This morning I arrived at the Emily's abortion mill at
7:30. I started saying my Rosary and
within two hours 8 girls had walked through the doors leading to the death of
their baby. I handed out pamphlets, many
of which were rejected, and tried to talk to the girls, most of which efforts
were ignored. I was able to talk with a
girl and her boyfriend for a while but in the end they also passed through
Emily's cold glass doors. Another girl
stopped to talk with me though her boyfriend hurried to get past me to the
"security" the closed doors of Emily's could offer his culpable
conscious from my presence. She, in
turn, also passed through the doors. At
9:30 a camera crew arrived to do a news report on the story of Christine Quinn,
a New York city counsel woman running for Mayer, who is organizing deathscorts
aka escorts to be trained and come out in large numbers to "combat"
the presence of Pro-Lifers. "Volunteers are being recruited via the city’s
Web site, www.nyc.gov, and through e-mails. They’ll be trained by Planned
Parenthood and the NYCLU at City Hall on Oct. 28 and 29." Chris Slattery talked with the News caster and while this
was going on a woman came up and asked me why the camera was there. I explained and as soon as she understood
what I was doing there I was immediately cut off and bombarded with a torrent
of heated words and anger. She, as most
New Yorkers I have noticed, do not realize the existence of personal
space. She leaned in abrasive and loud,
spittle spewing from her mouth as she asked me how I expect a girl who is a
dedicated bar hopper and clubber, who conceives from a drunk, one night stand,
stranger to keep that baby? Barely being
able to slip in "Is that the baby's fault?" She charges ahead asking
me where she and the baby are supposed to live.
I answer we have expectant mother homes we can connect the mother with
where she can stay while she is pregnant till the baby is a year old. 18
months. Indignant, she demands whats
supposed to happen to them after that. I
replied that we try to give them that time in the homes to help them get their
feet under them so that hopefully by that time they will have a job and be
ready to start living on their own. Her
words pour out fast and angry. She asked
questions not waiting for answers and she told me to "wait till I am done" when I tried to answer them. Finally I took a step forward, raised my
voice, and said forcibly "Its my turn!!" Her voice changed a little bit as she took
a step back and said "OK". I
tried to address as many of her charges I could remember, particularly adoption because she had said she would never
give a child away because that child would hate her for it. She tried to interrupt a few times but I held
my ground and said solidly "No! Its still my turn!" which I think, as oddly as it is, she
respected me for. In the end, when I
gave her back the floor, she continued spewing words of anger obviously caused
by hurt. "I was raped. I am gay.
I hate men which is why all my friends are men because I am afraid of
them." She ranted on to me about
all her family members and their messed up lives. Her nieces and nephews that were abused by
her sister-in-law. Her relatives in the
foster care system who were abused. On
and on. Such hurt.
I stood there and listened praying silently for her. She went on, no
break in her words, for at least 8 minutes. Then she abruptly turned and walked
away. "I am so sorry for your
pain." I called to her. "I am
so sorry."
How tragic the pain fellow human beings suffer. The hurt that is inflicted on them and the hurt they inflict upon themselves by closing themselves off from any human comfort or help so as to not be so vulnerable again. What can I say to a woman so wronged besides "I am sorry" which seems so minuscule in the face of such injury? I am so sorry.
"Why are you downcast, my soul? Why do you groan within
me? Wait for God, for I shall again
praise him, my savior and my God." - Psalm 43:5
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