Death Toll August 18-23, 2008

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 400,000 mother–child relationships in their 34 year reign of terror

 

Monday- Bag n’ Tag approx 154 babies from the past week’s carnage were bagged and tagged for medical research labs, pharmaceutical and cosmetic firms.

 

Tuesday- midnight abortions approx 28      MO, IL   1 save    1 pro-lifer   It was the first day of school for many in Illinois . Mike, the deathcamp guard, let us know there was one save this day. Praise the Lord!

 

Wednesday- approx 22      MO, IL      3 saves   onsite ultrasound    2 pro-lifers   It was hot and muggy as we set up our pregnancy outreach to the abortion-bound mothers. God was answering prayers early on. Two Black American women walked back out and confirmed they were keeping the baby. Thank you Jesus!

            We intercepted Denise and her mother from Illinois . They told us the baby was dead. We offered to show them an ultrasound. Once inside, we quickly scanned her protruding tummy and on the screen there appeared her approx 20 week old baby. I then searched for the heartbeat. It came up approx. 160 beats per minute, good and strong. There was a sense of relief, but I heard whimpering, then sobbing. I turned to see her mom crying. She then began telling us this horrible situation.

            Her daughter Denise was about 10 weeks into the pregnancy when the f.o.b. came to her home. She was alone. He began beating her senselessly. He first kicked her in her stomach hoping to kill the unborn baby. He shouted at her. He did not want anyone to know he was the father. Between the blows she kept begging him to stop; she wouldn’t tell. Before she lost consciousness, she promised him she would not put his name on the birth certificate if he would allow her to live.

            He proceeded to raise the brick he held in one hand up in the air when Denise’s older sister walked in the house calling her name. He threw the brick onto her face and ran out the back door and left her for dead. Her sister followed a trail of blood not knowing what she was about to find crumpled in a back bedroom corner. She dialed for the police. They kept her on the line until they arrived. There was so much blood the police asked her where the body was. They called for an ambulance as she still had a pulse, but they thought the worst.

            As the mother was telling me this horror story, I kept checking for movement and measurements. This baby was ALIVE! The mother finished the story by telling me they never found the boyfriend; he was on the run. But since this happened, Denise had not felt the baby, so they assumed the worst. They thought it was dead from the beating. “No Ma’am,” and we watched in awe as this little presumably baby girl moved and put her hand up to her mouth and sucked her finger. “She is very much alive.” “Praise Jesus!” the mother cried out. We were all tearing up. But Denise, the pregnant girl, was smiling and happy.

            We went over follow-up with her doctor and resources we would help with. I told her I would give her my little girl’s baby things she has grown out of as they were brand new. They were elated! We were so happy to see this little girl auditioning for her life. Here I am mommy, I’m alive! We walked them to their car, hugged, and cried tears of joy. “You’re gonna make it Denise. God loves you and He loves that baby.” We watched them drive off. Praise God!

            The guard let us know there was another save this morning.

 

Thursday- approx 18      IN, MO, IL      2 saves   onsite ultrasound   3 pro-lifers  As soon as we were finished setting up the resource van, a deluge of rain fell from the gritty skies. We were soaked, but we kept trying to intervene for the innocents.

            A young girl was being forced inside by the bigger boyfriend. He ran past us in the alley and declined our offer to help them. She was sobbing and covering her mouth. I walked up to her holding our baby’s picture and told her we could help her. She whispered, “He’s going to beat me if I don’t.” I told her, “You don’t have to kill your baby for him.” I walked up to the catwalk and he was standing there grinning. “Don’t make this young girl pick you over her baby. Don’t you dare threaten to beat her if she does not kill this baby.”

            He pushed on inside as the guard and another foul-mouthed girl smoking gazed on. “Where is her choice? She is being forced to kill her baby. Why don’t you help her?” The smoking girl cursed me out, flashed her backside to me, and went back inside. The guard slammed the door shut. God was still in control.

            It was a double-header for two Missouri girls we tried to offer another choice to. “No thanks, we don’t want our babies,” and they laughed and went inside. God was still on the throne. We kept intervening.

            A Black American couple came back out. Daniel met them on the front sidewalk. All three of them walked over to me and asked for an ultrasound. They did one inside but would not let her see it. “They just told me how much it would cost.”

            Bam! As soon as we placed the transducer on her swollen tummy, her little face appeared on the screen. “Mommy, meet your baby!” Leanne peered over and her boyfriend looked on. I asked the young man if he was okay. “Yeah, just worried.” “About what?” I asked. “How are we going to handle this?” “Let God do the worrying.” After measuring, Leanne asked if the baby was okay. “The baby appears to be approximately 20 weeks.” Leanne interjected, “That would be about right. Can you tell?” “It appears to be a girl, but we want the doctor to confirm everything.” We went over resources and they seemed more relaxed. They thanked us and told us they would keep in touch with their needs list.

 

Friday- approx 24   TX, TN, MO, IL    2 saves  onsite ultrasound  2 pro-lifers  2 nuns praying rosary

            The humidity was a little lower after a cool front supposedly came through. It was still hot as we did our reconnaissance mission around this deathcamp. The two little nuns kept praying as we kept walking and talking to abortion-bound moms and their accomplices.

            Christy and friend came out and we met them in the alley. “Would you like to see a picture of your baby?” I pointed to the van and they asked if it was free. “Absolutely!” They came inside the van and we immediately scanned her tummy. They were college students from Tennessee . “There,” I pointed to the screen. They smiled. We listened to the strong heartbeats approx 158. This baby was not shy. She appeared to be a girl. Christy laughed. “I’m going to need help.” “We can do that.” We exchanged information and resources. They accepted the literature to read. They had a long drive home. They both thanked us as we walked them to their car. Praise God!

            The Black American couple we spoke to earlier came back out; they didn’t do it. They confirmed and accepted our literature as they walked to their car behind the building. Thank you Jesus!

            After we arrived back home, we received a call from a distressed pregnant girl, Cierra from East St. Louis . She was 5 months pregnant and homeless. Her mother was a crack addict and it was no longer safe to stay with her so Cierra was walking the streets. We assured her we could help if she gave us a little time. After a few phone calls, we found a shelter with an opening and we arranged transportation for this young girl. We prayed for Divine intervention for her mother. She thanked us and promised to let us know if she needed help with anything else.  

 

Saturday- approx. 48      2 possible saves      4 pro-lifers   1 priest   rosary group

Obama/ Biden rally   Most of our ministry team was with us storming the gates in Springfield , Illinois where Obama was announcing his running mate. Read: “Small Victories Exposes the Truth at Obama/Biden Rally”  

            A small remnant stood in the gap trying to keep count and offering other options rather than killing their babies. The religious bullies were there doing a good job screaming and yelling the babies inside. Throughout the morning, two mothers left the mill but refused to confirm or accept our literature. We prayed they changed their mind on the abortions and were sparing their babies as they drove off. It was steaming hot on the sidewalk.

            Thank You God for all the lives that were saved, changed, and touched this past week. Thank You for making a way for our mission trip to Springfield to let the people who attended the rally and the law enforcement know what abortion looks like. Wake ‘em up Lord before it’s too late. Dear God, just like in Jeremiah You said the only reason You would not destroy Jerusalem was because there was a remnant that stood in the gap. Maybe that is why You have not destroyed our nation, let alone Granite City , yet. Thank you Lord.

 

Approx. 140 babies killed. 10 babies saved. Approx. 12 pro-lifers cared enough to show up throughout the weeks’ massacre. 2855 saves since January 2000 and 26 babies have been adopted through Small Victories!

 

            I had to laugh when I received this and must share. If you could only experience the scrub-board streets and sink-hole size potholes in Granite City as we trudge through them everyday in our 21-year-old ultrasound van. Enjoy!

~Two Little Boys~

            After a hardy rainstorm filled all the potholes in the streets and alleys, a young mother watched her two little boys playing in the puddle through her kitchen window. The older of the two, a five year old lad, grabbed his sibling by the back of his head and shoved his face into the water hole.
            As the boy recovered and stood laughing and dripping, the mother runs to the yard in a panic. “Why on earth did you do that to your little brother?!” she asks as she shook the older boy in anger. “We were just playing ‘church’ mommy,” he said. “And I was just baptizing him.....in the name of the Father, the Son and in...the hole-he-goes.”

 

            Be encouraged~ Angela