y now you’ve all heard the horrific details about Lauren Handy, the so-called pro-life activist who was keeping five frozen fetuses in her home. There are still unanswered questions about how these dead bodies were obtained, and whether they were all (or if any of them were) actually aborted; for example, one was still intact and attached to the placenta, and another was en caul. There is some speculation that Handy, with or without the group she belongs to (Progressive Anti-Abortion Uprising, or PAAU), intended to use the corpses in a publicity stunt of some sort. I don’t know. My friend Mary Pezzulo at Steel Magnificat writes about all of it here, and you should read her article. It’s the only really good thing I’ve read about the whole ugly story.
Stories like this are hard for me to write about, and part of the reason is because I lost my daughter to a stillbirth sixteen years ago. Caitlyn’s birthday is the day after Easter this year. I’ve held my dead baby in my arms, and I don’t like to see graphic pictures of dead babies shoved in my face. I’ve stopped praying the Rosary at abortion facilities because too many people don’t have the sense or decency not to show up holding the most graphic and, frankly, exploitative pictures imaginable.
But the other reason it’s hard to write about is because I still imagine that people like Lauren Handy represent a mere handful of outliers and crazies, and the sensational news likes to expose outliers and crazies, and the universal reaction is shock and horror, and why do I need to convince anyone to be shocked and horrified? Why do I need to work anyone up into a lather they’re already in?
I suppose that’s partly true. If you’re not instinctively aghast at the news that someone has been keeping five dead babies in her home, possibly to use them to get publicity for a cause, then I doubt I have the power to say anything that will get you aghast.
But at the same time, Lauren Handy is not an outlier. High-profile people, including high-profile priests like Frank Pavone, have been exploiting dead bodies for many years. You remember that story, surely? Pavone, who is not in good standing with his diocese in Texas and prefers to freelance his priesthood in Florida, took the corpse of an infant (presumably one that had been killed in an abortion), placed it on a Catholic altar, and filmed a campaign commercial for Donald Trump. He told inconsistent stories about how he acquired the body and what he did with it after he turned the camera off. In six years, no one has found out, unless someone has and they’re keeping it hush-hush and Pavone for some reason has managed to escape laicization or arrest or both.
Then, on Twitter, I read this bizarre defense of Handy from Sonja Morin, who is an “organizer” at PAAU:
After Emmett Till (a 13 year old boy) was lynched, his mother requested that his wake be open casket. Reporters showed up and took photos of the wake, and Emmett’s bludgeoned head, still swollen from the blows of lynchers. It was the first that many Americans saw of lynching.
But you see, the difference is that Emmett Till’s mother decided to have an open casket and Emmett Till’s mother was the only one who had the right to make that decision because Emmett Till’s mother was the only one who could act on behalf of Emmett Till when Emmett Till could no longer act on behalf of himself. No anti-lynching activist who did not know Emmett Till stole the body of Emmett Till, freeze it, and keep it in their home until such time as they could parade it down Pennsylvania Avenue and up to the very gates of the White House as a display of the horrors of racism. No priest got his hands on Emmett Till, put him on an altar, and film a campaign commercial for a demagogue with bad hair. Emmett Till’s body was displayed in an open casket at a proper funeral preceding a proper burial to dispose of his body in a proper manner.
In that same thread on Twitter, Mary Hammond rightly described the display of dead bodies by activists as “violence porn.” And the rationale self-described pro-lifers use to shove those bodies in people’s faces—that they must expose the horror in order to make abortion unthinkable—doesn’t match the evidence. Such pictures are widely available, and I haven’t run across anyone who hasn’t seen them. Whatever good, if any, can be done by them has been done. No one’s opinion about abortion is going to be changed by them. If the pictures had the effect the activists say they have, abortion would have been history long ago.
Those who exploit dead babies, in the way that people like Lauren Handy and Frank Pavone do, claim to do so because they want to defend life. But part of what makes life sacred is an individual’s agency and autonomy over himself, or herself, and over his body, her body. It is evil to take it upon yourself to use someone else’s body to advance some political cause you happen to favor, however just you think that cause is, however just that cause may in fact be. Their body does not belong to you, and they have no ability to act or speak for themselves. They belong to God alone and are to be entrusted to God alone, as the Catechism of the Catholic Church §2300 insists:
The bodies of the dead must be treated with respect and charity, in faith and hope of the Resurrection. The burial of the dead is a corporal work of mercy; it honors the children of God, who are temples of the Holy Spirit.
We heard a lot of talk, after freelance priest Pavone’s stunt six years ago, about how “desperate times require desperate measures”; and Pavone himself crowed on Twitter that his actions led to the election of Trump, which led to SCOTUS nominees who might overturn Roe. I wrote about all that here. It’s the heresy of Consequentialism, which Pope St. John Paul II condemned in Veritatis Splendor. The ends do not justify the means, and it is particularly hypocritical to exploit a human body in order to advance what you describe as a pro-life cause.
You can say that you are anti-abortion, but don’t fool yourself that you are pro-life. Being pro-life is much, much larger than being against abortion; being pro-life is not about the mere fact of life but about the dignity of life. It’s not so much about babies getting born but about the personhood, human worth, and individual agency of each living person.
A dead body, because it belongs to God and God alone, is not yours to do with as you will (as though it was ever yours to do with as you will). By treating it as though it were, by not burying it immediately and entrusting it to God, you do not prove your superior pro-life credentials. You—you, Lauren Handy and you, Frank Pavone, and you who defend them and do the same—prove only that you have contempt for life.
Mary Pezzulo writes in her article:
I am a Catholic. I believe that human beings have intrinsic value from conception until they die. They ought not to be abused. They ought not to be killed. They also ought not to be exploited and used as a commercial for anybody’s nonprofit or anarchist group.
That leaves me feeling very alone right now.
You’re not alone, Mary.
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