You should have to take a test to breed -- X Men

I had more information on this comic at one point but I have lost it.

A large white panel, full page. Bishop, dressed in a futuristic yellow outfit, is leaning down in front of a younger woman wearing a yellow and black X-Men costume. Another young member of the team, a man, wearing a black sleeveless tee and grey sweat pants stands behind bishop, his arms crossed, but his face is turned toward Bishop and he is clearly listening.

Bishop explains to two younger X-men:

It always begins as a joke. Listen to me, both of you.

One sees a father or a mother of whom they do not approve -- and their brats won't shut up, and the parents are so exhausted that they just let their children scream, all sticky and crying and hitting and wild

And you say to your friends, "Yous should have to pass a test to breed". Do you understand? "You should have to get licensed to have kids."

It starts as a joke.

Then perhaps there is tragedy. A postpartum mother who should've gotten help, but her insurance did not cover the therapy.

A father who erred, because he was raised believing men are pathetic if they are caregivers.

The first tests are drafted.

And you think "good." You think "those children will be safe now."

The test comes out, and yes, there're some problems but nothing that cannot be ironed out, yes?

But now, anyone with mental illness, with a criminal record, is barred from becoming a parent, and you think "well, that is sensible, yes?"

Because you've never known anyone like that, so who is to tell you they are not like they are portrayed in stories?

Sick, dangerous, criminal, these words expand.

Suddenly it is anyone with diabetes, anyone with cancer, because they could die and leave their children orphaned, so how dare they ever try to have children?

It is Deaf couples, disabled couples, interracial couples, gay couples -- because don't they know how hard they're making it for their children?

Then it is whoever they want.

You think you are working for the greater good. You can't even fathom the life of someone who isn't exactly like you.

Then one day -- it is you.

Some gene, some history, some past behavior -- and suddenly, you too are sick, dangerous, criminal.

Because the truth is this--

-- Human hate can adapt to anything.

You think you are safe.

But if someone hates you, they will come up with the reason after the fact.

Only then do you realize what you put in power. Only then do you realize what you stripped away.

There is terrible power in a joke, in a story, in taking the truth and making it ugly.

Do you understand, children?