“Defend the unborn against abortion even if they persecute you, calumniate you, set traps for you, take you to court, or kill you.” Pope Francis, 2005
The horrors of abortion are making headlines almost daily. Whether it’s the heartbeat bills in the USA or the lately overturned UK court ruling that a disabled woman should be given a forced abortion against her will, many of us will have been drawn into the debate with friends, colleagues, or family. And we as Catholics are called to stand up, to speak out against this holocaust, to defend the unborn at all times. But in this ever-evolving battleground, how can we ever hope to keep up with the changing nature of the debate – and defeat abortion once and for all?
Advancements in science have already helped us win many battles. Enhanced technology has proven time and time again what we already knew – that children unborn are as alive and as precious as each and every one of us. Improved sonogram technology means we can identify the heartbeat earlier than ever, and incredible 3D ultrasounds can show real time pictures of the baby in utero – beautiful and moving images in more detail than we ever thought possible. Advancements in medical care mean that premature babies have better quality care, and better chances of survival, than at any point in history.
In the wake of these incredible advancements, the abortion industry is having to adapt their arguments – and fast. They can no longer claim that the foetus is not human (absurd, since it is hardly going to be anything else) or not alive (disproven, with extensive new technology proving that the foetus has a heartbeat, can feel pain, can hear and recognise voices in utero, among much more). But the language and debates they have moved on to are even more shocking. Current pro-abortion rhetoric states that the unborn child is alive and human, but less worthy of life than the mother – less worthy of life, even, than the mother’s ‘right to choose’. Or in other words, life unworthy of life.
This sickening phrase has been used before.[1] And it changes the nature of the argument utterly. Pro-lifers are no longer fighting for the right of unborn children to be seen as living humans, we are fighting for them to be seen as worthy of life despite the fact that they have been proved to be living humans. It is a tragic fight many of us never thought we would have to face.
Life unworthy of life has terrible, terrifying consequences, and the potential victims are far greater than unborn children. It bears the potential for horrendous damage for the disabled, for ethnic minorities, for young children and the elderly – that someone may be less worthy of life because they are more reliant on others. That someone who is younger and smaller and has made less of an impact on this world has less right to walk in it. That someone who is older and sicker is less worthy of life, because they have less life left to lead.
So how can we defeat abortion – and all other forms of pro-death argument and action – on this new battleground? We need to make it our mission, as pro-life Catholics, to stand up not just for the unborn, but all voiceless lives at risk. The disabled. Single women. Poorer families. Criminals. The sick. Pro-abortion activists like to claim that all we care about is life in the womb, without any compassion for children once they are born. Let’s prove to them this isn’t true. Donate time or money to services that support single mothers, struggling families, or the homeless. Be a listening ear to those in need. Valuing all life, no matter how long, short, large, or small, is what it truly means to be pro-life.
Secondly, we must call out these pro-abortion lies into the open. Help people to see what abortion activists are really saying when they cry that the life of an unborn child is worth less than that of a born one. Let the link between abortion and eugenics be clearly seen. Abortion disguises its horrors with false language: pregnancy is used instead of foetus or unborn child. Women deserve better than abortion – women deserve the truth.
Finally, we must pray. Pray for the victims of abortion, the children killed, the mothers who were duped into believing there was no alternative, for the millions of lives and souls lost since the legalisation of abortion. Let’s pray for abortion to become not just illegal, but unthinkable.
We are winning this battle. Pro-life legislation in the US is a testament to the fact that abortion is being finally revealed for the horror it truly is. And although it may not feel like it, the change in pro-abortion language is evidence that they are running scared. Let’s keep the unborn in our prayers, now more than ever, pray God protects them and all women at risk.
As I wrap up posts on the events that happened during the second session at the Capitol, I wanted to leave you with stories and videos shared by friends and acquaintances, some of whom were with the group who went with me that I wrote about in my previous post. Though the first post is incredibly long, I have broken it up with video between posts. Personal testimony paints a vivid picture of what happened. I hope you enjoy these accounts, one of which will be featured later today.
The following is one woman’s account of her experience in the gallery when protestors disrupted the gallery by chaining themselves to the railing. If you’ll recall from my previous post, this was the incident that the trooper with the bolt cutters in our elevator was rushing to get to.
She writes: A Catholic priest standing in front of me in line was grabbed from behind, while praying the rosary, by a washed up hippie woman who tried to pull him backwards and started cussing him out. I went and got two DPS officers and they talked to her. She behaved until they had to leave because of something going down in another area. Then she started making strange sounds every time she’d look at the priest, shake her head and say a few more cuss words. We had a woman putting a vulgar sign with a vagina on it in our faces (including my 14 year old daughter, six year old daughter, nine and 11 year old sons). Several of the orange shirts tried to scream in our faces, but DPS was right on that! In the circle outside the chambers, the orange shirts were screaming/howling/chanting all day/night. There was a small group of blue in the center holding signs and staying silent. The orange tried to hold up a giant banner that said: “my body, my choice” that would have covered the circle…
::below is video of the protestors attempting to cover the small
circle of pro-lifers praying in the middle of the rotunda::
…but the blues held up their arms and blocked them (LOL). The orange then tried to push/grab them and DPS jumped in and stopped them. Later on, my 14 year old daughter saw several activists putting feces in a bottle in the bathroom and mix with water. The plan was to dump it on the senators but DPS was tipped off and took the bottles. Here is some other information that I think needs to be investigated. Several activist were able to get into the chamber with bicycle chains and chain themselves to the railing, we all had to go through metal detectors and have our bags x-rayed just to get into the building HOW did they get that through? It makes me wonder if they had help either from a senate staff member or a senator. So, we think these activists were from California because they were sitting next to my 14 year daughter before the incident, and were talking about living in CA and going to school there. What they did: two of them rushed the railing and used the bike chains to chain themselves. Two men in dresses and adult diapers stood up and tried to stop the cops from getting to the chained women. One of the chained women had a trash sack filled with a red colored liquid and tried to dump it onto the senators below (they also threatened to jump off the balcony). However, these people learned you don’t mess with Texas, y’all! Our DPS officers had bolt cutters and quickly carried them out. These men had white dresses on smeared with blood and my poor daughter and another teen girl in blue beside her had a terrible view of this. When the police lifted these men up by the arms and legs, their dresses went up and their legs were open. These men had adult diapers on and had smeared fake blood all over their crotch. It made my daughter and this other teen girl sick and they had to turn away. The police had to shove my daughter out of the way to get to these chained women but they apologized to her when they did it and said they had to get there fast (how cool is that?). Let me clarify, I was sitting across from this; I saw it go down, but my daughter was beside them because there weren’t any open seats to seat us all together. I actually said “what the hell” louder than I should have but it slipped out, I’m not proud of it, but it startled me. I think the trash sack was smuggled inside one of adult diapers because our bags were thoroughly searched and all food/drink were taken including cough drops and tampons. This was a coordinated event because several people in orange throughout the chamber got out their phones and started filming seconds before this went down. Each time right BEFORE a woman would stand up and start singing “all we are saying is give us a choice” those same phones would go up and start recording. We also heard a gun had been brought in as well but the police found it.
I have to say, most of the people in orange were polite and courteous with us. They shared water/snacks, offered jackets to my six year old daughter when she got cold. I saw quite a few orange shirts that said “revolution nothing less” and others had a uterus/Fallopian tubes and “come and take them” on them. See, this whole “choice” thing all comes down to casual sex and sex outside marriage. They have made it about genitilia, the parts needed for conception, but not the baby that results. ~Amy, Waxahachie, TX
Here is another account by a friend who went with me on Friday evening.
Last night I went to the capital. That sounds simple, right? Sadly, that doesn’t really capture what happened last night in Austin. I think it would be more fitting to say I visited the third ring of hell or I was in a warzone. I seriously think I need to make a T-shirt that says “I survived HB 2”. I knew the groups of pro aborts were going in with the intent to be disruptive, disrespectful, and angry. I might add they succeeded on all counts. So why go? Why knowingly walk into the wolves den? Let me just say, I am not trying to be a martyr here. I believe every life conceived is worth protecting. Every life. So what’s a gal to do? She partners up with some awesome folks from her parish and she goes to the capital. I was nervous all day with all the reports coming out of Austin and on social media; feces and urine being confiscated, people planning to flash the senate, talks of throwing blood and feminine products. Who makes this stuff up?! We didn’t know if they were just trying to scare us into not showing up or if this was really going to happen. Then I got to my parish. Peace began to replace the fear. The more friends that showed up, the more my peace grew. In popped a dear friend who announced to us that even though she could not join us, she was coming to pray before the Blessed Sacrament for us. I could feel God’s hand now. I knew I wanted……no, needed our priest to pray over us before we left. A priest with the Legionaries of Christ who had just wrapped a boys camp my sons attended was about to leave to head home as our associate pastor finished up his day. They both agreed to pray over us and bless us. That’s when you know you are doing what God has called you to do; when all the pieces fall into place. I could feel God’s armor being placed on us. We loaded up the van and headed to Austin. As we approached the capital grounds, it was apparent we would be outnumbered. No big deal. We knew that going in. We knew many pro-life supporters were focusing on getting into the senate gallery to watch the debate and see this bill pass. You could hear the screaming once the doors opened. We quickly ran into familiar faces who gave us the low down and what has happened so far. There was a small group of pro-life supporters who were completely and overwhelming encircled by a screaming, angry pro-abortion mob. I use the word mob not to be disrespectful but to articulate how it felt, what it looked like. In short, the scene was crazy. Frankly, I think I am being gracious by saying it was a mob. It was decided they needed us in there to pray for them so in we went. We first stood on the outside of the circle.
::video of walking into the circle::
I couldn’t even see the pro-lifers if it weren’t for their signs held high. The sound in that room was positively deafening. I could barely hear myself think. My ears were hurting just by stepping in the rotunda. That is when my heart broke. I stood watching grown men and women screaming, some sounding more like animals than people. They even howled at times all for the “right” to kill unborn children. I was dumbstruck. Did they get that?! Did they see how insane this was? They were screaming so they could kill defenseless babies. What does one even do with that? You pray. It’s all you can do. Our group decided we needed to get as close to the pro-lifers in the third ring of hell. The funny thing about that, the pro aborts didn’t want us to get in. I am not really sure why. I thought everyone was free to stand for their beliefs, I thought it was my choice (that’s what they kept screaming in our ears anyway). A group of women in orange made it their mission to block us out. They would watch us and purposely move in front or bump us if need be. I knew going in that there would be no way I would engage in conversation with the pro abort group. I had heard too many reports about how they were willing to go to jail for this. I was NOT going to be calling my husband to come bail me out! I was going to pray peacefully and silently. That was before I saw the aggressiveness of the other group. I didn’t think twice when my friends tried to move closer and I stepped between them and the orange shirt lady, allowing them to pass.
::video below of what it was like in the middle of the rotunda::
The orange shirt lady didn’t like that very much and yelled at me “you bumped me!!!!!!” Of course I didn’t. She ran right into me because she didn’t see me. Her friend started yelling at me, “why are you here?!!!!! Why do you hate us?!!”. And just like that my plan of keeping my mouth zipped and not engaging evaporated before my eyes. Sure there were many eloquent things I could have said. Here was my chance for my voice to be heard and share with them why I am always and unapologetically prolife.
However, in the third ring of hell, there is no conversation.
There is no reasoning.
There is no friendly debate.
::below is video of a clearly agitated woman and her aggressive actions towards anyone who doesn’t agree with her choice to abort::
I looked at her and simply said “I am just standing here. I don’t hate you.” I know. Powerful, right? She apologized and let me be. They continued to scream all around us and you could feel their breath on our necks and heads. We were packed in, it was hot and smelly. I could see a young man in the middle of this group. He was wearing blue and holding a prolife sign. There was a girl in orange leaning up against him and pushing with all her weight. She screamed, she yelled, she whistled and kept pushing that young man. We tried praying as a group even though some of us were separated from each other. I kept looking up and taking it all in. All around me and above me were angry voices. They hated what I believed. They hated what I stood for. I could feel every ounce of hate they had for me as I stood there. It was a heavy burden. I couldn’t pray a rosary though I clutched those beads in my hand. My friends prayed a Chaplet of Divine Mercy. I couldn’t. I couldn’t concentrate long enough. I couldn’t stop looking at the angry faces. “Jesus, meek and humble of heart, make my heart like Yours”. That is all I could pray over and over and over in my head. Women in orange turned to my friend and told her to leave. I wanted to ask her why. Why is she allowed to voice her views and we are not? My friend was calm, smiling, stood her ground. I looked at my other friend who had a man screaming in her ear, bumping her, putting his sign so close it was practically on her head. Why was it ok for this man to bully my friend?! Why did no one have a problem with this? Are women only to be protected when they are pro-choice? How could he be there to defend a woman’s choice then try to intimidate any woman who did not think like him? Am I the only one seeing the irony here?
Then it was like time stopped; a total grace-filled moment.
I looked at my friends and was completely overwhelmed with how completely and utterly beautiful they were.
They were here.
They were standing up for babies who had no voice.
They were standing up for women who need to be encouraged to nurture life and not destroy it.
They were sincere.
They were being a light in an incredibly dark place.
There was no shouting or pushing back from them.
They endured those insults with a smile.
And this wasn’t just any smile.
They had the most peaceful, accepting smiles on their faces as they radiated the love of Christ.
Tears started to come and I fought them back. It made me think of the Blessed Mother and her complete acceptance of God’s will, her complete submission. I can honestly say I have never seen more beautiful women in all my life. I am so very thankful God permitted me that moment. We got the text that it was time to go before the crowd got worse. It was hard to consider what “worse” would look like. We told our friends it was time to go. One chose to stay. I was worried for her but she couldn’t be swayed. As I walked away, I made eye contact with the young man in the blue shirt who still had someone on his back pushing him. He wasn’t angry and it surprised me. He seemed to be at peace. I mouthed “thank you” to him and he smiled. I left wishing I could do more to help him.
The rest of the evening went well as we left the three ring circus and headed to the basement to watch debate and the vote. By the time the senators voted, our room was full of only prolife supporters. It was beautiful to be there and celebrate with them. There was a group of young girls who traveled up from the valley to be a part of this. They were supposed to be on their way home but couldn’t bring themselves to leave. The joy in their eyes and the smile on their faces was priceless. That is the way I will remember last night; the faces. There were the faces of those beautiful young girls from the valley who were so happy when the bill passed. There were the angry pro-abortion faces screaming at me even when I tried smiling at them. There were the beautiful faces of my friends as they tried to show the pro aborts love, kindness, and resolve. There was the strong and confident face of the pro-life young man standing in the center of the rotunda enduring screams and shoving as I caught his eye to say thank you. There were the faces that wouldn’t even look at me as I offered my place in line at the bathroom to a pro-abortion woman. There were the faces of DPS troopers who were clearly concerned. There was the face of my senator, tired and worried as he quickly walked away from the crowds surrounded by DPS troopers. Lastly I will remember the faces of our parish group as we pulled into St. Williams parking lot and all walked into the adoration chapel to thank God. There was joy but most importantly there was peace. We went to the capital last night and came back with peace. ~ D, Georgetown
Video of reaction from Texas Alliance for Life, submitted by and used with permission by Tony Tovar
So, what happened to the one left behind in the rotunda? You can read her story here.
Welcome to Sanger’s Choice Cafe, my name is Margaret and I will be serving you today. You will be having water, spinach and liver. And don’t forget to pay up front. Have a nice day!’
If this was the way you were treated when you went into a restaurant expecting to enjoy a meal of your choice, I’ll bet you wouldn’t go back there again! Well, that’s exactly what happens when you go to a Planned Parenthood clinic. The word ‘choice’ has been bandied about for many years now – or should I say, it has been ‘hijacked’? On this, the 39th anniversary of the infamous Roe vs. Wade decision, I would like to ask any and all ‘pro-choice’ folks out there to answer one simple question…
‘Seriously, what do you mean by ‘Choice’?’
choice (chois) n.
1. The act of choosing; selection.
2. The power, right, or liberty to choose; option.
3. One that is chosen.
4. A number or variety from which to choose: a wide choice of styles and colors.
5. The best or most preferable part.
6. Care in choosing.
7. An alternative.
As the definition of the word indicates, when one speaks of choice, it should be a given that there is a range of options on the table. Think of it as looking at a menu. Do I want the Fettuccine Alfredo or the Rib-eye steak? Cheesecake, ice cream or pie? If you were to go into the restaurant in the example above and they made your ‘choice’ for you, wouldn’t you be just a wee bit peeved?
Whenever you have a discussion with a pro-choice pro-abortion person, do you ever hear them mention helping a woman in a difficult pregnancy? Do they mention alternatives such as crisis pregnancy centers or adoption? Not in my experience! What they generally do is deflect by some obscure statement about pro-life people wanting to force women to be ‘breeders’…how we don’t care about the women or their babies – only about getting thatkid born. Then they accuse us of simply dropping the ball.
Well let me ask you pro-choice pro-abortion people something, ‘what exactly are the choices that you present?’ When you tell your friends or afrightened pregnant woman/girl that they have a ‘choice’, what are those choices? I can tell you what the choices presented by the pro-life crowd are: assistance before, during and after delivery; choices of how to care for yourself and your child should you choose to keep her; and adoption – the option of giving your baby a chance at a life with someone who desperately wants her. This is an accurate example of ‘choice’ in action!
So stop the rhetoric; stop repeating the Planned Parenthood talking points. There are lives at stake and, yes, there should be choices – choices about how to love both the mother and her baby, before AND after birth. That’s how to be pro-woman! That’s how to truly offer something useful to someone who is seeking your help! That’s what we pro-lifers do!
*As part of our blogging schedule, we have agreed, as a group, that we will not be doing individual blog posts on Sundays. Usually, in an effort to keep the discussion going, we post about Mass and our obligations on Sundays. We set up an auto-post so we can enjoy family time, too. Given that today is the 39th anniversary of the infamous Roe vs. Wade decision, which resulted in legalizing the killing of babies in the womb, we have made an exception. We are participating in Jill Stanek’s ‘Ask them what they mean by ‘choice’ blog day. This post was, however, also written prior to Sunday and auto–posted.
What does one even do with that? You pray. It’s all you can do. Our group decided we needed to get as close to the pro-lifers in the third ring of hell. The funny thing about that, the pro aborts didn’t want us to get in. I am not really sure why. I thought everyone was free to stand for their beliefs, I thought it was my choice (that’s what they kept screaming in our ears anyway). A group of women in orange made it their mission to block us out. They would watch us and purposely move in front or bump us if need be. I knew going in that there would be no way I would engage in conversation with the pro abort group. I had heard too many reports about how they were willing to go to jail for this. I was NOT going to be calling my husband to come bail me out! I was going to pray peacefully and silently. That was before I saw the aggressiveness of the other group. I didn’t think twice when my friends tried to move closer and I stepped between them and the orange shirt lady, allowing them to pass.
