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Death
Toll August 20-25, 2007
Reporting
from the “Baby-dumping capital of the Midwest”
Granite City
,
IL
.
Once known for their towering steel mills, now known for the baby-dumping
mill.
Hope
Clinic- American Family Extermination Camp “destroying
families one child at a time”
Severing
over 375,268 mother –child relationships in their 33 year reign of terror
Monday-
28 IN2, TX, MO, IL
1 save 2 pro-lifers
Bag n’ Tag 175 babies from the past week’s carnage
were bagged and tagged for medical research labs, pharmaceutical and cosmetic
firms.
The Stericycle truck picked up the tortured “products of
conception” that wouldn’t go down the garbage disposal or over-sized
commode in this slaughterhouse and delivered them to
Washington
University
in
St. Louis
,
Missouri
.
Many young adults and teens were piling inside to get “cleaned-out”
this last week of summer vacation. It’s that time again. Schools and
colleges are starting up.
One couple from
Missouri
cursed us before they went inside. A few minutes later, they came back out and
couldn’t get their vehicle started. We helped push their car to an area
where we could assist them with jumper cables and got the car started. Tom and
Maria were grateful and told us they didn’t kill their baby and thanked us
for our help.
A young high school basketball player from our local town was surprised
to see us and she pulled her hoodie over her head as she pulled onto the lot.
She was accompanied by an older woman who was not her mother. She never came
out during our watch.
Tuesday-
35 IN2, KY, MI, MO,
IL 2 saves on-site ultrasound
5 pro-lifers Hot and sticky was the best way to describe the morning as
we stood in the gap offering free resources and help to the mothers
going inside.
Paula and Robert drove all the way from
Sikeston
,
Missouri
to kill their child. They were angered by the protestors condemning them to
hell and trying to get a reaction from them. We apologized for the idiot, but
told her not to take it out on her child, it would be murder and that we were
there to help her with real hope. She stormed inside. A while later, her
friend came back out and walked over and explained the situation. They knew it
was wrong, but didn’t obviously have faith enough in God. We prayed with
him. Before Robert walked back in, he handed me a silver cross with JESUS
inscribed on it. “I want you to have this.” And with that, he walked back
inside.
Just then, Michelle walked over to us. “Can you help me?”
“Absolutely!” She was the mother of two and suspected she was carrying
number three. We took her inside the ultrasound van, where to her surprise,
she watched her 5 week old baby auditioning for his/her life. We discussed and
set-up her follow up doctor visit to confirm preliminary findings and she
hugged us and thanked us and got in her car and left. It was a good day!
Wednesday-
26 NY, MO, IL
2 pro-lifers It must have been “mother-daughter day” at
the mill. Also, more black history marched inside to kill off their race. I
pray these mothers are here for their daughters when they suffer the
consequences of their “choice”. Many walking wounded suffer post-traumatic
stress after their abortions.
Later that day it was “DOG the Bounty Hunter Day”. We stood in the
heat over two hours, but we are used to that, to meet our hero Duane “Dog”
Chapman the Bounty Hunter at a book signing locally. It was all worth it! When
we finally got inside the bookstore Dog said he remembered our story and
signed our book and told us to keep up the good work. Beth was awesome! She
went out of her way to reach over and give us a big hug. Wow! We thanked them
and were quickly ushered outside again to return to reality. We met a lot of
Dog fans, some look-alikes. It was crazy!
Thursday-
midnight abortions 38 MS, CA,
LA, FL2, MO, IL 2 saves
on-site ultrasound 5 pro-lifers
It was another scorching hot day on the frontlines of this battle. The
thermometer registered 103 degrees Fahrenheit. You could fry an egg on the
sidewalk.
We set up our resource van and just in the nick of time. A
father and daughter pulled onto the lot. The man was insistent on getting
inside. They young girl turned around and took our brochure. As they stood in
line the girl became upset. We watched as others began lining up to sign out
the deathwarrants on their innocent babies. The young girl then ran towards us
and threw her jacket on the ground. I was standing at the back entrance of our
ultrasound van. Holly was petrified. She said, “I’m only 16 and that’s
my father. He is forcing me to kill this baby.” I asked her if we needed to
call the police. She said, “Please let me come inside.” I obliged
and immediately began performing a scan of her tummy to see how far along she
was. I told Savanah and Mia to guard the doors and pray. Holly then looked
over to meet her 4-5 week old baby floating freestyle inside her womb.
Her father then appeared at the back door. “If he can be calm I will let him
inside.” He said he would. He looked at the ultrasound. “Meet your
grandbaby.” Holly began apologizing to her father and offering all kinds of
ways she could carry this baby to term and finish her schooling. She went to a
private Christian school. The father started with all kinds of excuses of why
the baby should die. “This baby was created out of rape by a homeless
man,” etc… I asked, “Are the police searching for the perpetrator?”
“No.” “Why not?” Holly said the cops said they couldn’t find him,
etc. The father said, “She was drunk and drugged when she got pregnant.”
I looked into Holly’s tear-filled eyes. “What do you want to do?”
Holly said, “I want to give the baby up for adoption.” I then looked at
her father and said, “Then why would we victimize your daughter again? And
why should we punish the innocent baby?” Holly then covered her face and
began sobbing. “Please don’t make me do it. I can’t, I can’t.” I
grabbed her father’s hand and said, “Father, your daughter needs you now.
Please be strong for her. Making her kill that baby is not going to solve
this.” I looked into Holly’s face and said, “Holly is the one who has to
live with this decision.” He then said it was her mother who was insistent
on getting rid of this baby.
For the next 40 minutes we sat in this emotional and heat filled van
discussing everything we and the Lord could do. When I felt my words were
failing, I just began praying over this girl and the situation out loud. We
ended up holding one another and listening to Jeff and how he has overcome
alcoholism. He is a 3 year survivor and is witnessing to others affected by
it’s aftermath. We offered them bottles of cold water and the promise of
support and resources. It was powerful. They thanked us and got in their car
and drove back home, Praise God!
We then gathered the troops and began giving thanks to our Lord.
It was a great team effort. Jess and Bruce were praying and strategically
placed the sign “Mommy please don’t kill me” at the entrance of our door
for them to see. “You all were heroes today,” I told them. Everyone was
standing a little taller this scorching hot day.
A
lady driver pulled over to spank me with her words regarding our graphic
signs. I knew it was coming. She said, “I drive by here everyday and have to
see those signs. What am I supposed to tell my three year old?” I quietly
said, “Drive on
20th street
.” I then took the water-drenched towel off my neck and twisted the excess
out and said, “You’re over 21 right?” “Yes,” she said. I then said,
“You and I both know those signs aren’t bothering your three year old.”
I placed the towel back on my neck and stood straight up and said, “Repent,
ask God to forgive you, have a nice day,” and I walked away. She then
screamed, “Hey! What’s that got to do with me?…Thanks for listening,”
as she raced away from this slaughterhouse.
Thank you God for comforting the afflicted and afflicting the comfortable.
Friday-
42 IA, IN, MO, IL
1 save 6 pro-lifers The bloody parking lot
was in overflow mode as we rolled up to the crime scene. Some familiar faces
from a few weeks ago returned to kill or for post-abortive check ups. More
black genocide was “going down” inside this abortion mill. We begged and
pleaded mercy on behalf of the innocent.
The baby body parts courier arrived and picked up boxes of dead
dismembered babies and sped off.
One family came back out and confirmed they were keeping the baby and
drove away. Praise God!
Saturday-
CLOSED In honor of Mia’s birthday, the abortion mill agreed not
to kill one baby. This meant
Granite City
was the safest city to be in for an innocent unborn baby. Woo-Hoo!
Approx.
169 babies killed. 6 babies saved. Approx. 20 pro-lifers cared enough to
show up throughout the week’s massacre. 2415 saves since January 2000 and 23
babies have been adopted through Small Victories!
History is repeating itself. The analogy of abortion and
slavery reminds us of an oppressive dark time in our history. The infamous
Dred Scott decision was decided on right here in
St. Louis
,
Missouri
. It was deciding legal personhood of black Americans. The infamous Roe v Wade
decision allowing abortion on demand through all nine months draws an eerie
parallel. Both had an identical court majority of 7-2 decision and echoes even
the same arguments justifying that black people were not human, but slaves;
property that their owners could do with as they want. Buy, sell, or even kill
them.
It was very controversial then as abortion is now. Slave owners decided
their property’s fate as do mothers today. Mothers can decide “the right
to chose” to kill their developing baby throughout anytime of its nine month
incubation period.
For decades our nation tolerated and defended an institution which
embraced the theory that a whole race of people were biologically inferior to
others. You have heard the cliques, “Don’t want slavery, don’t own a
slave.” Today, “Don’t like abortion? Don’t have one.”
It took a Civil War to bring slavery to an end. And just like today, we
are in a war as we daily stand in the gap, witnessing the same atrocities,
being the messenger on the airwaves by informing the public.
This past week was the 52nd anniversary of a brutal act on a
person.
Emmett Till was a young black boy brutally murdered in
Mississippi
while on vacation. His funeral service was to be closed casket because his
face was so disfigured from the violence his perpetrators carried out, but his
mother lifted the casket open and wanted the world to see what happened to her
son.
Over four days, thousands of people saw Emmett’s body. Many more
blacks across the country who might not have otherwise heard of the case were
shocked by pictures of him. These pictures moved blacks in a way that nothing
else had. Black preachers were demanding that “something be done in
Mississippi
now”.
It is the same as we do outside these abortion mills and we are hated
for it. If the truth of what happens to a person through abortion is so
horrible, then why are we allowing it to happen?
At first, local whites as well as blacks were horrified by the crime.
Newspapers and white officials reported that all “decent” people were
disgusted with the murder and proclaimed that “justice would be done”.
That same attitude from our leaders and churches needs to be embodied now. It
needs to be preached from the pulpits and driven into the streets where
battles are won. We have no more excuse for calling unborn children
“non-human” today than our forefathers did for calling blacks
“non-human” then.
“What harms the victim most is not the cruelty of the oppressor, but
the silence of the bystander.” ~E. Wiesel
We can no longer stand by and say, “It’s not our problem.” Are we
not our brother’s keeper?
In Emmett’s mother, Mamie Bradley’s words, “Two months ago I had
a nice apartment in
Chicago
. I had a good job. I had a son. When something happened to the Negroes
in the South I said, ‘That’s their business, not mine.’ Now I know how
wrong I was. The murder of my son has shown me that what happens to any of us,
anywhere in the world, had better be the business of us all.”
Be encouraged~ Angela
Tune in to the Small Victories radio program, AM
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