Pro-Life Is Starting to Look a Lot Like State-Enforced Necrophilia

Apparently, death isn’t enough to stop a uterus from being legislated.

Adriana Smith is dead. Her body is alive. Her mother visits her daily, holds her hand, listens to the mechanical breath of a machine pretending this is still a life. But Georgia says: the show must go on. She was nine weeks pregnant when the clots hit. Twenty-one weeks now. Doctors can’t touch her. They can’t let her go. Not because she might recover. But because her uterus still has potential. And that, in Georgia, is enough to make her a hostage.

It sounds like a horror film with terrible pacing. It sounds like a Black Mirror episode that got rejected for being too bleak. But this is real life. This is 2025 in the United States of America. Where you can be declared dead and still not qualify for bodily autonomy. Because pregnancy is no longer a condition. It’s a contract. And once it’s signed, you don’t get to revoke it. Even if your brain is gone. Even if your family begs. Even if your own body is starting to decompose around the fetus the state has decided must be protected at all costs.

This isn’t isolated. It’s not a slip-up. It’s a system working exactly as designed. Across the globe, women’s bodies are becoming legal battlegrounds again. In El Salvador, women have been imprisoned for miscarriages. In Poland, women have died because doctors refused to perform life-saving abortions until the fetus no longer had a heartbeat. In Iran, contraception is being restricted. In the US, abortion rights have collapsed state by state, replaced with vigilante laws and theological legislation. We are not progressing. We are regressing. We are being legislated back into livestock.

Let’s take inventory, shall we?

Reproductive policies that have killed or imprisoned women in the last decade:

• Texas, 2021: Abortion bounty law allows citizens to sue anyone who “aids or abets” an abortion

• El Salvador: Dozens of women sentenced up to 30 years for “aggravated homicide” after miscarriage

• Poland, 2021: Izabela died of septic shock after doctors delayed abortion due to new fetal heartbeat law

• Malta: Women must fly to the UK or Italy to access abortion, including for fatal fetal anomalies

• Hungary: Requires women to listen to the fetal heartbeat before terminating, even in cases of rape

• United States: At least 14 states now ban abortion with no exceptions for rape or incest

These aren’t policy debates. These are death sentences in paperwork. This is what happens when lawmakers confuse fetal potential with divine purpose. This is what happens when pregnancy becomes currency in a culture war. You don’t get personhood. You get purgatory. You get forced grief and a government invoice.

And it’s not just about abortion. It’s about ownership. What does it mean when a dead woman is forced to remain medically alive because her uterus might produce something valuable? What does it say about our legal priorities? It says a fetus is considered more viable than the woman who carried it. It says silence is safety. It says the body is still public property if it hasn’t been fully drained of usefulness. Adriana isn’t being honoured. She’s being used.

In the name of life, we are watching institutional necrophilia. She can’t speak. She can’t decide. She can’t consent. But her uterus has not been officially clocked out, so the system says: keep going. Keep breathing. Keep building the story they want to sell. Her mother said it best: “She’s not there.” But the law doesn’t need her to be there. It just needs her womb to keep time.

And let’s stop pretending this is just a US problem. Reproductive control isn’t cultural. It’s global. And it’s getting more coordinated, more surveillance-driven, more religiously funded. It’s the same playbook, just translated.

Here’s a sample of where we’re at globally:

• Poland: Abortion banned in nearly all cases. Women have died waiting for miscarriages to be "dead enough."

• El Salvador: Miscarriage can get you 30 years. They call it aggravated homicide.

• Hungary: Women must listen to the fetal heartbeat before termination. Like a state-enforced Spotify moment of trauma.

• Iran: Contraception is restricted. Abortion illegal. Government promotes “pro-natalist” policies while violently suppressing women’s rights elsewhere.

• Philippines: Abortion is fully criminalised. Even for rape. Even for incest. Even if you’re twelve.

• Malta: Abortion is illegal even when your life is at risk. Tourists fly out. Residents risk death.

• United States: 21 states have abortion bans or near-total restrictions. Your zip code now determines your medical rights.

• UK: Still technically a criminal offence under the 1861 Offences Against the Person Act. You can be jailed for taking pills outside the system.

So if you’re thinking “this doesn’t affect me,” just wait. These laws don’t arrive with fanfare. They creep in like damp. Subtle. Systemic. They arrive in footnotes and clauses and quietly rewritten medical protocols. They show up in underfunded clinics, in scared doctors, in vague language that lets courts play god with your body. They don’t knock. They seep.

This isn’t about individual stories. It’s about systemic ambition. The global erosion of reproductive rights is a movement, not a moment. And if you’re not actively pro-choice, you’re leaving the door wide open.

If you’re pro-life, I need you to sit with the following questions:

What are you willing to sacrifice for your belief?

Would you keep your daughter’s corpse alive if a heartbeat flickered inside her?

Would you pay for it? Would you watch her rot while politicians prayed?

Would you force a teenager to give birth to her rapist’s baby if it meant you could feel righteous?

Would you risk your own organs for someone else’s embryo?

Are you pro-life, or just pro-control with “good” marketing?

This is not morality. This is state-enforced fantasy. The idea that every pregnancy must end in birth, no matter the cost, no matter the pain, no matter the body count. This is why being pro-choice is not a soft position. It’s not a neutral slogan. It is a refusal to let suffering become sacred. It is the audacity to believe that women are not temporary vessels for other people’s ideology. Pro-choice is the baseline. Anything less is cruelty with paperwork.

So yes. I’m angry. I’m sickened. I’m tired of writing metaphors for a system that does not deserve poetry. But I’m also here. And if you’re here, reading this, maybe you’re starting to feel it too. The slow horror. The quiet scream. The understanding that we are closer to Gilead than we are to justice. Adriana Smith deserved peace. Her mother deserves rest. Her body deserves closure. Instead, they are keeping her alive like a myth. A walking womb with no mind. An altar to reproductive extremism. And we’re meant to call this compassion.

We cannot let this be normal. We cannot let this be framed as care. We cannot let forced birth become background noise. If you love life, you must love choice. If you love women, you must trust them. If you believe in dignity, then believe in the right to end, not just begin.

Because anything else is just policy dressed as punishment. And Adriana is not your parable.