Texas Rally for Life.

This past Saturday my husband and I hopped on a bus to Austin, TX, to attend the Texas Rally for Life. We marched about four blocks to the capitol building, stood on the steps, and made our presence known to the city where the Roe v. Wade tragedy began.

In the thirty-four years since the Supreme Court's supreme error, over 47.3 million tiny American lives have been lost to abortion. (That's more people than populate the metropolitan areas of New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, and Houston combined).

And then there are the women and men who bear the psychological scars of abortion. One of these women came forward and told her story at the rally. At least one for every aborted baby.

Thats 47.3 million dead, and even more wounded on our own soil, by our own hands. That's Hiroshima and Nagasaki more than 20 times over. It's 1,446 times the casualties of 9/11. Even Al-Qa'ida can't equal those numbers.

As is true of those who marched in Milwaukee, San Francisco, and Washington DC in previous days, those of us rallying in Austin are appalled at the staggering casualties of abortion. Particularly those of us who were born after the Roe ruling. We realize that it could have been us. We realize that at least 1/4 of our peers, who could have been our friends, classmates, or our spouses, and in some cases who might have been our siblings never appeared. That whatever they may have contributed to the world is missing. That their children will never play with our children. The highest court in our land decreed that our lives had no value other than what others placed upon them--that we had no right to be here unless someone else "wanted" us. Nobody was interested in our opinion when we couldn't speak for ourselves.

But now we have grown up. And we see what Roe meant for us. And we're insulted. And we're making sure everyone knows it, because so many of our generation never had the chance to say anything.