From Abby Johnson, former medical director of a Planned Parenthood abortion clinic:
I remember one day at Planned Parenthood we were standing around in the POC lab talking about how far along Warren Hern performed abortions (he performs them up until the date of birth in Colorado). I remember my boss laughing and saying, “He aborts them so far along they come out crying and looking for their mama.” Everyone in the room laughed as she made the motion of holding a baby up and spanking it’s bottom. I went to a friend of mine and asked her what she thought of aborting babies so late…I had always been uncomfortable with late term abortion. She said, “Well, it’s better to kill them before they are put in a dumpster.” And that was how I then began to justify late term abortion in my mind…”better than in a dumpster.”
Since leaving Planned Parenthood, that conversation has always haunted me…how easily I could justify something so heinous. I have since learned that if you have to justify something, then you probably shouldn’t believe in it.
Thank God for redemption and mercy.
Abby Johnson, shared on Facebook
8/8/2015
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“A Presbyterian minister in my city once said that he would support his teenage daughter to get an abortion. When another pastor asked him, “When do you believe a human person begins to exist?” The Presbyterian minister replied, “I think someone becomes a person when they are loved.”
Dave Sterrett Aborting Aristotle: Examining Fatal Fallacies in the Abortion (South Bend, Indiana: St. Augustine’s Press, 2015) 96
The baby below died in an abortion clinic. He was never loved. Was he therefore never a person?
This other baby, around the same age as the aborted one, was wanted and loved, but was stillborn. Was he a person because his mother loved and wanted him?
“Financially, after years of struggle, I can’t help feeling like a Texan who drilled for water and struck oil.”
Mark Julienne “Suddenly I’m a Legal Abortionist” Medical Economics November 23, 1970
Abortion has always been very profitable for abortionists. In the book Abortion Confidential pro-choice former abortion clinic owner Norma Goldberger says the abortionists at her clinic were paid $250,000 for doing abortions 12 hours a week. They made this money with just their one job at the clinic.
Read more about abortion and abortion profits here.
MSNBC’s Joe Scarborough said the following about the mainstream news media’s lack of coverage of the undercover videos that show Planned Parenthood officials talking about selling aborted baby body parts:
“You know, I got to say of all the areas where I think there is media bias, I think the greatest area is on this issue [abortion] I think most reporters do the best job they can do and they try to be as fair as possible.”
But when it come to the issue of abortion, there is the greatest built-in bias. And it is completely cultural bias, it is unintended.
[I]f the roles were reversed … there is a group on the right doing what Planned Parenthood has done on the Left and is described on the Left, there would be Justice Department — there would be indictments already going down.”
Anna C shares this picture of her aborted daughter:
Her name is May Lynn and she has a story. She was my daughter, murdered by me via abortion at 24 weeks. In light of these Planned Parenthood videos I want to share her story.
Hardly anyone knew and the few people that did, I lied to, never admitting that her blood was on my hands. I couldn’t even admit it to the hospital staff. I told everyone (only a handful of people) it was just a crazy misfortune.
She changed everything for me. Now I knew I had been lied to. Now I knew regret. Now I knew what I had done. I was a murderer. The heavy guilt of that hit me like a freight train.
It hit me the hardest when I woke up in the hospital bed with her in my arms and she was warm from my own body heat and for a moment I could pretend that I hadn’t done what I had done…. until I couldn’t pretend any more.
It hit me again when I called and begged the funeral home to unseal her casket so I could hold her one last time. Those precious, tiny fingers. That soft skin and tiny little mouth. Every time I hold my other children… but never her….
It hit me again when I buried her with only one person there to comfort me, my closest confidant who still didn’t even know what I had done.
It hit me again when I woke up in my car in the cemetery.
And again when my life had to keep moving and I felt to guilty to mourn her. Who has a right to mourn who they’ve killed? I thought…
It hits me every time I think about it and wonder what kind of little girl she would have been. Or think how she’d be getting her license to drive about now…
And she wasn’t the first. She was my 3rd child dead by my own hands. I’d never seen the reality of what I’d done because I’d never held them. It was easy to pretend that it had never happened. But this time, there was no denying it.
I struggled for years with the guilt. I still feel the regret. But I praise God to know how precious life is. I praise God that He extends mercy and grace to me. Even to me, a mother that would kill her own flesh and blood. I praise God that people are starting to wake up, and I praise God that Planned Parenthood is being revealed for what they are.
In a 2012 post, an abortion clinic worker over at Abortion Gang complains about problems with the pro-choice movement:
A co-worker once told me that in her 10+ years of working in the reproductive health field, her peers in other movements validated time and again that our movement is the most f@cked up. Not f@cked up because we don’t have our hearts in the right place (we do) or because we don’t have science on our side (we do), but because of the way we treat each other, and the way our intra-movement politics operate.
Every so often several friends and I debate the merits of “outing” certain organizations for their legendary bullshit. Everyone knows that organization A has an executive director who’s a megalomanic. Everyone knows that two particular organizations bully other smaller organizations. Everyone knows that organization B likes to fire (almost) everyone every couple of years. Everyone knows that certain national organizations have less than cordial relationships with their local affiliates. Is there merit in pinning a name to these claims? What would happen to the person who decided to to do so? Would she be ex-communicated from the movement? Lose the ability to work or volunteer in the movement ever again?
She then goes on to describe what it’s like to work in an abortion clinic, all the faults of the administration:
In an effort to be less vague, let me make it painfully obvious. Here are a few clues that the reproductive health, rights, or justice organization you work at may be a toxic work environment:
o You’re expected to treat your members/patients/donors better than the way your boss/upper management treats you.
o You’re afraid to confront your co-worker/your boss about something racist/classist/transphobic/etc she said for fear of losing your job.
o You don’t get insurance coverage. The insurance coverage you get doesn’t cover pre-natal care, contraception, or abortion. You don’t get decent maternity or paternity leave. Yet these are all values your organization supposedly champions.
o There is frequent turn over and burn-out because of low pay and high stress.
o Your volunteers, interns, or anyone with “assistant” in their title are treated as a commodity.
o Young people, people of color, and/or queer folks are not valued, are not expected to be leaders, and are tokenized.
o When you give thoughtful feedback about your job or about the organization in general, no one takes you seriously.
o Your organization primarily works with or on behalf of low-income communities, communities of color, and/or young people, yet those folks are not represented on the staff or on the board. And there are no conversations about class, race, or privilege among staff. Ever.
o You see young people being encouraged to take on responsibilities for which they are not being paid, for the good of the organization and therefore the movement.
o You find yourself having to mask your work conditions, including poor communication, bad management, and unclear organizational goals, while selling your organization to donors and supporters.
o You are underpaid and are made to feel uncomfortable for any mention of that, or for requesting to be paid fairly, because times are tough/the economy is bad/you should be putting the organization’s needs before your own.
o Your organization only cares about marginalized people in a marginalized place (hello, low-income Texan women!) when your org stands to make a buck off of promoting their rough situation.
My name is Jim and I once proudly worked for Planned Parenthood. As the Director of Security for Planned Parenthood of the Rocky Mountains, I took the job thinking it was the most perfect opportunity a security professional could find.
One person I swore to protect was the Vice President and Chief of Medical Services at Planned Parenthood, Savita Ginde. In fact, I was hired mostly because she approved. She questioned me at length during the interview process, and I heard later that she was the main reason I got the job.
During that interview process, I asked her specifically “Why do the protesters claim you cut up baby parts and sell them for research?” Her answer: “Because they’re crazy.” I even spent many a morning telling the protesters how they were lying about the body parts being sold. We didn’t do that. I was confident we didn’t, because that’s what I was told.
However, recently it has come to light that some affiliates are harvesting body parts and selling them for research. I couldn’t believe it a few weeks ago when the first video came out. There was a top official for the Planned Parenthood national office talking so comfortably while eating a salad about being careful while performing the “procedure” so that she didn’t destroy the valuable parts.
While watching this video though, I was greatly relieved because as disgusting as it was, at least it wasn’t MY former clinic. At least the doctors I worked hard to protect weren’t doing this. I obviously worked for an ethical affiliate. We would never harvest baby parts and sell them.
And then there was another video, showing Dr. Ginde, the woman who had interviewed me; the woman who swore to me that our affiliate didn’t do that; the woman who I protected; on video discussing how to maximize profit by ensuring all parts were harvested and sold separately.
There she was telling how the affiliate’s lawyer, who I thought I had developed an actual friendship with, had gone to great lengths to set up the procedures to harvest and sell the baby parts across state lines.
And there she was, with her medical assistant, actually dissecting a fetus that had just been aborted.
I sat stunned watching the video. They swore that our affiliate didn’t do that. They hid it from me, and lied to me so that I would continue to protect them while they did it. And the worst part of the video? The announcement of “Hey, it’s another boy!”
Wait… it can’t be a boy. You told me it was nothing but a clump of cells. “A boy” is a determination you make about a baby. It can’t possibly be a determination you make about a clump of cells. A zygote. A “fetus”. A boy… is a child.
I protected Dr. Ginde. I protected the rest of the employees. I protected them because they swore things to me because they knew if they told me the truth I’d quit. They knew if I knew the truth I’d tell others. The allowed me to stand on the corner and call protesters liars, who were telling the truth.
I’m ashamed of my employment with Planned Parenthood of the Rocky Mountains. I’m ashamed of the lies I parroted for them. I’m ashamed of the people I called liars who were doing nothing but telling the truth. I’m ashamed that I considered Dr. Savita Ginde a friend worth protecting.
A woman named Hope was hired by Planned Parenthood to interpret the worker’s words into sign language for deaf patients. She describes what she experienced when she was asked to interpret during an abortion. The baby was aborted at eighteen weeks:
“At 10:30 sharp, we entered the operating room. That’s when my stomach started to turn.
Previously, when I’d read “medical procedure,” it had been for ultrasounds. But this was different – we were in an OR. The lights were too bright for the size of the room. There were cold-looking metal objects on a table. I was in an abortion.
I tried to remain calm. I interpreted back and forth, but when the murder began, I lost it. As I watched the doctor pull this life out, limb by limb, I couldn’t help but let the tears start to fall.
What I had thought would be just lumps of blood clots were body parts. Arms, a torso, legs, and a head. I felt as if I was suffocating. As soon as it was over, I ran from the room. I collapsed in the hallway and sobbed uncontrollably. To this day, I haven’t cried like that since.
A security guard rushed me into his office. I realize now that it was probably not to console me, but because I was scaring the patients.
I quit my job that afternoon. I went into the manager’s office and signed my papers. Abortion was not a strong enough word for what I had witnessed. Murder wasn’t even good enough a word.
To me, murder implied that the person might have been capable of fighting back. No, this was a slaughter.”
A woman who briefly worked at Planned Parenthood tells her story:
“I was looking to help the public. I mean I’m looking to make blood draws easy for children, for people. I’m very passionate about people I find myself. I’m very humane. I’m very sensitive. I thought I was just going to be drawing blood, not procuring tissue from aborted fetuses.
I basically just went on Craig’s List, typed in the word phlebotomist lab technician and I clicked a link to apply, it said procurement technician. I went to the website, it said ‘StemExpress’ and ‘Apply Now.’ I applied, it was really short, it wasn’t even an application, it was your name, your phone number, that was it. And I got an e-mail back and I interviewed and they don’t even let you know in the interview what you’re doing.
StemExpress is a company that hires procurement techs to draw blood and dissect dead fetuses and sell the parts to researchers. They partner with Planned Parenthood and they get part of the money, cuz we pay them to use their facilities and they get paid from it. They do get some kind of benefit.
16 weeks
… and I look over in the corner and there’s a little–it’s a little light tray with pie dishes on it. I’m like ‘hm, okay,’ And then I see someone come in with a–a bottle of something, and there was blood in it. And I’m like ‘okay’ and then they went over to the sink, and they emptied it out in a strainer, and put it on the pie dish and lit it up and I’m looking like what’s going on and my trainer comes over and she puts on gloves and she grabs some–some tweezers and she’s picking the parts away from the vaginal tissue and I’m–I’ve never had anxiety before this, at all, so I’m looking, I don’t know what’s going on. I had no idea that this was what was going to be happening, especially my first day.
8 weeks
And she’s uh, she’s literally–she has tweezers and she’s like ‘okay, well this is the head, this is the arm, this is a leg, and she hands them over and she goes okay, here you go, can you show me some of the parts I just showed you?’ And I grabbed the tweezers and I’m like–cuz I didn’t want to lose this job–I didn’t know–I was… stoked to get it–so I did what she said. And the moment I took the tweezers, I put them in the dish, I remember grabbing the leg, and I said ‘this is the leg,’ and the moment I picked it up, I could just feel like death and pain–like I’ve never felt that before, like shoot up, through my body, and I started to–I blacked out, basically.
They got the smelling–the smelling salt. Woke up in the recovery room and lookin’ around. I was really embarrassed, you know, who faints at their first job. And one of the nurses looks at me and is like ‘oh, new, you’re new huh?’ And I’m like ‘yeah.’ ‘Don’t worry, it still happens to a bunch of us.’ I’m like ‘really?’ And she’s like ‘yes, some of us don’t ever get over it.’ And I remember leaving that day like ‘what have I gotten myself into?’
They weren’t looking for a compassionate individual, at all. They were just looking for someone who could get as much money, as many samples. I think that’s why they were interested in me, as a phlebotomist, ’cause I can draw quick, so I think that they looked at that and they wanted someone who could get the numbers up.”
