You may have heard this story. Thirty-one-year-old Savita Halappanavar, who was visiting Ireland from India, was 17 weeks pregnant when she went to University Hospital Galway with back pain. They found out that she was miscarrying. According to the Irish Times, after spending a day in severe pain, Halappanavar started begging to have delivery induced, since there was no way the fetus could survive. She was refused, because the fetus still had a heartbeat. [According] to the hospital’s interpretation of Catholic theology and Irish law, preserving a fetus that could not possibly survive was more important than an actual, breathing, otherwise healthy and lively woman.
How in the world is that pro-life?
Savita Halappanavar died because an entire country decided to sentimentalize every clump of dividing cells that might or might not be able to develop into a full human being. In fact, in this case, the clump of cells’ only actual effect was to destroy the life of its host, a real human being. As her husband told another newspaper: "How can you let a young woman go to save a baby who will die anyway? Savita could have had more babies.... It has been a terrible few weeks, very hard to understand how this could happen in the 21st century, very hard to explain to her family. If it had happened in the UK or India, the whole thing would have been over in a few hours."
And he told Reuters, "I am still in shock. It is hard to believe that religion can mean somebody's life."
But it can.
Go read the whole heartbreaking, infuriating thing. And remember to punch the next idiot who tells you that he wants to "get rid of" Planned Parenthood or that there's no need for a "life of the mother" exception—which Ireland has and Savita Halappanavar is dead anyway.