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- Bag n’ Tag 201 babies from the past week’s carnage were bagged and tagged for medical research labs, pharmaceutical and cosmetic firms.

            A maternity home in So. Illinois called and said they would fit pregnant 15-yr.-old girl in their facility. Praise God!

Tuesday- midnight abortions 49      TN, TX, CA, MO, IL     2 saves     4 pro-lifers    It was a crisp, bright sunny day as we rolled up to the crime scene. Mothers and their accomplices just began arriving and standing in line to sign out the death warrants on their children.

            We talked with a young girl who came back out. She sat in her car talking with another woman. We began praying, “God touch their hearts.” About that time, she tried to start her car and it was dead. We walked back over and asked if she needed some help. I offered to jump her battery; she gladly accepted the offer. We flagged down another brother in Christ who has helped us out before. God’s timing is always perfect. Dale ran home to get jumper cables and returned and got her car started. She thanked us and we began praying for her again to leave this abortion mill and spare her child.

            A Missouri mom and her daughter did come back out and told us they were keeping their baby and drove off.

            More black Americans were going inside to kill today. We noticed the Highland , IL hospital tag on a blue bug. She pulled in by herself and walked inside. She never came back out during our watch.

            Later that evening, we went baby bounty hunting as a baby was scheduled to die the next day and the grandmother was desperately trying to save her grandbaby. It was a scene from Thelma and Louise trying to locate this tavern in the dark, country night on the winding roads on which we found ourselves lost at one point and mistook a boat ramp for a dark road and were headed into the large lake. We slammed on the brakes just in time from driving off a boat ramp.

            We finally located the bar where the pregnant woman worked as a barmaid. I haven’t been in a bar since, well let’s just say the B.C. days. You can imagine what we were met with and it was a weeknight. We were warned this was a seedy area and it could get rowdy. We sat on the only two available bar stools at the counter and ordered a soft drink. The barmaid kept eyeing me. Finally, she asked my first name. I told her and she walked away. She threw some coins in the jukebox like a scene out of the Pulp Fiction movie with John Travolta. Game on!

            A few minutes later, she came up behind me and whispered in my ear, “It’s not gonna work,” and she returned to playing pool. I glanced at my partner and she smiled. We prayed for the Holy Spirit to intercede. The barmaid was getting angry and began standing in front of us blowing cigarette smoke in our faces. She started with a succession of explicatives and phrases trying to impress us with how tough she was, and added she planned on going through with the execution of her 20 week old baby girl. That’s when we took turns trying to talk sense to her and appeal to her humanity. Her mother warned us she was a “spit-fire”. She was all that, and a bag of chips.

            But at some point, she teared up and said, “I can’t do it. I can’t have another kid”. She was too selfish to finish out the other half of her pregnancy and was going to PP in St. Louis to avoid us outside Hope(less). She already had a one year old son and couldn’t share her love with another. She wanted to spoil this first one and give all of herself to him. I interjected, “What changed? Three weeks ago you were happy and making plans for this baby. What changed?” She walked away to get another beer for a customer. She then came back. “I’m finishing medical assistant school and don’t have baby sitters.” “You have Chasi,” I said. “Yeah finally I got it,” she said.

            At one point the young male bar fly sitting next to me looked over at us and said, “You wanna party?” My partner chuckled a little. I thought, “Buddy, if you only knew.” What a compliment though. I winked at my partner and whispered, “You’re still a hottie, it’s not too late.” She smiled.

             The pregnant barmaid relayed to me she put the father of the baby out as he had punched her in the face last week and he had 10 kids already that he wasn’t supporting. We sat there two more hours working on her and she settled down somewhat but was very hardened telling us about her upbringing. It was tough, but it was still no excuse to butcher that innocent baby.

            We went in soft. When soft didn’t work we gave her the hard facts of what she was about to do and how dangerous this is, especially at this late stage of her pregnancy. She was setting herself up for various complications. She didn’t care, she wanted it out of her. She said she refused to bond with “it” and was sick of being fat and puking (I noticed how thin she was, but she definitely had a “bump”).

            She looked at me and said, “But you probably have no idea of how that feels with your perfect makeup and perfect hair…”yaddah…yaddah. I put my head down and whispered, “Humility, humility.” as I had a fleeting moment of what pregnancy felt like personally. Then I smiled and looked up at her as she blew another puff of smoke in my face. “We have seen the ambulances pull away with butchered mothers. It’s not safe.”  

            We tried everything. “We care about you and we are here even after the fact,” and I looked over at my partner this night and said, “Let’s go. We’ve said our peace.” I then strategically placed the money for our drinks in the lil Hope and Healing Bible we set on the bar. She looked over and stood straight up and said, “Thank you for trying.”  We walked out.

Wednesday- 12      TN, MO, IL      1 pro-lifer

            Planned Parenthood St. Louis, MO.- 23      MO, IL      2 saves      4 pro-lifers   I beat the barmaid by twenty minutes as I stood holding a stay of execution sign at the entrance to the Auschwitz -West in deathcamps. Only a few cars were already on the parking lot. A couple of men joined me as we stood in the gap. A couple came back out and rolled down their window; she accepted our literature and confirmed they didn’t go through with the abortion. They drove off.

            Like a hawk we spied the plates on the cars making their approaches. Bam! there she was as she tried to sink down in her passenger seat. A former boyfriend was the getaway driver. A few minutes after they parked, they got out and her long brown hair was flowing in the wind as she tried to run inside. I called out to her but she continued to march inside. I stayed praying and hoping she would come back out as I had to leave for an afternoon presentation. I thanked those who stood with me this day and quietly walked to my car.

            Later that evening it was bittersweet news, her mother phoned me telling me her daughter didn’t do it this day. She was upset and embarrassed. She tearfully told me her daughter had rescheduled the abortion. I told her not to give up and to continue praying. We contacted prayer warriors who joined our efforts.

            Later, some of our family went to a private viewing of the “BELLA” movie. The past 48 hours was like living out this pro-life, pro-family movie .We spoke with Senator Louden and others in the audience .Great movie and fellowship.

Thursday- 40      IN, TX, FL², KS, MO, IL       2 saves      14 pro-lifers   Morgan Co. RTL joined us on this rainy, cold, blustery day .Mothers were pouring in from all sides to premeditatedly murder their innocent babies. Irresponsible males came out and stood smoking cigarettes while their babies were being ripped apart. Hope(less) has turned into a hang-out for a lot of young irresponsible males.   They make a lot of money off of them.

            Throughout the morning, two mothers scheduled to kill came back out and gave their innocent babies a reprieve.

Friday- 42      IN², TX, OH, MO, IL      2 saves      5 pro-lifers

            Planned Parenthood 28 cars      NJ, MO, IL       1 save      3 pro-lifers    In a rainy, cold, and windy morning we again tried last ditch efforts to save the barmaid’s baby from the jaws of death. The weather was appropriate for the mood. After awhile, we realized the act was already perpetrated the day before. She had lied and finished the late-term abortion the day before.

            Employees walked by with stoic expressions on their faces. A lot of homosexuals and lesbians work inside this killing place just like Hope(less) we noticed. This mill was so upset with our presence and signs that they poured out onto the balcony and filmed us and took our pictures.     There was one save that acknowledged to us as they poured onto the thoroughfare. We packed up and headed over to the City of Slaughter where the remnant informed us of the death toll and we began our reconnaissance mission in the rain.

            There were two saves before we got there. A young black girl confirmed she was trying to save her baby. She sat in the car and kept speaking with the driver. After a few minutes, they drove away and didn’t return during our watch.

Saturday- 48      IN, TN, MO, IL      3 saves   Over 200 pro-lifers   Springfield Diocese rosary walk

            The religious bullies had screamed most of the 30 or so babies inside by the time we arrived on the crime scene. Halloween arrived early this day as the village idiot stood in the alley with a grotesque devil’s mask on and holding a bloodied baby doll. Eighteen more mothers ran inside after we tried to apologize for the screamers and offer them real hope instead of a scalpel and suction hose. That is the only thing Hope abortion mill can give women. Oh, I almost forgot, they give you a brown bag to throw up in on the way back home. Sorry!

            The police were warned the trouble-makers were planning on attacking the Catholics; they were lying in wait to ambush them. This is the diocese’s once a year pilgrimage to the Midwest ’s largest late-term baby killing mill where they pray the rosary along the walk from a local Catholic church. One officer warned the oversized King James fanatic; he was the instigator and was leading the shouting.

            The seven deathscorts watched in amazement as the crowd swelled in front of this deathcamp. Someone commented on the smell. “It’s coming from the sewer in front of this abortion mill; it’s the smell of death. What isn’t sold to the highest bidder is flushed into the sewer.” I told her. She gasped and covered her mouth and joined the large prayer group. As soon as the prayer vigil ended, the participants ran off. The religious bullies tried to scream scriptures at them, but they were gone.

            Mothers began hobbling out looking very pale and disheveled. Some took our repentance tracts; some declined. The couple from three days ago finally exited the slaughterhouse. She could barely walk. You could see the guilt on their faces. She laid back at a 45 degree angle. They packed her cervix like a Thanksgiving turkey to try and slow the bleeding down.

            The speaker for the annual prayer vigil came over along with the bishop to thank us and meet us. She was appalled at the history and the stats of this deathcamp. “Go back and tell the people of the atrocities,” we urged her.

            Later that afternoon, we ventured over the river to Planned Barrenhood in St. Louis , Missouri where Fr. Frank Pavone, director of Priests for Life and friend and hero to the unborn and all right to life causes, was holding a prayer service. At the conclusion, Fr. Frank came over and hugged and greeted us. He was in town as the keynote speaker at the St. Louis Arch Diocesan Pro-life Convention. “Hope to see you tomorrow,” he said as we bid adieu.

Approx. 242 babies killed. 12 babies saved. Approx. 231 pro-lifers cared enough to show up throughout the week’s massacre. 2520 saves since January 2000 and 23 babies have been adopted through Small Victories!

            Be encouraged~ Angela