Monday, July 26, 2010 The Michigan Daily - michigandaily.com i 5 { JY i z r Pro-life 102 Breaking the big city silence She is a she. It doesn't change what she feels. She can imagine, in the throes of a vivid daydream, the anguish and worry of an unexpected pregnancy, even if others might" say that she's so sheltered and naive she can't ANNA possibly imagine PAONE it. She's a college student, after all, and she knows how complicated it would get were she to unexpectedly expect. And beyond that, she wants to act, and she has heard of actresses lined up for lucrative roles who were forced to forfeit them after they become pregnant. She also knows many brilliant men who hold the same ideals, and she feels the pain they brush off when opponents disregard their opinion because of their gender. But she has no problem being one of the many intelligent female faces of the pro-life movement. This is the path she has chosen. There's that word again - choice. In a way, she did not have any herself, because if she did she surely would go for a less contro- versial position. She was under the impression that it didn't matter how many people hated her. But she discovered that it's a whole lot harder than it looks, especially in the halls of academia she inhabits. She has a terrible foreboding that any future potential employer will Google her and find her published pro-life statements, photos of her at rallies and breakfasts, and revoke the kindly hand of hiring. But she can't stop. It's her own little inside joke now because she, too, won't cease her oft-maligned activities. She has read through sci- entific studies and philosophy, she has reflected on it herself as people on both sides always encourage one another to do and she has seen the pictures and videos. But shock value was not what got her. Reason was what got her, along with the belief that there is a prevailing mor- ally correct answer no matter what the circumstance. Okay - yes, she's "religious." She's Catholic, naturally. But like nearly every other young Catholic in America today, there was a time when she was not so pious. It was a time when the unpopular social teachings of Rome didn't seem worth the strain that would come with defending them. But then she circumnavigated her way back both liturgically and hagiographically - the saints, the tradition, the beauty and the truth of the path to holiness called her back. Eventually she fig- ured out that she could and would understand the social teaching. But that's not what turned her into the "dreaded" pro-lifer. It wasn't shock value that got her. It was reason. Of course, the pro-life move- ment is always figuring out how much, if any, emphasis it should put on its religious roots. She could be of the mind that it cannot abandon its Christian supporters and those of other faiths - that encouraging a more secular attitude is tanta- mount to a minor apostasy. Or she could believe that Bible verses on protest signs and ostentatious dis- plays of prayer will merely alienate the people they are trying to help. She is inclined to hold to the lat- ter, but it's too blurry a picture to say for certain if the girl is just one person, or if she is representative of most pro-lifers. For she is not a clinic bomber. She can be a fiery speaker, but she does not attack. She knows that such actions are contrary to the argument that life is the greatest good, and she's mortified when misguided people wreak destruc- tion and give the other side a reason to believe that they are not in it for the right reasons. Because they are - the major- ity of them, at least. She knows those who disagree will read over her story, listen to her debate and walk away disgusted for whatever reason. She knows anger at her stance will blind many to the point where they will not investigate its many erudite defenses. She consid- ers herself a pro-life feminist, but she knows that many equate such a person with the Tooth Fairy or, amongst atheists, with God. (For that matter, she would likely side with a pro-life atheist over a pro- choice Catholic.) She is going to be a filmmaker some day, and maybe a novelist too, if she doesn't allow opposition to beat her down first. But even if it does, it's still not about her. It's about babies, people and dignity. - Anna Paone can be reached at apaone@umich.edu. 've spent a bit of time in New York recently, and it is here that I discovered the pleasure of big city anonymity. Walking through these streets, " heading toward a farmers' market or a free theater per- formance, I can be sure that I'm just CAROLYN part of a crowd, C H indistinguishable LUSCH in the memories of passers-by from the hundreds of other citizens on the sidewalks. If I do something embarrassing, like trip on a jagged bit of concrete or get stuck in the closing subway doors, people will glance for a moment and forget my face. These pedes- trians have destinations I couldn't guess, and I'll prob- ably never see them again. I've gained a: funny story,n and, at most, EmailBruno at brunors@ I've lost only a few seconds of dignity. I thought about this again when a friend showed me a YouTube video of Improv Everywhere, a zany theat- rical group who in this case invaded that same subway system and staged a reenactment of Princess Leia's cap- ture by the Empire from "Star Wars." I watched the actress' face as she sat in her white robe and sticky bun hairdo, ignoring the puzzled stares of the other passengers. She didn't care one bit about what they thought of her. At that moment, she didn't have a name or a definable face. She was playing a part, and later that evening, she'd go back to her apartment, take down her hair, eat a bowl of cereal and watch the news. And above all, she would not have lost anything. Now, imagine that happening on a Bursley-Baits bus. Ann Arbor is a city where you can run into people you know every time you leave your home. Yet people frequently engage in acts that impact the general pub- lic. Just think of all of the drum- mers and preachers on the Diag, the people who run into classrooms and give out candy, the young men who sit outside Espresso Royale collect- ing stories, the people who invaded the fishbowl to play live Pac Man and nearly gave me a panic attack my freshman year. I've always wondered what causes people to do this. I've only taken part in public acts once or twice, and they weren't positive experiences. An organization once compelled me to go bucketing, which entails standing on a street corner and ask- ing passers-by for money to support good causes. I could barely stand the c but in the end, the interaction is about one party profiting from the other. The only kinds of public acts that strike me as worth the stress and potential humiliation are ones with the end of creating connections between people. It takes courage to break out of the anonymity afforded by a city and actually pursue personal rela- tionships. It requires granting some basic trust to a broad section of humanity. So many times - in Ann Arbor, New York, Detroit or any other big city - I've seen the individuals milling around me and wanted badly to connect with them. The man over there is reading artonbyBSrunostortini my favorite author. The girl walking toward me has such a look of con- fidence and peace. The grandmother- ly figure on the bench is singing softly to herself. The stories are all around me, but they seem so inac- cessible. &anich.edu. few hours I put in. I knew that no one would think much about it after they passed me, and I knew that the money was goingto legitimately help people in need. Yet I watched the oncoming traffic anxiously, terrified that someone I knew and respected would walk by. Given the choice, I'd rather have New York subway doors close on me over and over again. It takes courage to break out of big city anonymity. On the other hand, I don't think I'd mind sitting on the street and asking people for their stories. Approaching people for their finan- cial contributions, religious convic- tions or political support has a place, A certain young woman I met on the subway made that effort of kin- ship, ignored the norm of New York commuter apathy and, instead of averting her eyes, started talking to me. As we clutched the backs of seats and swayed with the rattling of the car, she told me her story of coming to the city and the challenges she'd encountered. We discovered we were both from the Midwest, thatwe both went to big public universities and that neither of us cared about football. We laughed in the middle of an otherwise silent train. If she can do this as a lonely new- comer in the biggest city in the coun- try, I must be able to do much more as a comfortable resident of a small, friendly city like Ann Arbor. People pass by on the sidewalk every day, and that makes for a lot of stories I have yet to hear. - Carolyn Lusch can be reached at Icarolyn@umich.edu. * LIKE WHAT YOU SEE HERE? Want to see more? Check out more from Daily columnists, additional viewpoints from students and more cartoons posted online throughout the week. Goto michigandaily.corn and click on 'Opinion.' LETTERS TO THE EDITOR Letters are edited for style, length, clarity, and accuracy. All submissions become property of the Daily. Send let- ters to tothedaily@umich.edu or visit michigandaily.com and click on 'Letter to the editor.'