I remember when I first heard about the Colorado Springs-based Father Daughter Purity Balls. The sun was setting over the California coast. A cool breeze rippled my surgical gown. I was getting my monthly abortion at Planned Parenthood, right before my date with my drug dealer. So when I learned of the family that would destroy my ability to murder babies carelessly and routinely (it’s just like tossing out a tampon you guys!), I waged permanent war on all those that would stand in my way.
Because this so-called culture war? Some people think of it as an actual war.
You choose either Jesus or Satan, locked in timeless struggle over your soul. Which side are you on?
Abortion rights is central to an ongoing political struggle between the religious right and everyone else. Everyone with any skin in the game sees abortion as the tip of a political-cultural iceberg, founded on the Constitution, the role of religion in public policy, the health care system (over a sixth of our GDP), the economy, race, class, ability. And, oh yeah, women.
Women’s and girls’ bodies are both the weapons and the spoils of this “war.”
This is one context for Mirjam von Arx‘s provocative documentary, Virgin Tales, which I was lucky to see at the Denver Film Festival this weekend.
Just a routine family photo sesh