Arizona has become the first state in the nation to criminalize abortions based on the sex or race of a fetus.
(Here’s a report from the Arizona Republic and here’s a link to the new law, signed yesterday by Ariz. Governor Jan Brewer.)
The law makes it a Class 3 felony, punishable up to 7 years in jail, for doctors to perform sex- or race-selection abortions.
Republican supporters of the law said that some populations increasingly seek abortions based on the fetus’ sex. Legislator Steve Montenegro said he advocated for the legislation because of fears women would choose to abort because they didn’t like the gender or the race of the baby, according to the Arizona Republic.
But Democratic lawmakers, the newspaper reports, said there is scant evidence that this is a problem. Katie Hobbs, a Democrat from Phoenix, said that the only proof offered of this practice was a magazine article discussing abortions in China and India.
The law also allows the father of an aborted fetus to bring a civil action and to recover money damages against a doctor or other health professional who performs a race- or sex-selection abortion.
How'd you get so interested in Spanish (Spanish culture, Mexican & Mexican-American lit, etc)? Just curious.
You know, I’ve never really thought about it! Well, I’m from Arizona, so Hispano-American culture has always been integrated in my life, in both cultural and educational aspects. I started taking preliminary Spanish language courses in 7th and 8th grades and continued with it during high school. My sophomore and junior year my Spanish teacher was from Spain and focussed a lot on Spanish culture, art, and history, and I suppose that’s when I first became enamored. After my senior year of high school, I did a five week study/travel program in Spain in which we stayed for two weeks in Salamanca and also traveled to Madrid, Toledo, Sevilla, Malaga, Escorial, and Segovia, and I was hooked. I picked up a Spanish major at my university. I am fascinated by Spanish people, their customs, history, and especially their musically gorgeous language. Some of my favorite authors and artists—Dali, Machado, Neruda, Paz, Matute, Allende, Marquez, Lorca, Velazquez, Goya—hail from Spain or Spanish-speaking nations. Right now I’m especially interested in the discord between Spanish pride for their language and culture and their distance and disillusion with their government. I think Spanish people are some of the most beautiful, hospitable, tragic, and strong gente en todo el mundo. Sorry for the rambling, poetical rant, but there it is!
What do you go back to when your anchors, even, have sunk into the earth or floated away? Did gravity win or was it exhaustion from distance and expired patience? What kind of a match am I for the universe, anyhow. Between a rock and a hard place, between a rock and the ether, between whatever you said and whatever I felt you said, and miscellaneous dust, besides. The ticket is bought, nothing can be done! But what remains, what resolves, where is what came before? The question marks have a quota, you know.
2. I haven’t the slightest idea of what I’ll be doing this summer/where I’ll be and I’m terrified. This dream life is disorienting…
3. Morocco is magic
4. Amsterdam will be equally incredible, I hope
5. Italy in a few weeks!?!?!
6. Due to the above, I am spending money like it comes out my ass but in reality I owe it all back to the gobierno
7. I cannot wait to reunite with Lorna in London. I miss her so much it’s painful and irritating.
8. I feel weird
9. I have a thesis advisor! I registered for five of my seven classes: 373B—Brit/American Lit from the Restoration to the 19th Century, the American Novel in the 19th Century, Topics in American Lit, Portuguese for Spanish Speakers, and Major Works in Mexican and Mexican-American Literature. Now I just have to sign up for Mexican-American Issues and my thesis. Next semester is going to mercilessly strip me of sanity and self-confidence…