The Freedom to Live: Final thoughts on the JFA exhibit
Today marked the last day of the Justice for All exhibit being on the UA mall. For some on campus it’s a relief; for others such as myself, it’s a somber goodbye to a very moving time on campus. I was about to write a 10-item list of what I learned, but I’ve decided to let it flow into paragraphs instead.
It is truly unfortunate that we have to “shock” people, but there will always be a certain portion of the student body who needs to see that in order for them to make the effort to become informed. If people would get informed on their own without being “shocked,” not only would we not need the pictures, but we wouldn’t need to educate the student body, either.
The “shock” effect initially led me to believe that JFA would be associated with such mall phenomena as Brother Jed and Bible Jim. For the most part, this was never the case. Nobody came out with their signs and megaphones to come challenge us in a shouting match. For the most part, everything remained very peaceful.
What shocked me more than the relative calm was something different, namely that people of other faiths to whom I talked deride the practice and legality of abortion. One would think the Church should be the primary voice, but all we manage to do it seems is either to shove bibles in people’s faces or remain silent as if there is no problem.
Some of those to whom I spoke were not Americans. Three of them were Muslims from the Middle East. Here in the United States, we often espouse certain rights enshrined in our Constitution such as freedom of speech, assembly, and press. Often, it may give us an ego trip compared to our fellow international students. What then is indicated when I have to explain to an international student why unborn children in the United States don’t have the freedom to live?
The Holocaust claimed 11 million. Pol Pot’s genocide in Cambodia claimed 2 million, some of whom are family I will never meet. In contrast, the American Unborn Genocide has now claimed the lives of 40 million. The numbers are difficult to fathom. While my exposure to pictures such as these in high school has desensitized me to their violence to a very large degree, I don’t know what to do with a number like 40 million? How many cities is that? How many small countries could fit into that number?
And while this week’s events statistically may make a trivial impact, our God is not a god of statistics. He is a God who loves each and every one of us, in such detail that the very hairs on our heads are numbered. One heart changed, one mind challenged, one life saved is not a waste of time.
Photograph by Nils Fretwurst.








