Ann Coulter tweeted something rather offensive during Monday’s Presidential debate in which she used the word “retard,” and the entire world is now up in arms calling her an insensitive hatemonger. I have my own opinions about the hysteria over this word, and I suppose that’s a topic for another day, but what shocks me is the moral “outrage” over Coulter’s tweet, when pro-choice people all over our country support, well … killing the “retards.”
Between 90-92% of parents who receive a prenatal diagnosis of Down Syndrome terminate their pregnancies. Of course, it’s a painstaking decision, and I don’t believe that the majority of parents are cavalier about it, but ultimately, this is the choice they make.
… and then they kill the “retard.”
If my callous tone disturbs you — good, because if we as a country can allow this (GRAPHIC: Do NOT click in the presence of children) … then we really have no business being offended by the insensitive words of a political pundit.
When I witness the left’s exasperation over a tweet, yet they refuse to advocate for the “least of these” — and furthermore, support the extinction of those whom they deem imperfect (remind you of something?)– I’m sorry, but that’s just lopsided, screwball morality.
Maybe I wouldn’t feel so strongly about this were it not for the fact that my church has one of the most dynamic special needs ministries in the state of Texas. Leadership decided a long time ago that it was our job, as the body of Christ, to minister to the marginalized in society. Is there any greater example of a marginalized group of people than those who face mental challenges?
Can they often be loud, obnoxious, and sometimes difficult to understand? You bet!
(Did I not also just describe myself? Absolutely.)
We love these folks. We don’t isolate them into a particular section of the sanctuary on Sunday mornings . They integrate into everything we do. They worship with us. We bless them, and more important, they bless us.
We all have special needs.
We’re all imperfect.
We all deserve a chance to be brought into this world — wanted or not — and to glorify our Creator in the unique way He intended.