By DEXTER DUGGAN
PHOENIX — Along city streets you see fast-food outlets, grocery stores, day-care drop-offs, restaurants, office-supply stores, home-improvement big boxes, apparel shops, florists, a regional bus line’s terminal, and pizza, pizza, pizza.
It’s the panoply of modern commerce just around the corner from your home, competing for attention with big windows and bright lighting, boasting of their excellence to lure you into opening your wallet.
Businesses vying for notice are today’s equivalent of the three-ring circus under the big tent. How lucky if a television reporter happens to stop by, looking for some feature-story material.
What if the worker behind the counter were to say about the food or the flowers, “I’d prefer not to talk about it”? “I really can’t go over what we do here”? “This is sort of touchy to get into”? “I’m not comfortable discussing this”?
That’d be even stranger if this reluctant business had been lauded as a provider of basic constitutional rights by no less than the U.S. Supreme Court.
But that’s the paradox of the 21st century abortion clinic that slinked in to the strip mall, trying to normalize the abnormal by blending into the everyday.
The enterprise may be right across the neighborhood street from a toddlers’ nursery or pet store, but at some level it realizes its shame. Including when it fails to deliver the goods by accidentally delivering a live baby. … Continue Reading