Pro-Life Initiatives Overshadow Trump Stumbles 

By DOTTY CRONAN | May 10, 2017

It seems like I’ve been hearing about “Trump’s first 100 days” since the day after “Trump’s first 50 days.” But now that it’s actually arrived, I decided to give it some thought. As one who voted on the issues, not the man, voting for Trump really hurt, like getting a cortisone shot and hoping for good results.  

Focusing on Trump’s “accomplishments” rather than his sarcastic Don Rickles personality, I was delighted with his choice for vice president. One week after the inauguration, when Pence spoke at the 44th annual March for Life on the National Mall I felt my first flicker of hope since the Supreme Court’s Roe v. Wade decision that legalized abortion in 1973. I felt hope for the thousands of babies living in their mother’s wombs in this 21st century, hope that if Trump’s promise of jobs comes to fruition, more families will be able to bring their babies into a land where all children are welcome.

At the March for Life, Pence said, “Life is winning in America. Let this movement be known for love, not anger” and “let it be known for compassion, not confrontation.” I couldn’t agree more. We need compassion for women who see no other way out due to living at poverty level, or below. We need compassion, although more difficult to arouse, for women who actually believe another Gucci handbag will bring more pleasure than their own flesh and blood bundle of joy. We need compassion for the unborn subjected to death by scalpel, vacuum or saline. It’s easy to imagine the pain of a scalpel, or picture live bugs being sucked up by your shop vac, but it’s not readily apparent what pain salt can inflict unless you ever followed the advice I once did. “To get rid of slugs, pour salt on them and around your garden.” When I witnessed the withering annihilation salt can inflict, I stopped pouring.

On Jan. 23, Trump reinstated the policy that bans U.S. funding of international non-government organizations that promote or perform abortions. According to Catholic News Agency, “This is traditionally one of the first policy decisions a new president makes and serves as a signal of the administration’s policy on abortion. President Reagan first introduced the policy in 1984. It was repealed by President Clinton when he took office, reinstated by President Bush in 2001, and repealed again by President Obama in 2009.” The pendulum swings right to left and back again.

To prevent the pendulum from hitting him in the butt, Trump has picked up his pace since his first 50 days of stumbling and bumbling. He stumbled by referring to a federal judge as a “so-called judge,” branding journalists “enemy of the American people” and offending more people than Don Rickles spent a lifetime doing. Only Trump’s not funny.  

Sean Spicer must feel like he’s caught in a nightmarish game of never-ending Whack-A-Mole. Anyone who can last 100 days of putting out fires without hearing “You’re fired” from a boss as fickle as Trump has my admiration. Spicer is quick on his feet and, for the most part, does well under fire. His boss could learn some lessons on how to handle the media from this man who goes up against the lions on his behalf on a regular basis.

Back to the last 50 days, Trump has had his hands full coming up with: an appropriate response to Syria’s raining poison on its own people, including babies and toddlers, using “the mother of all bombs” in Afghanistan and dispatching an armada of weaponry toward North Korea. After all this chaos, Trump said recently, “The job (president of the United States!) is harder than I thought.” Harder than he thought? Holy moly! What an understatement! Maybe he does better under fire than I thought.

My opinion on Supreme Court Justice Gorsuch is still unformed. To my knowledge, he has never publicly stated his opinion on Roe v. Wade. Until he makes his feelings known, I’ll let my opinion of him percolate. It is worth noting, though, that while he was on the 10th Circuit he did rule in favor of the Little Sisters of the Poor in their fight for religious freedom. Go, Little Sisters!

The last issue I want to rant about is the humongous, 1,989-mile-long problem – the wall. Every time I hear these words, I think of Pink Floyd’s album, the brick wall and the screaming face on the cover. Walls are sad things, whether built around ourselves, built to divide a country in half or built between countries. Their main function is to separate. They divide families, parents from their children. Daddy goes first, tries to find a job and prays to rescue his family and give them a better life. “Get a job, live a better life” has been the goal of immigrants for centuries. This is what our ancestors did. Thank God.

But there is always a pendulum swinging. First we need immigrants from Mexico to do all the dirty jobs we don’t want to do, but then people complain, “They’re taking all our jobs away; we better keep them out.” But there’s so many of “them” – how do we keep them out? Aha, build factories (which will go unnamed) over the border to find laborers who will work for $6 a day, according to the October 2016 Smithsonian. I had read this article months ago, but remembered it well.

Paul Theroux traveled the full length of the border, visiting numerous border towns, interviewing countless Mexican people, young and old, happy and unhappy, friendly and unfriendly, just people with a unique problem: living so close to prosperity they have to risk their lives to reach.

When Theroux asked Mexican people about “the wall” most of them laughed and made comments such as “Show me a 30-foot wall and I will show you a 35-foot ladder.” In some border towns with walls, the people noted that “tunnels, long ones, short ones, rabbit holes, rat runs, have been dug wherever the border is fenced.”

In desperation, I asked the opinion of a retired immigration officer from California. “What do you think of Trump’s idea of building a wall along the entire Mexico/U.S. border?

“If you’re picturing a brick and mortar wall,” he said, “that would never work, but Trump is right. We must secure our borders. Without a border, we have no country.”

We went on to discuss the big difference between the overwhelming majority of our ancestors who came solely to work and make a better life and the small but very real percentage of people entering our country today with malicious intent, to sell illegal drugs for profit and commit other crimes.

Since this is not his favorite topic, the retired immigration officer would only repeat that we must use stronger measures to protect our borders. Considering the new fact of terrorism, I would have to agree.

So, President Trump, please act presidential in your dealings with your fellow human beings, listen to your advisers, learn from them and act wisely. We need you to protect us, the born and unborn, on so many fronts.

Dotty Cronan lives in Forked River, N.J.




























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