We knew the abortion clinics could be throwing the aborted babies in the trash. So, how would we know which clinics were disposing the babies illegally? There was no way to know- we’d have to go to various ones and pull the trash to see.
That was a daunting task. But finally, our work paid off.
It was a Saturday afternoon when we approached a clinic located in a strip mall. The abortionist shared the dumpster with other business owners and we received permission to remove some discarded wood from the trash. Our real goal though, was the clinic’s trash- BINGO!
We grabbed several bags over a period of time, until, one day, we discovered that inside the bags were the containers that held babies aborted by suction abortion.
Then came the task of opening up each and every gauze sac. I stilled myself to open each one , knowing what I might see – not knowing how I’d react to it.
To see their fragile little bodies so ground up that no distinguishable pieces remained was not entirely a surprise – after all – these were early abortions and babies that had been violently sucked out through a tube and into these jars.
[webmaster note; At six weeks and before the baby’s body is so small and delicate that it is ripped completely apart in an abortion, leaving no recognizable remains. The baby at this stage looks like this:
Yet when hit with the powerful suction machine, it is torn apart and nothing recognizable is left.]
Then…after carefully slicing one gauze sac, there it was. The fully formed arm of an aborted child.
Then a leg, another leg, ribs, skull, etc
As we rummaged through the bags we could see the medical records of the women whose children lay torn in pieces.
The cold-hearted abortionist had discarded the bodies of these dead babies in the trash along with their mother’s medical records with no care or concern for either.
At the bottom of the bag, we found a large foot which a pathologist later confirmed was from an unborn baby approximately 5 months gestation. The remaining body parts of that child were not in the bags we had.
As we meticulously went through the bags from that abortion clinic, I found myself feeling detached- I was looking squarely at the tiny remains of babies who suffered a horrific death and yet I had little emotion. After all, I had to finish the job I set out to do, I had to continue looking through the bags and opening each and every sac. Was I heartless? Uncaring? Unfeeling? Or was I being scientific and doing a job that had to be done?
I wrestled with this for a few days. And then….
The day arrived for the funeral for these little babies. We told no one who found them. In reality, those who attended did not care about the details – they cared only about giving these precious unborn children a decent burial. They wanted them remembered – their lives must count !
I attended the funeral like a pro, covering it for a pro-life magazine I wrote for at the time. As a journalist, I stood on stage watching people tearfully come forward and lay a rose – the symbol of life- on the small casket we purchased to place the tiny pieces of their broken bodies in.
One moment I was snapping pictures and the next….the next moment I was sobbing uncontrollably in the arms of an usher who was standing beside me on the stage. He must have seen a look in my eyes because his large torso was a comfort as I completely lost it and wept like a mother who just received the news that her beloved child was dead.
The tears and groans continued for a while and took me by surprise. After all, I was a professional, I was detached, I was looking at this from a journalists point of view – I was HUMAN!
As I write this today, I feel a lump in my throat as the memory of what I saw wells up inside me. I often think about the idea that abortion does not affect those who participate in it – the mothers, doctors, nurses, and clinic staff and I have to conclude that it absolutely does affect them.
As a young girl, I used to watch documentaries about the Nazi Holocaust and the Jews they slaughtered mercilessly.
Most people watched those films with great interest in the stories and facts they document.
But, for me, when I watched them, I recalled asking in the midst of my outrage, “ Who took those pictures?”
I remember thinking that had those pictures never been taken, society would not be sitting here today in absolute horror of what took place.
I knew at that moment that I wanted to document the abortion holocaust, and by the guidance of God, in some small way, I have.
Source: Carole Novielli The day I saw abortion first hand Saynsumthn’s BlogShare on Facebook