Democratic activist and former state legislator Wendy Davis told the Fort Worth Star-Telegram that she “burst into tears” yesterday on learning that the Supreme Court had invalidated a Texas law aimed at raising the medical standards of abortion clinics. She wasn’t the only one responding that way to the 5–3 decision in Whole Women’s Health v. Hellerstedt.
“I was overjoyed. I had tears of joy welling up for the women of Texas, and for reproductive freedom in this country” (the Huffington Post). “Tears of joy, shock, and sighs of relief” (CNN). “Just scream-crying the good news to ppl on the beach here in, FL!” (Twitter). “Overjoyed, weeping, in a state of ecstatic shock” (CNN again). As for the scene at the Supreme Court, where the Spice Girls and Michael Jackson blared and the pro-choice congregation shimmied and twirled for joy, Slate may have said it best: “A thumping block party.”
Anyone who doubts the transvaluation of secularist progressivism into a religious faith grounded in theology about the sexual revolution need look no further than the selfies and videos of all those weeping, hugging, rapturous devotees on the steps of the Supreme Court yesterday. This was no political demonstration. It wasn’t an exercise in earnest political theater of the Occupy Wall Street variety. It was instead an outburst of quasi-religious euphoria, a gnostic rave.