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It's the holiday season- so what does that mean?
The annual NARAL door-to-door canvassing. Since I moved her four years ago, folks from the National Abortion Rights Action League have knocked my door every year about this time. I know how this works, I know they have databases and walk-lists, why do they keep knocking on my door?
They were here about two weeks ago. A young man this time. I wish I had the presence of mind to hear them out and to try to lure them into telling me more about their cause. I can't do it. I always politely say "We're Pro-Life" and move to close the door.
I understand going door-to-door to sign petitions for the environment. I understand going door-to-door to sell coffee of wrapping paper for your school. I understand going door-to-door to pitch a political candidate. I understand going door-to-door to raise the cause of AIDS in Africa or hungry children closer to home or even to protest against the War. I can understand the passion that would cause people to go out on a very cold night and door knock strangers. I can't understand door-knocking to sign up people to ensure that abortion is legal at every stage, for any reason.
Of course- the volunteers are paid, so that might explain some of it. College students will sell their plasma (and other bodily fluids) for money. I don't know.
It's a sad cause to me.