Three Hearses

Three Hearses

While praying outside of Planned Parenthood, a large truck rolled up behind me on the street. The truck read, “Healthcare Waste Solutions.” There cannot be a solution if there is not a problem. For Planned Parenthood, the problem was that they had terminated many preborn children, and if anybody saw these dead children, they would understand the aftermath of abortion. At medical facilities that do not perform abortions, Healthcare Waste Solutions would only be collecting biohazardous waste, and not entire corpses. The Planned Parenthood at 349 149^th Street, however, does abortions four days a week, and this truck was their solution. Lacking X-ray vision, I couldn’t see that the three cardboard boxes in front of me were, in fact, crude containers for God only knows how many pre-born children, each of whom He formed in the womb. The driver verified that the boxes were from Planned Parenthood, as he left the boxes sitting on the street. A few minutes later he emerged from Planned Parenthood with three more cardboard boxes. He loaded them into the truck and drove off. Planned Parenthood was just another client, and the contents of these cardboard boxes had been demoted to pathological waste. Yes, there was the risk that among the dead corpses lived a pathogen. What I found to be most pathological was the lie, the deception that acted as though there had never been a living child.

Mourning what I had witnessed makes me want to adopt these children, if only for the sake of naming them, and giving them the dignity of burial. Their lives, however brief, deserve to be recognized. Their deaths deserve at least a line or two in the obituary. Their parents should not be denied the opportunity to go through the grieving process in a natural and healthy way, and to be comforted by those who would gladly help the parents of the deceased child to choose life in the future. When there are alternatives, no financial situation or inconvenience should ever have caused any of these children to wind up in a cardboard box on 149^th Street. Yet, here they sat in front of me.

Within the following hour or two, a black hearse drove by, with two black SUVs behind it. The three-vehicle motorcade stood in stark contrast to the Healthcare Waste Solutions trucks that came to Planned Parenthood and Dr. Emily’s abortion clinics that morning.