Bloody hell, I can’t believe it has been twenty-years since the X-Case. I remember it as though it was yesterday. I remember the fury I felt at the hand wringing and finger-pointing while a young blameless girl went through the wringer, how her views, her torture were dismissed so easily by so many.
And yet here we are, still exporting our problems to the UK, twenty years on. Still content to sit back and warm our hands by the moral fire while over 4000 women a year travel abroad to terminate their pregnancies. Not our problem, head in the sand. Cowardly.
I doubt Enda or his cohorts have the stomach to introduce legislation, but I suppose I could be wrong. We’ll see. I wonder how many women travelled today. Poor women.
