Death Toll September 15-20, 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 127 babies from the past week’s carnage were bagged and tagged for medical research labs, pharmaceutical and cosmetic firms.

 

Tuesday- midnight abortions approx 25      1 save      1 pro-lifer    As we rolled up to the crime scene in this City of Slaughter the dead baby body parts truck “Stericycle” was attempting to sneak down the alley after making their grisly pick-up. They haul the aborted babies across the river to Washington University and Barnes Jewish Hospital. That is, what is not flushed down the oversized commode inside this house of horrors.

            A young mother and friend came back out and confirmed they were keeping the baby, accepted a brochure, and drove off.

            A threesome mom, daughter, and impregnator cursed us out after being confronted with the truth of what they were about to do to their innocent baby. It was sad to see an older mother employed at Missouri Baptist Hospital , the very same hospital that employs convicted felon and abortionist Alan Palmer, come to this slaughterhouse to kill her pre-born baby.

 

Wednesday- approx 32      MO²⁴, IL⁸      2 saves  twins on-site ultrasound      2 pro-lifers    Notice the count. Almost all the abortions this day, like most days, are coming from Missouri . Laws are not going to stop abortion. But peaceable people will, standing in the gap for those without a voice.

            Abortions in Missouri may of gone down with years of good intentioned laws and restrictions, but they have steadily gone up here in Illinois unfortunately.

            Many of the mothers this day were politely declining our offers of free help and other options. God was still in control. Dorthea and Jermaine pulled up to the parking lot. As soon as she opened her door, we offered to help them. “Oh no, I have an appointment.” “We won’t make you late.” She rushed inside. The driver signed the list.

            I heard a little voice and looked at the rear window on the van. A pair of little brown eyes were peering at me. “Well hello, how old are you?” A tiny little hand showed me three fingers. Then another small voice, “Let me see,” the little girl said and another pair of beautiful eyes peered through the tiny opening. “And you would be his sister?” I inquired. “Uh huh,” a small girl replied.

            Soon the driver was back closing the window. “Please sir, is there anything we could do to save that baby in her womb?” He looked over and said she was already inside. He got the other two toddlers out of the car. They looked over. They were really cute kids. “That baby in her womb is as precious as these two.” He smiled and took the brochure from me. “If there is a chance you can talk with her, please give her this information. We will help.” They all began walking towards McDonalds.

            We kept talking with the other mothers walking inside. No takers on our offers. Soon, the father and kids returned. He placed them in the car and went inside the abortion mill. A few minutes later, the woman walked out with him. I offered to help them. “Did they let you see the ultrasound?” She said, “I didn’t do it.” I asked her if we could help her. She declined and got in the car. We met them in the alley. He shook my hand and said, “Thank you for talking with me.” I asked her if she would like to see an ultrasound. She said, “Can you do that?” “Yes,” and I pointed to our sign “Free Ultrasounds”. I showed them where to park their van.

            While we set up the outreach, I helped her bring the children inside the van. She began explaining the situation. As I listened, I scanned her tummy and I asked her son (the three year old) if he would help me. He gladly accepted his role in viewing his sibling. “Now after we are all done you are going to help me wipe the jelly off mommy’s belly.” He smiled and I gave him the towels. His sister who was all of four years old helped me squirt the belly gel on her mommy’s tummy. They were excited to be taking a part in this ultrasound of their baby sibling. The mother Dorthea told me, “I didn’t listen to you some time ago.” I looked at her face. I really couldn’t remember.

            Then up on the screen to our delight, we viewed twins approx 8 weeks. I asked if twins ran in the family. “Yes,” she said. “I didn’t listen to you and I killed my first set.” I was a little surprised she confessed this to me. I asked her, “You remember me?” “Yes,” she said. “You were standing out here five years ago and you tried to help me, but I didn’t listen. Now I got my twins back,” she said with tears filling her eyes. Her husband was crying.  

            She then told me of an existing condition that started earlier and I told her she needed to be seen by her doctor. They were happy. We gave them resource information and exchanged contact numbers. They were going straight to their doctor to be checked out and confirmed. We gave hugs to all of them and assurance we would help them with their needs. They thanked us again and drove towards Missouri . Praise God!

 

Thursday- approx 38      IN, TX, MO, IL      4 saves      3 pro-lifers    After setting up our pregnancy outreach we made our reconnaissance mission around this deathcamp. Unfortunately, the low death toll was quickly fading as the numbers of pregnant moms going inside began rising. Most were Black American. There were two saves before we got to the mill Jess confirmed.

            We kept trying and talking. A lot took our literature and took the time to listen, but still went inside. We kept praying.

             Michelle brought baby Autumn, a Small Victories save, by. She is now 6 months old. Her older brother inquired of the partial-birth abortion sign. “Why do they do that to babies?” Talon asked. “Because they don’t like babies.”  He then stood by his little sister to pose for a picture. “I’m gonna be a skate border,” he said. Michelle told us to keep up the good work.            

            An attractive accomplice came out for a smoke and brought her book to study for an upcoming college exam. I tried talking her out of it, but she wouldn’t listen. This is her third. “Abortion ? Yes, I’m against it.” she said. “I have two children I’m raising by myself and going to school and trying to hold down a part-time job.” “Good for you! We need more strong women.” We explained how abortion really is keeping women in bondage. “It dupes women into thinking by taking an innocent life they become empowered. All abortion does is make women their own gods. They get to act immoral and get to decide who gets to live and who gets to die. It teaches them to be violent.”

             “When you sow blood in the womb, you will reap it in the streets.” She agreed and said she was sorry she brought her now. She added, “I could not believe how many people are in there. It is packed.” She thanked us for talking with her and went back inside.

 

Friday- approx 23      IN, MO, IL      4 saves including twins  on-site ultrasound      4 pro-lifers   As we pulled up to the slaughterhouse, the lot was almost full. We quickly set up. We noticed the fish pins on some cars and several rosaries hanging off visors. A couple of the troublemakers were back and began screaming over us as we gently spoke to several mothers at different times walking inside. All this did was make them brush by us and run inside away from the noise. These wicked women are contingent on destroying lives, not saving them. We placed the soft Jesus music on the sidewalk to keep spirits calm.

            Once again, there were disappropriately more Black Americans being led to their slaughter. We let the mothers know we were not here to scream preach at them but to tell them the truth in love. One of the women turned to us, accepted a brochure, and looked it over as she stood in line. The screaming intensified from the two angry women who moved to the side of the deathcamp. We continued to plead with them to, “Choose life, choose blessings this day. The real hope is outside here.” They went inside. We returned to the front sidewalk.

            A few minutes later, a dark suburban pulled in front of us. I was certain they were parked on the back lot earlier. I asked if we could help them and pointed to the ultrasound van with our resource sign. He looked over at the woman passenger. For the next 25-30 minutes it was a spiritual battle. She began using her hands to talk to the driver. She was upset. He hung his head down. We prayed when the screamers started to attack this couple. I prayed even harder. Daniel stood by and protected us from their insults. They moved back and left us alone in front of this couple to softly plead and make their innocent child’s case.

            The woman passenger began crying as she talked to the male driver. “Give her strength God,” I prayed. “Let her know, Lord, that she can’t do it on her own but with Your guidance and help, You Lord, will make a way.” The male kept looking up at us. I summoned a prayer warrior who brought her 5 month old baby. We asked her to stand next to us in their view and keep praying. They did. Lisa’s poster-board sign read: “Please, let us help you save your baby”.

            We began weeping. We were so broken over the battle for this innocent baby tears were flowing down our cheeks. A few minutes later, the driver and passenger were holding one another and wiping their tears. The driver shook his head. “We’re not going in there.” Praise God! and he put the car in reverse, backed up, and drove off their lot. Thank you Jesus! Daniel met them at the end of the drive and watched as they drove in the direction of the interstate.

            I grabbed Lisa and her mother’s hands and we jointly prayed and thanked God, “for this baby’s life and to get this couple back home safely and give them peace in knowing they did the righteous thing today. In Jesus’ Name.” We were exhausted after that one. “Wow,” Lisa said. “I’ve never seen anything like that. It really is a battle.”

            Just then, the young woman who took our brochure earlier walked back out and her friend followed her. “Is there anything we could help you with? God told me you’re going to need it.” She looked up with a smile on her face. “She didn’t do it.” Her friend told us she was 8 weeks along from Missouri and would be calling us for help. They thanked us as they pulled off the lot.    Still trying to gather enough energy to pack up our outreach, a woman pulled up in front of us. I asked her if we could help her as she started walking to the entrance. I pointed to the van. “I need a pregnancy test,” she said. “We do free ultrasounds.” Daniel unloaded the signs and we brought Juaneisha inside. It was getting warm, but I quickly scanned her tummy after asking a few basic questions. I positioned her head so she could view the screen. BAM! On the screen we viewed a suspected pregnancy of twins approx 5-6 weeks. She was so surprised. “Do twins run in your family?” “Yes ma’am,” she said. “Everything has to be confirmed,” and she told me she would follow-up with her regular obstetrician. We went over resources and gave her a confirmation letter for W.I.C. She thanked us and we walked her back to her car. Everyone was gone off the sidewalk. It was peaceful. A good day’s workout for us.

 

Saturday- approx 33    KY, IN², MO, IL    3 saves      6 pro-lifers   8 seminarians 1 priest   In a misty rain we set up our pregnancy outreach to the abortion-bound mothers. Seven were already inside. They began early this a.m. Several of the cars returning were from the day before. These were late-term babies being dismembered. The sorority girl’s car was one of them.

            Our Maryville pro-life group brought us much needed baby supplies. Thank you Jesus! Claudine from East St. Louis came back out. She was 20 weeks pregnant. We spoke with her and gave her a brochure. We told her we would help her with baby supplies. She thanked us and left      Tamika from Lebanon , Illinois came out and told us she was 8 weeks pregnant and a little distraught over the possibility of not having anything to offer her baby. We shared Jesus with her and how He had everything under control and we would take care of the small stuff. She thanked us and accepted a brochure and drove off the lot.

            The parking lot was full. It was disgusting to view all the religious symbols hanging off the visors and crucifixes on the dash boards. They must fear vampires more than God’s judgment. The American Church is in such disarray it is no wonder we see more professing Christians murdering their babies nowadays. This is sin and most pastors refuse to acknowledge it or speak out about it. And those brave shepherds that do speak out on abortion are ostracized, silenced, or worse, removed from the pulpit.

            The mom and daughter from Indiana with the Christian fish pin were returning to finish the late-term grisly procedure. Leann and Carl from Missouri came back out. They told us they were 11 weeks pregnant and keeping the baby. They accepted a brochure and drove off. Praise God!

            Albert Stanger from UMSL over in St. Louis (he is a mathematics professor and a pro-choice Catholic deathscort) is rather “gay” over the recent removal of Archbishop Raymond Burke from the St. Louis diocese. Albert was confronted a few years ago when he donned a tee-shirt emblazoned with “Screw Burke”. “I bet you’d like that Arthur,” one man told him.

            He was surrounded by the rosary group of seminarians this day as he was walking from the mill where he proudly led over 30 babies to their demise. He was giving them rhetoric on Catholicism and abortion. It was sickening. “Aren’t you glad your mother didn’t feel that way about you Arthur?” He walked away to his car.

            The seminarians thanked us for our years of dedication as they headed to their cars. A small group of youngsters from Granite City came across the street to join us on the sidewalk. They looked at the signs and made the comment, “We know what this place does. It’s bad. Why do they got to do that to them babies?” the oldest asked. “Because they hate babies.” We gave them a few dollars to buy some lunch at McDonalds. They thanked us and promised to come stand with us again.

            A deranged minivan and older woman driver zoomed recklessly onto the parking lot. An overweight woman bolted from the van and ran inside the guard’s shack. The older driver opened the back to the minivan and it looked like a garage sale inside. She had the funk in the trunk! Her pink bumper sticker read: “NOT A WELL WOMAN-God made us sisters. Prozac made us friends”. She yelled over at us, “Get a life!” Angela replied, “Don’t take a life.” She flipped us off and waddled up to the front entrance with a cigarette hanging out of her mouth and her bottomless Big Slurppy cup and a Café Latte in the other hand.

            There was a brew-ha-ha going on with employees. Several came out for a smoke break, pointing fingers at one another and doing some serious talk. We know there has been much internal turmoil going on inside most abortion mills. This one is no different. Lawlessness and greed breeds quarrels.

            Honor amongst killers, I think not.  

 

Approx. 151 babies killed. 14 babies saved. Approx. 16 pro-lifers cared enough to show up throughout the weeks’ massacre. 2889 saves since January 2000 and 26 babies have been adopted through Small Victories!

 

            Christ tells us, “I was hungry and you fed me. I was thirsty and you gave me drink. I was a stranger and you invited me in. I was naked and you clothed me.” The sheep give heart to urgent human needs, to loving their neighbors as themselves, as did the Good Samaritan. We who endeavor to follow in Christ’s footsteps are defined most not by what we say, but by what we do. Proverbs 24:11-12 was our personal marching orders many years ago in this ministry. Those scriptures command, not suggest, we, “Rescue those being led to the slaughter,” and cautions us not to say we did not know about this oppression or else God will repay each of us according to what we have done.

            We must not ignore the call and the urgent need and cross the road as to avoid the Christian leper as the Levite did. God commands each and every one of us not to ignore the innocents’ cries. Prayers are good and we are to pray without ceasing, but prayer cannot be a substitute for action that God requires of each of us. Please don’t be a part of the up and coming “It’s Not My Ministry” ministry. Put feet on those prayers outside the local deathcamps where innocent lives are destroyed or else God may deem our prayers a stench in His nostrils as much as He did to Judah and Israel ’s prayers.  

            Most killing centers are located within earshot of churches, and yet most pastors and their congregations turn a blind eye and co-exist with evil. It’s called the sin of complacency. But remember dear shepherds, God sees it all, and judgment begins in the house of the Lord.

            I am not finished, no matter what today is like. God left diamonds uncut, rivers unbridged, songs unsung, stories undreamed. Being unfinished is a gift of grace. “My hope is in you Lord.” Psalms 39:7. Take dominion and possess the land until the Lord returns.  

 

            Be encouraged~ Angela