The Price We Paid For Fleetwood Mac
Stevie Nicks of Fleetwood Mac in an interview with the Guardian, attributed the success of the band to her choice to abort the baby she conceived with Don Henley of the Eagles in 1979.
“If I had not had that abortion, I’m pretty sure there would have been no Fleetwood Mac,” Nicks said. “There’s just no way that I could have had a child then, working as hard as we worked constantly. And there were a lot of drugs, I was doing a lot of drugs … I would have had to walk away.”
As a post-abortive woman myself, I know what a mom has to do to her soul to end the life of her baby. The argument that rages in her head, "It's you or me, baby -- my dreams, my way of life -- and I choose ME." I know the humiliating sensation of being pregnant and unmarried (or worse, unwanted). The awareness that there will be criticism, shame and whispers is nothing compared to the judgment you anticipate should you carry and ADOPT -- "How could you just give up your baby like that?" As if the choice to carry a human in utero for nine months, endure the birth process, and choose a better family arrangement for your child is equal to taking out the garbage.
Post-abortive women often cannot admit there WAS another choice. Choosing life (parenting or adoption) would have brought its own set of fear, pain and challenge. It WAS another choice, but to admit it was an option would mean she is a selfish monster. As she rationalizes it, her abortion is PROOF that she was too kind to bring a child she couldn’t care for into the world.
Most people believe, under pressure, we would die to save our loved ones. It is the highest calling of humanity to sacrifice our life to save another, and every one of us wants to believe, given the situation, we would rise to that call. But a woman who aborts knows she faced the ultimate test – and failed. She KNOWS she chose herself over someone else. Someone who could not save themselves.
It takes a huge amount of mental energy and self-deceit to abort. But compared to the energy we must use afterwards to convince ourselves that we did what was BEST for the baby, it’s very small. Sometimes the lie that she aborted to prevent her baby from suffering is the only thing that’s holding her together. As twisted as that sounds, post abortive women have a huge investment in maintaining that lie.
Stevie Nicks has to deny the possibility that experiencing the miracle of life growing inside her was all she needed to walk away from the drugs. And that giving birth might have taken her musical gifts to new inspiring heights, filled her life with meaning and the enduring love she has evidently been searching for unsuccessfully her whole life.
Women who abort are not the enemy. What we have done is horrible. It is murder. We have taken the life of a completely innocent human being. The decision and the act of selfishness is ultimately hers, but you and I share in the social responsibility. It takes two to make a baby, and but it takes many more to make it go away.
The relatives who only see the family shame.
The people who suggest abortion is her “best option,” who paid for it or went with her to the clinic so she wouldn't have to go through it "alone."
The school administrators who point out “Pregnancy is cause for expulsion” — without realizing the student heard “Abort and you can continue to attend.”
The churchgoers who are overheard disparaging single moms.
The educators who taught her SHE has the right to choose – but fail to mention abortion steals SOMEONE ELSE’S right to live.
Everyone who knowingly voted for a pro-abortion candidate or a candidate whose position on abortion was unknown.
And anyone who could have intervened, but didn’t.
That probably covers just about all of us.
A woman who aborts is desperate to believe her decision was "brave." And she must maintain that deception to avoid being crushed by the truth of what she has done. Ms. Nicks, at 72, has no choice but to justify her decision to abort. She has to proclaim that a woman's "right to choose" does more good for society than any one child might. She has to believe that "Fleetwood Mac" brought more into the world than her baby could have.
She cannot acknowledge that every child aborted is one less playmate, one less workmate, one less husband or wife, one less friend, one less scientist, one less artist, one less doctor. One less grandparent. Every abortion terminates not only one life, but every life that would have been born as a result of that one. An infinite number of generations, cut off in a few minutes.
There are no words to describe what that realization feels like. No human can carry the weight of all those losses forever rippling outward into eternity, on their shoulders.