortion at 17 when I was 38. I asked God for forgiveness for playing Him. I didn’t understand what I was doing. I feel grateful that I’m not a Norma McCorvey, able to see what I did was wrong, and not sick and broken upon my death, still lamenting a false reality of what life would have been like if only I could’ve gotten rid of it.
The Unwitting Memoirist
P.S. I have faith in God. God’s order has nothing to do with “movements”, politics or anger. It is about creation and Life and accountability. Respecting the natural process of what happens between a man and a woman, and being accountable for it when you don’t. Christians who support abortion are not Christians. Life is always wanted by God, no matter what humans “choose” to do with it.
*All statistics cited are in the US
*Abortion was illegal in Texas in the late 1960s
*See: Alex Witchel, “At Home With: Norma McCorvey; Of Roe, Dreams and Choices.” The New York Times, 1994.
*See: “The Roe Baby”, Joshua Prager. The Atlantic, 2021.
See also: Joshua Prager, “The Accidental Activist”. Vanity Fair, 2013.
September 10, 2021
This Is My House Bitch, Mask OFF
I don’t even have to be from a different country to understand the mindset of foreigners. Many are appalled when they get here. Appalled by the fact that they have to work 4,5,10 jobs to make it. Appalled that money doesn’t grow from trees.
I’m black, right? The democratic party makes a lot of promises to people who look like me. But I vaguely remember when my grandparents died, and they were from the South: Virginia and Tennessee. They’d owned their own home up here in the North for 30+ years I believe, and I was told that when my aunt took it over the State tried to take it from her because another aunt of mine was in a state-funded nursing home. I’ve been one of many who has received Pandemic Unemployment Assistance due to government shutdowns; and because I’m no fool, I’m waiting for the government to swing back around at some point and demand back the money they cared so much to give.
Lol Masks off now. The Biden “Corn-pop” administration is done with story time. That’s their daycare HEAD START that they fund because you didn’t do it the right way and so depend on others to take care of your children, and that’s my daycare, bitch. Put those masks on your kids. That’s my public school that I fund, this is the government’s property, you are the government’s property, PUT THAT MASK ON. If you think this is about a vaccine and health and safety that they’re now trying to blame on unvaccinated people. If you think this has anything to do with anybody caring about you by forcing you. If you think this is about anything other than power well then I’d guess you were a foreigner not accustomed to things here, or a demoralized American who has forgotten. Millions of your ancestors black white brown yellow fled to this country for freedoms snatched by governments that you willingly hand back over to the government centuries later.
There’s no such thing as a free lunch kiddo. In the world, that is. The world has no love. People delight in themselves in how good and great they are because they helped you, and then as soon as you forget, you become successful, you whatever, they’re throwing it up in your face. Mask off. People have no love. Just the need for control just like their angry empty father Satan.
I remember watching black family members and friends champion George Floyd on a TV set. Dummies who can’t even trust their own family members with the same skin color capin’ for someone they don’t even know on a television set because of skin color. This is how bad it’s gotten. ‘Attending a funeral’ on a TV set, watching hundreds of politicians packed butt to gut despite COVID to celebrate a criminal derelict as the face of the black community in a golden casket. While my own aunt had COVID restrictions placed on her at the funeral home when her mother, my grandmother died.
That’s my MEDICAID BITCH, put that mask on. That’s my MEDICARE bitch, put that mask on. Those are my government jobs, get that jab. I worked at places for the deaf-blind on/off for 10+ years with adults who were blinded by rubella, real infections. I worked for disabled people for most of my life and PCAd for a married couple where the husband actually got polio from the vaccine. Why are there vaccine mandates for a virus with a 90%+ recovery rate?
I’m not reassuring you upon meeting you that I’ve been vaccinated. I’m not wearing a mask to try to prove that I’m a good person. Ruses and tricks and false gods and appearances are for Satan and his children. You feel so afraid, stay home. The world should be for the free and the living, and for the people who are not afraid to be so.
The Unwitting Memoirist
September 6, 2021
Happy Socialist’s Day
In honor of Labor Day my fellow American citizens, we should take the time to honor the American government currently putting people and small businesses out of business. Another round of applause for the citizens of America too currently assisting the government. They don’t have to go to work today after all because they don’t have a job. So what are we really celebrating here?
Labor Day is like one of these things that seemed like a good idea only because the conditions were terrible. Or, when you found something that at the time may seem a fix for a temporary problem but it just stays there now, becoming a permanent fixture.
I read Das Kapital by Karl Marx in college, and back then it made total sense to me because I was absolutely insane. Basically, it was framed like this: slavery is the exploitation of labor; America has normalized the surplus labor—or like 12 hour, 13 hour, round-the-clock work days. No problem. The problem is that the socialist uses the black, woman, sexual or whatever identity people believe into, to make that point. Second, the socialist makes work, or “capitalism” as they call it, seem like a bad thing. So what they do is tap into the hatred of, say, black people, create rallies and banners spewing this semblance of truth, get black people all riled up enough to riot and destroy their own neighborhoods and other people’s businesses, then profit enormously off of it. But tell me? How is it possible that capitalism is bad when blacks were “freed” from slavery to be able to work for themselves and create businesses? Blacks as an example were actually more prosperous in America following slavery because they owned their own capital, their own labor. So that would make socialism slav…—
Don’t make me say it; you already look like an idiot enough with that mask on for almost 2 years straight; and what with—what is this like your 7th vaccine? Requiring people to cover the orifices they breathe out of to sustain their lives and calling that “safety” is one of the same democratic liberal strategies that we celebrate Labor Day for! The Industrial Revolution created such terrible working conditions for people including child workers, that people rebelled. Now this same democratic liberal government is paying people more to stay home than work. And even if the people wanted to return to work, they do so under oppressive conditions: businesses requiring a mask for 7-8 hours a day for a normal incurable virus that has all but been proved to be an outright political scam. So what are we celebrating here? The impetus behind Labor Day was instituting our freedom from oppressive working conditions. When today we have the luxury of being unemployed, and a socialist government that calls us cruelly “unessential” to boot. Is that the war cry for returning to work?
Unessential workers UNITE! Lol,
Happy Socialists Day.
Sincerely your Comrade,
The Unwitting Memoirist
P.S. Human beings are basically wicked; I don’t care what they “seem” like. A good rule of thumb is, the more someone seems hell bent on their own goodness “saving the world” or saving “blacks” or “women” or whatever, the more evil they are, because they play god; and there is only 1 God, and it ain’t people. Always a gem is (black) author Richard Wright’s 1944 essay “I Tried to Be a Communist“. It was included in Arthur Koestler’s 1949 collection The God That Failed.
P.P.S. Labor unions in America were established a century earlier than Labor Day, but catalyzed by the same labor exploitations and discriminations. I was introduced to unions at my last job, where I also served as a Union Steward. I wrote a book about my experience in 2019 called The Incredibly True Confessions of a Black Female Union Steward. So apropos for today because my workplace was dominated by toxic liberal ideology: in a predominately female, minority environment where management was predominately white female and homosexual. Though I ticked off all the boxes of minority-ship of the world at the time myself, I found the environment grotesque and quite disgusting. In retrospect, because of that experience, I don’t think I am pro union anymore, and even though I hated management at the time, I actually came away from the whole experience siding with them more than the employees I was charged to serve. Management became, to me, a predictable variable. The laborers? The “victims”? Not so much.