Thoughts on the Gosnell Movie


Earlier today, I went to see the Gosnell movie, a movie which is going to change the debate about abortion forever. I was surprised by the part of the movie that affected me most deeply; in a movie that was totally about babies, the part that moved me the most wasn’t really about the babies. It was the scene in which an actress playing Gosnell’s daughter makes a very brief appearance.

That must sound so strange. Please let me explain: I am the daughter of two people who have been very active in the pro-life movement since before I was born. I have always been well aware of the horrors of abortion, and I was prepared when I walked into the movie theater to be horrified by what was done to those babies. I was also aware that abortion hurts and sometimes kills women. I was prepared for that too. I also knew that abortionists are often — to put it mildly — incompetent doctors. That part didn’t surprise me either. But the very brief shot of Gosnell’s daughter shook me to my core.

Life isn’t fair. It isn’t fair that some of us have great parents and some of us have Kermit Gosnell for a father. When I think about how unbelievably fortunate I have been, I am reminded that much is expected from the one to whom much has been given, and I tremble.

May God have mercy on us all.

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  1. Blondie Thatcher

    My husband wanted to know how she could stand the squalor in the house. Poor man, he’s been married to a neat freak too long. 

    I felt sorry for the daughter, too. 

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  2. Clifford A. Brown Contributor
    Clifford A. Brown

    Blondie (View Comment):

    My husband wanted to know how she could stand the squalor in the house. Poor man, he’s been married to a neat freak too long.

    I felt sorry for the daughter, too.

    The glimpse of the daughter in her room was one of order and normalcy in the midst of chaos and abnormality.

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  3. Ansonia Member

    Ricochet is such an eerie experience sometimes. Just an hour or two before I saw this post, I was thinking of the scene in which the police see Gosnell’s daughter, listening to music or something, in her room.

    It’s a great scene for those of us sometimes tempted to self pity when we think of the example our parents set for us, or of how difficult one or both of them may have made it for us to be identified as their kid.

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