2nd year I’ve participated with my family.
Something like 35,000 – 40,000 people, on a lovely spring day in the middle of winter, showed up to walk. Maybe a few dozen people showed up to counter protest. As always, the very good and moving speakers spent as much time and emphasis on loving, healing and praying for the mothers and fathers and abortion providers as was spent mourning the children lost. This is a good thing. The babies are beyond our reach, but the people who make this horror possible are still our brothers and sisters, and it is they with whom we must work and for whom we must pray if things are going to change.
And things do seem to be changing.
Years ago, we lived in San Francisco for a couple years, and I’ve experienced various protests and demonstrations staged there. The most prominent participants were totally confrontational – right in your face, often dressed bizarrely, clearly trying to challenge and dehumanize their perceived opponents. The Gay Pride parade springs particularly to mind here.
Walk for life is different. Sure, there are a few nuts – very few – but your typical walkers are a mom pushing a stroller, a gaggle of teenage girls, or priest in a cassock, who are much more likely to pass in silence than to give the occasional hooting counter-protester so much as a frown.
Final note, for both ‘teams’ – bullhorns are like tin-foil hats: it’s not written in stone anywhere that somebody wearing a tin-foil hat or wielding a bull horn is a nut, but that’s how the smart money is betting.