It took me a long time, when I was much younger, to understand a conversation like the one a nine-year-old boy was having recently at the dinner table with his mother, a physician who performs abortions. I heard the story from her husband when he found out I’m a pro-lifer. “What is abortion?” the nine-year-old asked. His mother, the physician, tried to explain the procedure simply. “But that’s killing the baby!” the boy exclaimed. She went on to tell him of the different time periods in the fetus’s evolution when there were limits on abortion.“What difference,” her son asked, “is how many months you can do it? That’s still killing the baby!”

I didn’t see that an actual baby, a human being, was being killed by abortion for years because just about everyone I knew—my wife, members of the family, the reporters I worked with at the Village Voice and other places—were pro-choice. But then—covering cases of failed late-term abortions with a live baby bursting into the room to be hidden away until it died—I began to start examining abortion seriously.

I came across medical textbooks for doctors who cared for pregnant women, and one of them—The Unborn Patient: Prenatal Diagnosis and Treatment by Drs. Harrison, Golbus, and Filly—turned me all the way around: “The concept that the fetus is a patient, an individual (with a DNA distinct from everyone else’s), whose maladies are a proper subject for medical treatment . . . is alarmingly modern. . . . Only now are we beginning to consider the fetus seriously—medically, legally, and ethically.”

I also began to be moved by a nationally known pro-life black preacher who said: “There are those who argue that the [woman’s] right to privacy is of a higher order than the right of life. That was the premise of slavery. You could not protest the existence of slaves on the plantation because that was private [property] and therefore outside of your right to be concerned.” (His name was Jesse Jackson, but that was before he decided to run for president, and changed his position.)

So, in the 1980s, in my weekly column in the Village Voice, I openly and clearly declared myself to be pro-life. That was—and still is—the most controversial position I’ve taken. I was already well known around the country as a syndicated columnist (appearing then in the Washington Post) reporting on assaults on free speech and civil liberties as well as focusing on education, police abuse, and human-rights violations around the world.

Much of that writing was controversial, but nothing as incendiary as being a pro-lifer. Some of the women editors at the Voice stopped speaking to me; and while I had been a frequent lecturer on free speech at colleges and universities, those engagements stopped. The students electing speakers were predominantly liberals and pro-choicers. They didn’t want this pro-life infidel on their campuses.

I was still winning some journalism awards, the most prestigious of which was one from the National Press Foundation in Washington “for lifetime distinguished contributions to journalism.” I’d been told by the head of the foundation that the selection committee’s decision had been unanimous. But as I came into the building to accept the award, a committee member told me there had been a serious and sometimes angry debate about my being chosen.

“Some on the committee didn’t think that my reporting was that good?” I asked. She hesitated. “No, it wasn’t that.” “Oh.” I got the message. “They didn’t think a pro-lifer should be honored.” “Yes,” she nodded, “that was it.”

A very pro-choice law professor I knew did invite me to debate him at his college, Harvard. When I started, the audience was largely hostile, but soon I sensed that I was making some headway, and my debating partner became irritated. “If you’re so pro-life,” he shouted, “why don’t you go out and kill abortionists?”I looked at him, and said gently, “Because I’m pro-life.” That response seemed to register on some of the students.

During other public debates in various settings, I challenge pro-abortionists to look at photographs in multi-dimensional ultrasound sonograms of infants waiting to be born: their eyes, the moving, outstretched fingers and hands. I have read of women who, on being shown a sonogram of their child, decided not to have an abortion. And I greatly welcomed the news that on May 29, 2009, Nebraska’s unicameral legislature unanimously voted for a bill that its supporters called “The Mother’s Right to See Her Unborn Child Ultrasound Bill.” It is now the law in that state that before an abortion, the mother has to begin to get to know—through a sonogram—the child she is thinking of killing.

And, even more likely to prevent abortions is this breaking development reported on June 30, 2009, on lifesitenews.com: “A London art student—Jorge Lopez, a Brazilian student at the Royal College of Art in London—has developed a revolutionary new step in prenatal imagery that allows parents to hold a life-size model of their unborn baby.” Using four-dimensional ultrasound images and MRI scans, plaster models can be built “that can delineate the unique form of each child.” Says inventor Lopez: “It’s amazing to see the faces of the mothers. They can see the full scale of their baby, really understand the size of it.”

And really understand that it is a unique human being!

On this basic issue, there was an interesting conversation on the June 18 episode of Jon Stewart’s popular TV program, The Daily Show. Stewart is pro-choice, and his guest, former Arkansas governor and presidential candidate Mike Huckabee, is pro-life. Said Huckabee: “To me the issue is so much more than about abortion. It’s about the fundamental issue of whether or not every human life has intrinsic worth and value.” Stewart asked him whether he thought that pro-choicers “don’t believe that every human life has value.” Answered Huckabee: “I don’t truly believe that even people who would consider themselves ‘pro-choice’ actually like abortion [but] they haven’t thought through the implications . . . of their conclusions.” Huckabee then made the crucial point that 93 percent of abortions in America are elective—they are not based on the health of the mother. Therefore, he went on, this trains future generations to believe that “it’s OK to take a human life because that life represents an interference to our lives—either economically or socially.”

Stewart became defensive, saying he had affection for his own children before they were born. “I think,” he said, “it’s very difficult when you look at an ultrasound of your child and you see a heartbeat—you are filled with that wonder and love and all those things.” But Stewart was still not against abortion, explaining: “I just don’t feel personally that it’s a decision I can make for another person.” And that brings us back to what the nine-year-old boy told his mother, who performs abortions: “That’s still killing the baby”—whoever decided to abort that human being. To say it’s a decision you can’t make for someone else allows a life to be taken.

Years ago, as a reporter, I came to know Dr. Bernard Nathanson, who, at the time, was a wholesale abortionist, having performed more than 75,000 abortions. Then one day, he looked at the lives he was taking, and stopped. Why did he change his mind? In an interview with the Washington Times (reported on lifesitenews.com on June 12), Dr. Nathanson said: “Once we had ultrasound [sonograms] in place, we could study the fetus and see it was a member of our community. If you don’t do that, you’re just a creature of political ideology. In 1970,” Nathanson continued, “there were approximately 1,100 articles on the functioning of the [human] fetus. By 1990, there were 22,000. The data piled up swiftly and opened a window into the womb.” (Emphasis added.) And there was a baby—certainly a member of our community!

Eventually, Dr. Nathanson converted to Catholicism, and the late Cardinal John O’Connor of New York presided at the event. I had come to know the Cardinal—first as a reporter, writing what eventually became a book about him, and then as a friend. From our first meeting, I had told him I was an atheist and a pro-lifer. He never tried to convert me; and the day after former abortionist Dr. Bernard Nathanson became a Catholic, the Cardinal called me: “I hope we don’t lose you because you’re the only Jewish atheist civil-libertarian pro-lifer we have.” I assured him he would not lose me, as I realized that for this high-level member of the Catholic hierarchy, my becoming a pro-lifer was decidedly not controversial.

However, I continued to be banished elsewhere. When the dean of the graduate school of Antioch College said he would like to establish there a Nat Hentoff Graduate School of Journalism, I was stunned. No institution has ever been named after me. I accepted, but the day before I was to leave to meet the faculty, the dean—clearly embarrassed—called me to tell me that because many in the faculty were strongly opposed to having a dean opposed to abortion, they would resist the appointment. So, even now, no institution has ever been named after me, and that’s just as well. I much prefer to speak for—and be responsible for—only myself.

In debates with pro-abortionists, I frequently quote a writer I greatly admire, Mary Meehan, who often appears in this publication of the Human Life Foundation. Mary was active in the anti-Vietnam-war and civil-rights movements, and wrote an article for The Progressive magazine, many of whose readers have similar backgrounds. For years, I was a columnist for The Progressive and, as far as I know, I was the only pro-lifer on the staff—and probably among the readers. Mary Meehan shook up both the staff and the readers when she wrote:

Some of us who went through the antiwar struggles of the 1960s and 1970s are now active in the right-to-life movement. We do not enjoy opposing our old friends on the abortion issue, but we feel that we have no choice. . . . It is out of character for the left to neglect the weak and helpless. The traditional mark of the left has been its protection of the underdog, the weak, and the poor. The unborn child is the most helpless form of humanity, even in more need of protection than the poor tenant farmer or the mental patient. The basic instinct of the left is to aid those who cannot aid themselves. And that instinct is absolutely sound. It’s what keeps the human proposition going.

Whether you’re on the left or on the right—or an independent, as I am—it’s also vital to keep in mind what Barbara Newman has written in The American Feminist, the national magazine of Feminists for Life: “If it is wrong to kill with guns, bombs, or poison, with the electric chair or the noose, it is most tragically wrong to kill with the physician’s tools.”
Way back, a German physician and humanist, Dr. Christoph Hufeland, wrote: “If the physician presumes to take into consideration in his work whether a life has value or not, the consequences are boundless, and the physician becomes the most dangerous man in the state.” Once human life is devalued unto death, many of us born people who are sick and in need of costly care—especially as we grow older—can be left to die because our “quality of life” isn’t worth keeping us alive.

Having been out of step all these years, I have learned the most fundamental human right is the right to life—for the born, the unborn, the elderly who refuse to give up on life. My daughter, Jessica, recently sent me a button to wear to proclaim the essence of what she and I believe to be Constitutional Americanism: “No, you can’t have my rights—I’m still using them.”