Bill O’Reilly speaks for the babies
When I took on the topic of abortion, the Fox blowhard went after me
Topics: Abortion, Bill O'Reily, Media Criticism, Roe v. Wade, Reproductive Rights, Fox, Cancer, Pro-choice, pro-life, Life News, Entertainment News
When I wrote last month of my conviction that life begins at conception — and my unshakable belief in the need for reproductive choice — I knew that I was risking attracting the attention of the trolls. And attract them I did, setting off a surge of blistering articles, emails and tweets, many to the effect that I’m worse than Hitler and that my mother should have aborted me. Thanks, “Christians!” I did, however, also get supportive messages from fellow pro-choicers, and exactly one email from a self-described “Imperfect Christ-follower” who invited a conversation on the “difficult, potentially contradictory ramifications” of abortion. What I hadn’t expected was that I’d land on the radar of loofah enthusiast and JFK-assassination-hogwash-dealer Papa Bear himself, Bill O’Reilly.
In a typically whipped-up, O’Reilly-spew blog post over the weekend, the Fox host offers a “Good grief!” on the subject of reproductive autonomy, and my opinions on it. He chillingly invokes the murder of George Tiller in his screed against me, yet again disavowing any role in “encouraging the assassination.” And he pouts, “What gives Williams the right to determine that her life is better than the baby she carries? Who appointed Williams the arbiter of who lives and who dies?” I had been wondering what the sudden uptick in disturbing hate mail had been about; a heads-up from a friend explained it. It had been the power of Bill.
What O’Reilly casually overlooked in his piece is that I mentioned in my original story that I’m in an experimental drug trial. When I began the trial — at a moment in my life I had stage-4 cancer that had spread to my distant organs, a cancer that usually kills within six months — I signed a contract stipulating I understood that if I became pregnant my doctors could no longer treat me. It’s simple math: If I accidentally found myself pregnant now, stopped treatment and my cancer returned, I likely wouldn’t live long enough to deliver a baby. It would be a “pro-life” choice that would end in two deaths, and my two children would be left without a mother. So you want to know who appointed me arbiter of decisions affecting my health and my body, of my life? I did. Oh, and the United States Supreme Court, in 1973. And frankly, Bill O’Reilly, when you rhapsodize over, and I quote directly, “a developing fetus or viable baby ingesting in the womb,” you don’t exactly inspire confidence as the most qualified individual on Earth to take over that job.
Mary Elizabeth Williams is a staff writer for Salon and the author of "Gimme Shelter: My Three Years Searching for the American Dream." Follow her on Twitter: @embeedub. More Mary Elizabeth Williams.







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