Death Toll September 8-13, 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 99 babies from the past week’s carnage were bagged and tagged for medical research labs, pharmaceutical and cosmetic firms.

            Rejoicing in the Lord as Small Victories save “Tylan Angelo Daniel Jones” was making his debut at 6 lbs 15 oz 18 inches in length. His mother Angel went into labor at 3:30 a.m.

            We first met her outside the abortion mill where the death merchants were pressuring her to complete the late-term abortion or be charged full price: $2400.00. She came outside that hot day to think as she was struggling with four other children and living in a domestic violence shelter in Alton , Illinois that brought her to the mill and was encouraging her to have the abortion as, “it would be a burden to bring another child into the world.” Even her family was discouraging her to keep the baby. Her father, a pastor in East St. Louis , told her, “not to come back till she got rid of the baby.”

            Praise God, she took me up on an offer to show her a picture of her baby in the ultrasound van. She broke down once inside and began relaying the pressure tactics and threats made to her from Hope abortion staff. She viewed her baby boy on the ultrasound screen and was broken. She was approx 24 weeks. After much praying and tears, we took her across the street to our staff obstetrician for confirmation and follow-up.

            Since then, God has been moving in her life. She chose blessings instead of curses and she has prospered. Thank you Jesus! She now owns a five bedroom house and we are helping her with furnishings. Her family has repented of ever thinking of killing that grandbaby. They are very supportive.

            When we got to hold baby Tylan for the first time, I whispered how much we loved him and had been waiting for him to arrive and all the sudden his large brown eyes popped open and he looked directly at me. Angel gasped and said, “That’s the first time he opened his eyes. He recognizes your voice.” We smiled. “Well, I do remember speaking directly to your protruding tummy on that fateful day. I was telling this baby how precious he was and how God has His hand on him and praying his mom would not take his life.” Tears were rolling down all who were present in that hospital room hearing this joyful testimony of this baby’s rescue.

            Even the nurses heard the story from Angel during her labor and delivery. Praise God! We were so glad to be able to get the much needed crib and supplies to Angel last week. We were down to the wire. We are still seeking bunk beds for the other children to sleep on instead of bare floors. We hugged and looked forward to this baby boy’s dedication. Angel phoned the next day and let us know she was naming the baby after both Daniel and Angela. There was a bond. We were family now.

            This has probably been the best birthday present we have ever received. Thank you God! J

 

Tuesday- midnight abortions approx 26      GA, MO, IL      2 saves     2 pro-lifers      Still hung-over from the “Holy Spirit” the day before, we rolled up to the crime scene and a few cars were already on the parking lot. We had no idea what would await us as we set up our outreach to abortion-bound mothers. We noticed a young boy wearing a hooded sweatshirt. It was 89 degrees outside. He stood quietly up against the building. We kept our eyes on him as we spoke to the women exiting their cars and lining up.

            All the sudden, a blue mini van pulled right in front of us and this boy came walking towards us. The driver bolted towards this kid and was swearing at him. She was going to pound him and she could. She outweighed him by 200 lbs. The young girl in the passenger seat looked up at our graphic sign and put her hoodie up over her head. Another bigger and older woman got out of the back seat and lit a cigarette.

            We called over to them, “Could we please help you? We do free testing and ultrasounds. We adopt babies too.” The woman took a long drag off her cigarette and calmly answered, “No thank you,” and turned to the young girl and marched her inside as the young boy began crying and pleading, “to be with her and not to do this.” The driver pulled her fist back. We told her we would call the cops if she hit him. She used a few explicatives and held him up against the wall of the slaughterhouse. I asked her to, “Let him talk to the girl. It took two to make that baby. Where are his rights?” “He don’t have any!” she shouted back at me. Then all three went inside.      

           The boy looked disheveled and walked over to us. He told us the story. “They hate me. My girlfriend Talah is living with her mom and her lesbian lover, the brute who tried coldcocking me,” he said. “So her mom is a lesbian too?” “Yeah,” he said. “I know we’re young, but it’s wrong to kill a baby. I love her and would help raise the baby,” Hayden told me. “How old are you?” “Fifteen,” he said. “How old is the girl?” “Thirteen,” he said. Both were still in school and he had a job. “How far along is she?” we asked. “At least three months,” he replied.

            He hitched a two hour ride to try and prevent this, but they never came back out the three hours we stayed and prayed. Hayden kept calling the girl’s cell phone, hoping she would pick up. Then the guard came over and threatened to have him arrested if he stepped on their lot.

            My attention turned to a very pregnant girl speaking with Savanah. Hayden said he would stay with me on the sidewalk. “Go ahead and talk to her. Maybe you can save her baby,” and he sat down by the clinic’s tree for the next three hours hoping Talia would come back out.

            Katy was contemplating going in the abortion mill. “Why? You are so far along.” She said, “I’m not sure how far along I am and I already have a three year old.” “Would you like to see a picture of your baby Katy?” “Can you do that?” she asked. “Absolutely and it’s free.” Hayden smiled over at us as we checked on him.

            Once inside the ultrasound van, Katy’s tummy really blossomed from beneath her shirt. The Lord told me to ask her if she was allergic to anything. “Yes, latex.” I immediately ripped the gloves off my hands and scanned. Up popped a very large cranium on the screen. She was definitely in her third trimester. “Oh Katy, you appear to be approx 30-32 weeks.” The baby was still active and was making it hard to do any measurements. It also appeared to be a baby girl. “She is auditioning for her life Katy.” “Does she look okay?” she inquired. “Let’s get you checked out.”

            After finishing the ultrasound and going over resources, we sent her over to Dr. Mark’s office to confirm and set up a follow up appointment. She thanked us and promised to update us.    

            Hayden was still on the corner. “Did she save her baby?” he asked. “Yes, for now.” He smiled, but was heartbroken over his child’s scheduled demise. We kept praying.

            A mother and daughter from Illinois came back out and spoke with Savannah . They accepted a brochure and confirmed they didn’t go through with the abortion. We watched them drive off the lot.

            It was getting late. Hayden was hanging in there, but after three hours we told him we had to leave for home. He hugged us and exchanged contact information. We also gave him post-abortion info for men and women. We knew his heart was heavy. Yogendra Shah, chief abortionist, arrived early in the afternoon. Convicted felon abortionist Alan Palmer arrived just as we were leaving. There were tag-team killers this evening. There would be much innocent blood shed.

 

Wednesday- approx 7      MO, IL   1 pro-lifer  Mostly late-term follow-ups from the evening before.      

 

Thursday- approx 26      MO, IL      2 pro-lifers   7^th Anniversary 9/11  Terror in the towers, Terror in the Womb continues everyday across our nation with the terrorist acts inside abortion mills with the deaths of over 3000 babies daily.

            The dismal weather fit the mood outside this deathcamp in this City of Slaughter . A light drizzle fell on us as we did our reconnaissance mission. We met April from Missouri and her mom. She came back out of the mill and into our arms. We asked if we could help her. She was on the cell phone holding. “Yes, I need help. Can you help me? I’m on hold for financial assistance to pay for my abortion.” I handed her our brochure. “I would love to help you. We don’t pay for abortions, we save babies. We adopt babies or help moms if they want to parent.” “Oh no,” she said. “I can’t have this baby,” she said and backed up a bit. “Yes you can. It’s already growing in your womb. Don’t take it in there and have it destroyed.” “Oh no, you don’t understand. I have a health issue. I’ll die if I have it,” she said.

            “Something inside a mother dies when she has an abortion.” I said. “No, no. I can’t,” and she walked away by the guard shack still holding the cell phone to her ear. We prayed and she still stood there for a few more minutes, then went back inside.

            Our eyes focused over on a car pulling up to the sidewalk. A very tall man got out, then a very pregnant driver got out. “Can we help you?” “Ma’am?” he said. I said, “Can we help you?” I pointed to the van. “We do free ultrasounds and help with resources.” “Oh, she needs an ultrasound,” he said, “but we have an appointment across the street.” We gave them our brochure and they confirmed their doctor to us and thanked us. He looked at the signs and was horrified. “They do that to babies?” “Yes sir, everyday.” “That’s sickening,” he commented as they crossed the street into the hospital.

 

Friday- approx 32      IN, MO, IL      2 saves      2 pro-lifers

            Brandon and Bernadette delivered baby Jeremiah Andre 8 lbs 1 oz  9 inches  Brandon met us this morning outside the abortion mill and shared the good news. We were thrilled. Mom and baby boy were doing well. We went over resources and baby supplies we would be bringing the following morning for them to bring the baby home in. Brandon chose a Biblical name for his firstborn: Jeremiah, one of our favorite prophets.

            Daniel helped him with diapers, a few baby blankets, and onesies we had in stock, while we were horrified to hear and see a “mob scene” across the parking lot screaming at a young girl in the passenger seat. The male driver got out and ran up to the guard shack while the mob continued screaming. Brandy spoke up and said, “That’s horrible.” By the time we got to the girl, she was crying her eyes out and covering her face. We knelt down with the mob to our backs. She peered over and I held our baby’s picture for her to see and apologized for those who were screaming at her. “We are not here to scream hate at you. We are here to love on you and help save your baby.”         All the sudden, two of the women from the hate mob came from behind and attacked us. The religious loon joined in. It was a snake-pit. Brandy, who stands with us, yelled at the two women to, “Stop it! Quit attacking her. Screaming at these pregnant girls only gets them in there faster.” Brandy knows; she has been there.

            With all this distraction, and the devil knows who to use, we noticed the upset passenger somehow made her way up to the guard’s shack and was signing in. We hurried over to the corner before she went inside. “Please don’t do it. God loves you and He loves that baby. He’ll make a way.” They went inside. The mob was scurrying off the sidewalk towards their cars. The damage was done.

            Brandy and her mom stayed with us and we continued praying. Within minutes, the upset girl came back out and she walked towards us. She told us the driver was pressuring her to abort this baby. She didn’t want the abortion. We walked her to a safe area and called for a ride. The driver went to the guard shack and talked with the guard. He had no idea she had left him. After awhile, the driver began searching for the girlfriend and eventually drove off the lot with his cell phone to his ear. Praise God! We prayed he would not force her to pick him over this innocent child.

            Daniel spoke with Ceil and her friend from Illinois . They came back out and confirmed with us that she didn’t go through with her abortion. She is 7 weeks pregnant, PTL!

            Carrissa and her driver came out; she could barely walk. I ran over to the catwalk and told the male, “Please don’t make her walk.” I told him I would stay there and hold her until he brought the car around. I held my hands out to her and she held on. He walked down the long alley to retrieve the car. God told me this was day one of her late-term abortion.

            Carrissa told me she was 15.2 weeks pregnant with her third child. She already has a two year old and a one year old. “Motherhood may be a little overwhelming, but it’s worth it. I have 12 children.” Her eyes opened a little bigger. “Are you okay?” I asked her. “Yes, just a little dizzy.” She told me she was from Peoria . It would be a two-three hour drive. I squeezed her hand and told her it was not too late to stop this, and told her I wanted to pray for her.

            We bowed our heads and began by asking God, “Carrissa needs a touch from You this day. Let her know how much You love her and that child in her womb, that little one, is as precious as the two she has at home.”

            The driver pulled up and she had tears in her eyes. I held her hands and he helped open the door as we gently sat her in the seat. I told her she may want to lie back in the seat. She would be doing a lot of bleeding. I told him to, “Take extra care of her tonight,” and that I would see them in the morning. They both had surprised looks on their faces. They thanked me as I shut the door and they slowly pulled away. Sad...to pick and choose who gets to live and who gets to die.           

 

Saturday- approx 36      MS, MO, IL      2 saves      140 pro-lifers      Community of Faith, Christian Life Center, Pastor Todd Greiner, Pastor Steve McKeown, Pastor Mark Jordan, 1 priest, rosary group, seminarians       4 deathscorts

            Pastor Todd along with Pastors Steve and Mark led in prayer after emptying the buses of prayer warriors. They brought the foot soldiers around the building and quickly filled the sidewalks surrounding this deathcamp. Praise and worship soon filled the air. The screaming man was inaudible as church hymns replaced his angry words. This large group had various signs and the City of Slaughter took notice as they drove by the deathcamp in their city. There were many honks of support.

              Two Black American women parked on the hospital lot. Angela met them as they were walking towards the abortion mill and explained the resources that we could help them with. They accepted a brochure and continued inside.

            The deathcamp called in reinforcements and a small group from St. Louis Ethical Society, former abortion mill employee Allison Hile’s personal church, clamored together and held their ethical cleansing signs to kill babies along with one clergy for a “poor-choice” sign.

            A little bit later, the women came back out, praise God! Angela was able to speak with them and they confirmed they saved their baby. They got in their car and drove off. Another Black American family who went in earlier came back out and confirmed they saved the baby and drove off the lot.

            Brandon, the new father we met outside this deathcamp, arrived and we began loading the crib and other baby supplies into his vehicle. The deathcamp guard came over and threatened to arrest Brandon if he drove through their lot. The devil was angry. How dare Small Victories actually help a father who saved his baby with baby supplies! Brandon was very grateful for the supplies and he went over to the escorts and gave them “heaven” for what they do to little babies. He promised to keep in contact as he walked across the street to visit his wife and newborn.

            Meanwhile, the troops picked up the proclaiming line and took it to the main thoroughfare in this City of Slaughter where they proclaimed the truth of abortion to the inhabitants.

            God, wake this city up before it’s too late. I would not want to be a resident of this bloody city on Judgment Day when they stand before God and He asks them, “Where were you when they were killing my children?” What will they say?

            The day was coming to a close. The buses were loading up and there were two precious saves and one turn-away this day because the Church of Jesus Christ showed up for the battle this day.

 

Approx. 127 babies killed. 6 babies saved. Approx. 147 pro-lifers cared enough to show up throughout the weeks’ massacre. 2875 saves since January 2000 and 26 babies have been adopted through Small Victories!

 

            Throughout our daily toils, God blesses the work at our hands, inspiring them to do good, to spread love, to lift up, and to help out. 1 Peter 3:13 “Now who will harm you if you are eager to do good?”

            When harm comes our way, we silently consider how eager we have been to do the right thing.

 

              Be encouraged~ Angela