I so wish I could dance in the streets over President-Elect Obama. I’ve read his book, The Audacity of Hope; I’ve listened to many of his speeches, watched the debates, listened to the way he answered viewer questions at Rick Warren’s Saddleback Church. What I have seen is a smart, principled, straightforward, thoughtful man.

I like him. I really like him, and the night he won  the election, I felt… happy. Almost entirely happy. This was the man who reminded me why I was once a Democrat. The newscast turned its camera to the laughter and dancing and tears and rejoicing at Martin Luther King’s own Ebeneezer Baptist Church in Atlanta Georgia, and I wept tears of my own.

But I didn’t vote for Obama. And the reason I didn’t was the FOCA, a law that threatens the few protections we have for the unborn.

I would love to believe that we are beginning a new conversation in this country, a conversation in which all voices are heard and respected. I think that too often we have behaved as though people who disagree with us were totally wrong, that they never had a point worth considering. In the matter of abortion, we have acted as though we could protect either the mother or the child, and we have rarely sought a third alternative, to protect both. I fervently wish to see that change.

But the FOCA would halt the conversation by muffling the voice of every American who feels that pictures like this do not represent emotional manipulation or religious bias, but simply the truth.

I’ve always tried to avoid politics on this blog, though on occasion I found issues that were too compelling. This is one of those occasions.

If you agree with me, I hope you will go to Fight FOCA and sign their petition.

‘Nuf said.