I think, I really only know, approximately three things about George Tiller, he was a medical doctor who was willing to provide abortions, he went to church, he was assassinated. I don’t know if George Tiller was a good or bad doctor. I don’t know if he was a regular church goer. I really know very little about him.
I do know that his assassination has put fear in me. I work at a clinic that is willing to provide abortions. I am not sure if anyone close to me, knows the fear I feel. I fear the websites that take pictures of my car when I go to work (not one of those cars has ever been in my name). I fear they will publish the address of the person who lent me their car, and that the retaliation will be against them. I fear going to work. I fear for my patients, including the ones that say to me “They don’t know I am christian too”… as if casting the first stone were a Christian act. I fear copy-cats. I fear people who don’t understand. I fear people who aren’t more pensive in their analysis of life. I fear people who can’t understand the conversation I had this morning with a doctor who works at a pro-choice clinic.
The doctor I spoke with, is Roman Catholic, born and raised in Latin America; for most of his life he has worked at Catholic hospitals. He frequently tells his patients that he has never met a mother who regretted her child. He does not perform abortions; he refuses because he does not agree with them. He does however, counsel women and provide the 24 hour medical consent they need in order to get abortions. His stance, a rather conservative one, is that women deserve to be educated and make a logic based decision for themselves in a supportive environment. He feels there are women who will go to no ends to make sure they can have an abortion, so why not make sure they are aware of all consequences and ensure that they have their abortion in a safe, clean, environment?
His view is more conservative than mine. However today, we both shared in our fear of a copycat. We shared, in our fear of what it means that some praise an assassination.