I Am That Witch: Tara Flynn on Ireland’s Outdated Abortion Laws

It’s a few years since anyone was burnt at the stake in Ireland. There was that poor woman who haunts half the properties in Kilkenny, but since she went up in flames, you’re not really supposed to do witch hunts anymore. We’re much more civilized now, even if we suspect someone has a devotion to crystals and more than one cat.

But if you ever want to rouse a baying mob, howling for your blood (and come on, who doesn’t love that?) there is one last thing you can do: say the word “abortion.” Even better, mention that you’ve had one. Some people won’t be long dragging you to the village square for a good old fashioned shaming. I should know. I am that witch.

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Of course, instead of village squares these days we have the internet, and with it everyone’s presumed entitlement to have their say or a right old go. Thankfully, it turns out that’s only a tiny part of the picture. But I’ll come back to that.

Recently, I’ve told my own story of having had an abortion. Abortions themselves aren’t news in Ireland: even though they’re all but illegal (you have to say that, although in practice the legal framework pretty much prohibits them completely), we all know someone who’s had one. It’s a common procedure. Not a pleasant one – a crisis pregnancy is the furthest thing from pleasant you could imagine – but definitely common. And simple. The decision leading to it isn’t straightforward, but the procedure is. Reaching that decision is one of the hardest things many people ever have to do, but once their mind is made up and they’ve explored every option, sometimes termination is the only way for them. If they could only access it legally and safely…

But here in Ireland, you can’t. So you’re forced to explore other “options”: either max out your credit card on flights and accommodation, not to mention the procedure itself, to get yourself to Britain or Netherlands or anywhere this kind of medical care is available, or you stay in Ireland and continue a pregnancy you didn’t choose and with which you cannot cope. For many, this is too much. Think the days of hurling yourself down stairs, crashing the car “just enough,” or coat hangers are gone the way of witch-burnings? Think again. That’s happening to women who can’t afford to travel or whose visas don’t allow them to, today. Today. Let me say that again, just so’s we’re clear: that stuff is happening today.

Think the days of hurling yourself down stairs, crashing the car “just enough,” or coat hangers are gone the way of witch-burnings? Think again.

So I decided to tell my story, in an attempt to give a human face to the abstract numbers (12 each day) and demonization of people who make this choice. You know what’s the craic? When anonymous eejits react to your crisis pregnancy with such wisdom and compassion as “Why not close your legs, slut?” or “If you didn’t want to get pregnant, shoulda used contraception, ya thick bitch!” Oh boys, THANK YOU. Why didn’t I think of that? Because we all know contraception always works. You know, mostly it does. I’ve been sexually active for a loooong time now (I’m very old) and pregnant only once. I know about contraception, thanks for ‘splainin’. Actually, on this occasion I’d taken a morning after pill. Yes, it can happen, Judgey Judgerson. Still feeling cocky?

March for Choice - HeadStuff.orgThen there are words like “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Evil.” All I can tell you is what I personally believe: it isn’t murder. I couldn’t have done it if that’s what I believed. Many people do believe that, but many, many more do not, particularly at the very early stages of pregnancy, which is when most abortions take place. My belief still didn’t make it an easy decision, but it did make it clear. This is one of the main reasons I’m pro-choice; it doesn’t matter what I believe – each individual has to be free to choose what they do, according to their beliefs. It seems so obvious to me that no one should interfere in this incredibly personal decision: not the state, not concern trolls, not anyone. I hope you never are faced with it. But if you are, I hope all the options are safely available to you.

It seems so obvious to me that no one should interfere in this incredibly personal decision: not the state, not concern trolls, not anyone.

The most judgemental voices – the lads and lassies leading the shame posse, torches aflame – tend to be those who’ve literally never thought about what they (or someone close to them) would do in that situation. FYI, you simply can’t know until you’re in it. I didn’t. But the statistical likelihood is that someone close to them has been in this situation, “gone to England” and “sorted it out” and never told. Some people don’t even tell their mums. Ever. Especially if their surname is Judgerson.

March for choice - HeadStuff.orgI mentioned that shaming was only part of the picture. When I decided to tell my own story and stand with the people having to travel, as well as the many more forced into horrific situations at home, I had a secret hope that times had changed. For all the bitchwhorekillersluts-slingers out there, or those gleefully challenging me to “debate” the most personal aspects of my life, there was so much more love. Support. My inbox flooded with people’s own stories. Finally, we know each other when we meet. We nod. “I know.” Hundreds of thousands of us. And we’re sick of being called criminals by our own country, or having our constitution declaring us equal to a fertilized egg.

I MCed the March for Choice this year, as I have before. But this time, with full disclosure. There I was in the village square, warts and all. But nobody set me on fire. Not a torch in sight. Thousands more than ever before publicly raised their voices in support of their sisters, mothers, friends and wives. Something has shifted. Something has unstuck. The witch hunters may still be out there, but my feet? My feet haven’t even been singed.

 

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Tara wrote “You’re Grand: the Irishwoman’s Secret Guide to Life” (Hachette Ireland) and “Giving Out Yards: the Art of Complaint, Irish Style” (Hachette) is in shops from October 15th.

 

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