The baby recently born under a bridge, in the cold and damp near here, the mother skedaddling, could be an indication ? indeed, a flaming signpost of our proclivity ? our drift as a civilization. Does the runaway girl who gave birth herald our plans, our hopes for the next generation?
Teens on the “Maury” TV show, daily watch as the host seeks, among several candidates, the male parent; finally the DNA confirms: “Randy, you are father.”
When Judge Judy, on her weekday TV show, questions a girl who has admitted her partner to be abusive and pretty much a lout, “So you decided to make a baby with him. Why?
Doesn”t the query seem obvious ? and all important to the rest of us? What chance does a child have entering the world unwanted or abandoned ? to have a useful life? How many can society take?
Norman Fleishman
Lakeport
