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Wednesday, February 13, 2013


I got a phone call a little while ago. The caller was looking for my son who is off in the navy. When I told them he wasn’t here, the person on the other end asked me if I was a registered voter and then asked if I would take a survey.

The survey started out okay. After a few questions it was very obvious that the questions were skewed so that you had to answer the questions only one way.

“Do you agree that health care for women is important regardless of their religious beliefs?” etc.

Now, who doesn’t want women to have good health care? My wife is currently uninsured and I really want her to have good health care. After a while it became obvious that Planned Parenthood or a similar organization was conducting the survey. The interviewer said he did not know who the survey was for.

There were questions like “do you think that any women’s health care provider who receives public funds should be allowed to provide a full selection of choices for women who seek their services?” Well, if you read between the lines they are asking “Do you think the government should pay for abortions?” Frame the way the questions were, most people would say yes.
But I don’t support using public funds for abortions. I don’t think companies should be required to provide health care that includes abortion. Do I support the right for a woman to choose? Yes, a woman has the right to abstain from sex. A woman has the right to use a condom or other barrier method. The birth control pill doesn’t prevent pregnancy; it prevents a fertilized egg from implanting in the uterus. In other words, the pill causes abortions.
When I was a teenager I was oblivious to the idea that there was anything wrong with an abortion. I had to interview a spokesperson for Planned Parenthood for one of my classes at the University of South Carolina. I chose the organization to interview. I picked Planned Parenthood because of the proposed “Squeal Law” that would require that medical providers inform parents before their child received birth control of any type.

While I was there I had to watch a movie that is shown to the families and friends of girls while they are undergoing their abortions. The room was packed. Never once was the word ‘baby’ used. Each time the word baby should have been used, the term ‘tissue’ replaced it. A suction device removes the tissue.

Too many babies have died at the hands of abortion doctors. Too many young girls are convinced that their only choice is abortion. Isn’t it time we spoke out against this?

Years ago I was on a mailing list called “The Knights of Kindness.” One day a member forwarded a story that we have all seen about a baby documenting its development and growth. The poem ends with “Today my mother killed me.” The member who sent this in was bombarded with people who supposedly stood for choice. Each one berated and/or threatened the sender. I spoke out for her and received a letter from a woman who told about how her daughter was an honor student and very talented and how at age sixteen she got pregnant and had an abortion. She asked what kind of life her daughter would have today. My question is, what kind of life does your grandchild have today?

Diary of an Unborn Child:


Today my life began. My parents do not know it yet, but it is I already. And I am to be a girl. I shall have blond hair and blue eyes. Just about everything is settled though, even the fact that I shall love flowers.


Some say that I am not a real person yet, that only my mother exists. But I am a real person, just as a small crumb of bread is yet truly bread. My mother is. And I am.


My mouth is just beginning to open now. Just think, in a year or so I shall be laughing and later talking. I know what my first word will be: MAMA.


My heart began to beat today all by itself. From now on it shall gently beat for the rest of my life without ever stopping to rest! And after many years it will tire. It will stop, and then I shall die.


I am growing a bit every day. My arms and legs are beginning to take shape. But I have to wait a long time yet before those little legs will raise me to my mother’s arms, before these little arms will be able to gather flowers and embrace my father.


Tiny fingers are beginning to form on my hands. Funny how small they are! I’ll be able to stroke my mother’s hair with them.


It wasn’t until today that the doctor told mom that I am living here under her heart. Oh, how happy she must be! Are you happy, mom?


My mom and dad are probably thinking about a name for me. But they don’t even know that I am a little girl. I want to be called Kathy. I am getting so big already.


My hair is growing. It is smooth and bright and shiny. I wonder what kind of hair mom has?


I am just about able to see. It is dark around me. When mom brings me into the world it will be full of sunshine and flowers. But what I want more than anything is to see my mom. How do you look, mom?


I wonder if mom hears the whispering of my heart? Some children come into the world a little sick. But my heart is strong and healthy. It beats so evenly: tup-tup, tup-tup. You’ll have a healthy little daughter, mom!


Today my mother killed me.

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