Savita Halappanavar | Savita Halappanavar
Nov.21.2012
Words like “pro-choice” did not even occur to her as they forced an iron rod into her vagina and, together with the blood, remnants of an unborn human being seeped out. She wept a little for the lost child and much more for the scalded part that was essential to her job. Shanno was a sex...
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Nov.18.2012
Her eyes mirror a thousand tomorrows,
And thousands beyond.
A tide of pain decrees her legacy.
Cassocked men weep
And shrug and turn their heads,
Wash their Pilate-hands.
Martyr to yesterday,
Innocence outshines
The lights of a thousand candle
Flames, begging the
Question...
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Nov.17.2012
I have never attended a candlelit vigil before so I did not know what to expect. I knew that I had to dress warmly and so donned a warm hat and two pairs of socks and my favourite vintage coat that guarantees central heating even in extreme Arctic conditions. However, my emotions were not prepared...
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