Different people-groups want reparations for historical tragedies.
If reparations are a valid concept, adult children may someday be able to sue biological parents for aborting their siblings.
Just because something is legal when it is done, doesn’t mean it is right, Right? This is the basis for reparations.
And what if children of divorce begin to sue parents for stress caused by divorce, or by not conceiving them within the bounds of marriage?
But, does someone who should have never been born, have the right to sue for the circumstances of their birth?
First, consider the biological fact that the sperm that made you, WANTED to be hit that egg inside your mother.
I was made with one sperm cell from my father and one egg from my mother. (I think my conception is the only race I’ve ever won.)
My father served in WW2, in the Pacific. His ship, the USS Chilton, took two hits at different times by kamikaze planes and another time, broke up in rough seas and sank. He could have died there. If he had died, my mother (then a high school girl) probably would have married someone else, and it’s unlikely the egg cell that became me would have ever been fertilized.
I exist because of who my parents were. Consider all the men who died during WW2, leaving behind wives who remarried and had children by their new husbands.
Those children exist because of the selfishness of Hitler, Hirohito and Mussolini.
Yes, as much as people hate Hitler, he had a direct hand in the conception of hundreds of thousands of baby-boomers.
Many of today’s antifa members exist explicitly because of Hitler’s cruel insanity. Now that's a mind-bender, eh?
More of my backstory: I am the fourth child born to my parents; with two older sisters and an older brother.
My brother died when he was a few hours old.
I was told that I was tried-for because my older brother died.
Though it was meant to be a positive message, I later realized that if my brother had lived, I would not have been born.
I would not have been tried for.
We need to end the fairytale that every child that was conceived was destined to be conceived.
None of us alive today, of any color, should have been born, but here we are, with life owing us nothing.
Now let’s step into Black America. Today’s true African-Americans exist because of slavery. George W. Carver, Frederick Douglass, Harriet Tubman, MLK, Oprah Winfrey, Maxine Waters, Lena Horne and Michelle Obama could never have been born unless their ancestors had been sold to white slave traders by rival African tribes or by Muslim traders selling human flesh.
Most of these folks with unfortunate pasts, they know that they couldn’t exist unless someone else had done something. Something wrong.
Someone did something bad.
They are the result of someone else’s sin, large or small. This makes some of them feel illegitimate, right?
Well, Good News, of sorts. They share that carnival ride with every other human that walks this earth.
Go up any family tree far enough, you will find that slavery, adultery, murder, war, disease, poison, early widow(er)hood, fornication, sex trafficking, etc. created our lineages; hence, all of us.
We are all bastards.
Does that brand us as unworthy of life?
No. But it does say something about God, that He is willing to commune with people like us who never should never have been born.
Perhaps this is the real rub; people want to feel they deserved to be born.
And if they deserved to be born, then the world must owe them something.
A note to those in 1st-generation fatherlessness:
Other than abortion, fatherlessness is the perhaps the ultimate disenfranchisement.
But as a man, I have to protest deadbeat dads taking all the heat for fatherless children.
Unless the mother was raped, she is as much to blame for fatherless children as the men,
because she did not make sure her children would have a married father at home when they were conceived.
I find it odd that the people most interested in reparations are statistically the most likely to create fatherless, therefore disenfranchised, children.
Note: I had my dad at home . I was 47 when he died. I remember the funeral.
Even though I had a wife and three kids to look after, I literally wished I could crawl in the coffin, put my head on Dad’s chest,
pull the lid shut and be buried with him.
If you are fatherless, I feel sorry for you on a level you might not be able to comprehend.
Eric J. Rose