In a few hours I’ll be leaving for the March for Life. It has been almost 20 years since my first March back in 1991, and I have now been to Marches under 4 different presidents. My oldest child is actually much closer to my age at my first March than I am. But as I march, I always try to remind myself why I go.

• I don’t march because I want a Health Care bill that doesn’t fund abortions (although of course that would be great).
• I don’t march because I want the President to be pro-life (which of course would be better than the alternative).
• I don’t march because I want Congress to pass pro-life laws (although of course I would rejoice if they did).
• I don’t march because I want the Supreme Court to overturn Roe v. Wade (even though of course that would be a great thing if it happened).

No, I march for one primary reason: because those I want to see protected by law and loved by society – the unborn – cannot march. They are silent victims of a terrible holocaust, and they cannot speak for themselves. They cannot stand up for their own rights; they need us to do that for them.

By marching, we are reminding everyone that every day innocent children are being ripped from their mother’s wombs, and this occurs under the full protection of the law and the complete acceptance of our society. By marching, we can be the voice for those who have not yet developed their own voices.

That is why I march.