Persuasive Essay On Gender Identity
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Since the end is nigh, I doubt this will ever be read, but yet I must write it, if only for myself. What else is there to do anymore? Let philosophers debate on whether this is a Morton's Fork or a Hobson's Choice, but this I know: the stars in the sky are countable.
On one hand.
I get ahead of myself, but gazing at the night sky, where once before the twinkles were innumerable, I can't help but be filled with an impending sense of doom, with an indisputable fatalism. And yet, knowing what would await, I cannot bring myself to end it myself. I'll cling to these last precious moments before oblivion or hell overtakes me. Precious, despite everything, only because they're better than the alternatives. A moment, …show more content…
Apsychia, they called it: “lacking a soul.” Less than human, others said. As if mankind ever needed a reason for bigotry. With the legal precedent of equating abortion with murder on the basis of the unborn baby possessing a soul, crimes against GID individuals were no longer prosecuted. No soul equals not human. Not human equals no rights. After all, a common epithet used to describe horrendous criminals was “soulless,” so what did that imply for people whom science stated had no souls?
I was one of the few who called it bigotry then, but a more kindly view might concede that civilization was dealing with a massive collective shock to their own identities and thus were not competent to make rational decisions or to carry out humane treatment of others. There was an old activist group, promoting ethical treatment of animals; they expanded their coverage. People for the Ethical Treatment of Others. Sad that that was a necessity. Sadder still that it was
Since the end is nigh, I doubt this will ever be read, but yet I must write it, if only for myself. What else is there to do anymore? Let philosophers debate on whether this is a Morton's Fork or a Hobson's Choice, but this I know: the stars in the sky are countable.
On one hand.
I get ahead of myself, but gazing at the night sky, where once before the twinkles were innumerable, I can't help but be filled with an impending sense of doom, with an indisputable fatalism. And yet, knowing what would await, I cannot bring myself to end it myself. I'll cling to these last precious moments before oblivion or hell overtakes me. Precious, despite everything, only because they're better than the alternatives. A moment, …show more content…
Apsychia, they called it: “lacking a soul.” Less than human, others said. As if mankind ever needed a reason for bigotry. With the legal precedent of equating abortion with murder on the basis of the unborn baby possessing a soul, crimes against GID individuals were no longer prosecuted. No soul equals not human. Not human equals no rights. After all, a common epithet used to describe horrendous criminals was “soulless,” so what did that imply for people whom science stated had no souls?
I was one of the few who called it bigotry then, but a more kindly view might concede that civilization was dealing with a massive collective shock to their own identities and thus were not competent to make rational decisions or to carry out humane treatment of others. There was an old activist group, promoting ethical treatment of animals; they expanded their coverage. People for the Ethical Treatment of Others. Sad that that was a necessity. Sadder still that it was