I generally stay away from political issues or hot topics since generally people have their own opinions and are very strong about it and I do not like to argue nor stir waters. But my heart has been calling me to write this or otherwise it will explode. So here it is. You can read it or not.
This is my story.
I was known as the ugliest baby in my quaint Korean village, a village that as full of rice patties, small mountains and American Service men. My sister used to tell me that I was so ugly that she could not look at me without throwing up. (no she was not being mean she was telling the truth) I was so hard to look at that my mom had to put a curtain around me so no one would have to look at me. You see I was aborted. I was 7 months old when my oma (Korean word for mom) decided to abort me.
You can argue if anyone had reason or right to have an abortion, my oma would fit the requirement and beyond. She was a prostitute (of no choice of her own) with 2 other children and along with that life was alcohol and drugs. She was really hoping that my father would marry her and bring all of us to America. I was their ticket. But when my biological father found out she had 2 other children, children that were not his, he said no. He was going back to America and he was going alone. She was devasted. How was she going to take care of 3 kids now, when she was having hard enough time with 2. Who is going to want to marry a women with 3 kids? So as fear ruled she made the painful decision to abort me.
The method that was used in a little hut in a small village in South Korea is called Saline Solution abortion. Let me explain what that means:
The saline abortion procedure can only be done at 16 weeks or later when enough fluid is in the amniotic sac surrounding the baby. A long needle is inserted through the mother’s abdomen and the wall of the uterus into the amniotic cavity. As much amniotic fluid as possible, usually about one cup, is withdrawn. Then, a small dose of saline solution is injected. If the woman doesn’t experience any immediate signs of allergic reaction or rejection, the remaining solution is injected into the amniotic sac.
After the toxic mixture is injected, the baby swallows the salt solution and is poisoned and their skin burned. After suffering for 1 to 1.5 hours, the baby’s heartbeat stops. The corrosive effect of the salt solution burns the lungs and strips away the outer layer of the baby’s skin. The mother goes through labor and soon delivers a burned, shriveled and dead baby. The abortion, in medical terms, is considered a success. (you can see more here)
But for me it was a failure. I came out crying and screaming. The Doctor told oma not to worry about it, I would die soon enough. And he just put me in a corner of the hut. But I kept crying and screaming. Oma told me that she could not handle the crying so she decided to keep me and took me home. The reason I was so ugly is I did not have any hair or skin. It was all burned off. My sister told me that I was red since I did not have any skin and she could see all of my veins and mu muscles.
I am not telling you this story because I want you to feel sorry for me but I DO want to put a real face behind that baby that we call fetal tissue . I am that fetal tissue! I am that blob that did not have any rights or was not worthy of anything or have a way to fight back.