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“I don want it. I don want it…” he said with tears in his
eyes. “I tol ‘er I would take care o’ her. I mean I gotta job. She can live wit
me. Pero, she said she don wanna baby. I wanna baby. I wan ‘er to have it.”
Samuel is a middle-aged man and he stood in the parking lot
of Planned Parenthood waiting to pick up his girlfriend. “I try to teller but
she just don wan it. She gotter reasons, and I can’t change her mind.”
The Pro-Life Club goes to Planned Parenthood on N. Lake
Avenue in Pasadena every Friday from 8am to noon, which is the time when woman
come in for abortions. Abortion is a massive civil rights violation in our age.
Millions of unborn children are being brutally ripped to shreds, decapitated,
starved to death, etc every year and doctors do so legally. Women feel that
this is their choice to make, whether their child lives or
dies. Most times, they feel like abortion is their only choice.
Where the killing occur
But why should we allow massive genocide to be a
choice, simply because it's convenient?
I talked to Samuel about the other options that are
available for women with accidental pregnancies. If his girlfriend was
concerned about money, or providing food or diapers for the baby, she could go
to Living Well Pregnancy Center, not even a mile down the road from Planned
Parenthood. There are waiting lists for married couples who are barren
and want to adopt a baby and Living Well refers mothers to different adoption
agencies. The mother of the child can choose the family to which she will give
her baby, to ensure that he/she goes to a good family. But if she ends up going
through with the murder, the Center also offers post-abortion counseling for
mothers who suffer severe psychological trauma from their choice.
Samuel was all for it and grateful that a center like Living
Well exists. He wanted to keep his baby, and he shivered in the warm morning
air as he spoke of it, tears filling his eyes. He has a 12 year old son, and he
has a job as a carpenter and a house. She could have moved in with him, but she
just didn’t want to. She just didn’t want a kid.
I told Samuel that I would be praying for him, and for his
girlfriend. He seemed unsure if he and his girlfriend would even stay together
after this. The look in his eyes was that of helplessness and sorrow. I wasn’t
sure what to do in that situation. Should I ask him to check and see if his
girlfriend was still in the waiting room, and if she was, should I ask her to
come out so I could talk to her? Should I ask him to plead with her once more?
Or should I just be there to help him with his grief? It was a tough situation.
A Planned Parenthood clerk interrupted our conversation and told me that I was
trespassing by talking to the man in their parking lot. I had to go back to the
sidewalk and he then went inside to check up on his girlfriend.
Many of the women were there just for appointments, perhaps
to get checked for STD’s. Many were there probably for birth control. Many said
that they are pro-life and we didn’t need to worry about them.
Javier was in a sticky family situation. His cousin was
there with this girl who was getting an abortion. She was married, but not to
his cousin. It was hard for him to explain why the abortion had to happen
because his English was pretty poor. But it seemed like an affair issue where
the lady didn’t want to be pregnant with another man’s child while she was
married. But he admitted that they all knew the abortion would kill an innocent
life. He cried too, speaking of it. I told him that she can’t have the abortion
unless he drives her, but he has the power not to drive her. To at least have
her hold off on the abortion for a while. Maybe something would change during
that time. He called his cousin who was inside with her in the waiting room,
because I wanted to talk to him. But we were too late and she had already gone
into the mill and another life was slaughtered. And another family most likely
Javier had cancer too, and he told me that he is probably
going to die soon. I told him that God loves him and he’s there for Javier.
Javier admitted to getting drunk to ease his worries and aching heart, and I
told him God’s the only one whose permanent, in life or death.
But I’m ineloquent in speech. I’m not sure how much of it he
understood, because I had a hard time understanding him too. I asked him if he
wanted some information so we could talk more about God and he seemed to think
I was asking him out. He said something about not wanting a girlfriend right
now. Humorous, yes, but not in such a vital situation. A man in a truck that
read “Department of Transportation” drove by and was about to ticket Javier for
parking in a non-parking zone where we had stopped to talk. But I told the man
that Javier was just leaving, and Javier speedily drove off.
A girl and guy, black teenagers, who were maybe 19 years
old, driving a black SUV, floored their way into the parking lot. I tried to
stop them but he kept driving and they both looked tense and angry. The guy
dropped the girl off and then left the place just as fast. He came back about a
half hour later and this time his window was rolled down. I asked him if we
could talk and he called back, “No thanks!”
Unborn child at 12 weeks
Going to the abortion mill is intense and frustrating. It
calls for a boldness that’s rather out of character for me. It calls for faith
in God, that he would give me the words to say, and give people the hearts to
receive the words. It’s also confining because we aren’t allowed to step on the
property. We are limited to the sidewalk. We have to hope that people stop in
the driveway to talk to us before they pull into the Planned Parenthood parking
lot. We have to pray that they are willing to listen and that they aren’t just
feeding us what we want to hear, saying that they are pro-life too and are not
considering an abortion.
However, being at Planned Parenthood and seeing for myself
how many broken people go there was really a learning experience. It helps me
realize how serious the problem of abortion is. This issue calls for passionate
radicalism because it’s a matter of life and death for a human being. For too
long, I’ve been so apathetic of the lives of millions of babies- each life so
sweet, being knit together in his mother’s womb, but then torn out snd killed
brutally. They are never even given a chance. This is dehumanization; it’s a
wretched hideous violation of civil rights!
As Deb and I were leaving, an older black woman in a lime
green shirt walked out of the building and to the street where her car was
parked. We stopped her, and noticed her wet eyes, tears rolling down her cheek.
“I didn’t have an abortion!” she said. “But I’m 55 and I have two kids that are
all grown up! I had to go through the last two pregnancies all alone and I
don’t think I can do it again. But I know abortion is wrong! I don’t want to
kill my baby!” she bit her lip, sniffing and trying to hold back the tears. “He
divorced me before the first baby was born. Then he didn’t even come with me
today!” It was heartbreaking to see her in this situation, but we were both so
joyous that she had chosen not to kill the child. Deb and I gave her a card for
the Pregnancy Center, where they also offer support for women who are pregnant
and alone. Abortion is not the only option, and it’s definitely not the best