“The [abortion] counselor, Julie, warned me that I might experience a sense of loss. But this was emptiness. Desolation.… Once I had a personality, a life, a soul. Now I was a body with broken pieces inside. It was the sense of shattering that I could not get a grip on.”
Susan M Stanford–Rue, PhD Will I Cry Tomorrow? Healing Post–Abortion Trauma (Old Tappan, New Jersey: Fleming H Revell Company, PowerBooks, 1990) 72
“Reference was made to my agreeing that abortion is taking a human life, which it is. However, let us remember that war is also legalized killing, that the pilot that dropped the atom bomb on Nagasaki and Hiroshima killed human life. He got medals for it.
We bless our troops when they go into battle to kill human beings, so that the taking of human life, including the death penalty in certain states like Utah, where the man was shot, is not a strange behavior in a society. “
“On June 6, 2006, I found out I was going to be a mother. I felt my baby moving at 14 weeks. It was a good baby. I was forced to get an abortion by my mother. I look at my ultrasound everyday.”
“My first abortion was done in Madison, Wisconsin. I was 17 years young and my boyfriend told me if I didn’t have the abortion that he would leave me. I thought I loved him, and I knew I could not have a baby without his help and support. So I did what I was told and went through with the abortion.
When going in for my abortion I was told by the ‘professionals’ that it was only a blob of tissue, and it would be safer and easier to abort than to carry my baby to term. I would later find out this was a lie.
eight-week-old “blob of tissue”
I remember laying on the cold table with no anesthetic for the pain, staring at the ceiling, wishing I were someplace else. It seemed to last forever and the pain was unbearable. No amount of anesthetic could dull the pain in my heart and mind. The type of abortion I had was the vacuum aspirator method. I could hear by the increased labor of the suction machine what part or limb of my baby was being extracted. Each time I tried to look at the jar with my baby’s remains they would push me back down. To this day I still hear that haunting suction sound.”
Abortionist Miriam McCreary explains how she “helps” women:
“I’ve helped them [women] out of a predicament that they were not happy to be in, and if I wasn’t here to do it, you know, maybe no one else would do it.”
Defender of research on living aborted babies Dr. Kurt Hirschhorn, then an advisory board member of the March of Dimes and a researcher at New York’s Mount Sinai hospital and medical school:
“It is not possible to make this fetus into a child, therefore we can consider it as nothing more than a piece of tissue.”
Victor Cohn, “Live Fetus Research Debated,” The Washington Post, April 10, 1973
Quoted in Suzanne M Rini. Beyond Abortion: a Chronicle of Fetal Experimentation. (Rockford, Illinois: Tan Books and Publishers, 1988) 52
Experiments on living aborted babies were once legal in the US. They can still be done in some foreign countries.
From former abortion clinic director Abby Johnson:
“Although abortion advocates are constantly spouting slogans declaring their unwavering love and devotion to women, in reality, it is commonplace for some clinic workers to ignore, marginalize, blame, and ridicule the women who trust them – especially those who become confrontational when dissatisfied with services rendered by the clinic.”
Abby Johnson The Walls Are Talking: Former Abortion Clinic Workers Tell Their Stories (San Francisco, CA: Ignatius Press, 2016) 18
“The whole process was awful – knowing my child was dying inside me. I was in terrible pain; the baby would not come out. Finally the Dr. took some sort of instrument and pulled the baby out. He shouted “Another success.” I saw him take the remains of my baby to a bucket to check for all the pieces. I lost my mind right then and there and asked if I could take it home with me. He said no and put the remains in the trash.”
Susan M Stanford–Rue tells the story of her abortion:
“I glanced at the nurse’s face as we walked down the silent corridor. She looked bored, or sullen, evidently not interested in carrying on any conversation… I could not help feeling that I was suddenly just a number, part of a routine.
She led me into a small room similar to the gynecological examining rooms I’d been in during routine checkups in the past. The smell of medical disinfectant was heavy. On one side was a counter with various medical instruments and rolls of gauze. I would not allow my eyes to take in the sight.
“Lie down,” the nurse said, not gruffly, but as if I were a child. “The doctor will be with you in a few minutes.”
I slid myself onto the narrow bed, which had stirrups at the lower end… Don’t think. Don’t feel, I said over and over and over. Just be strong enough to get through. Hang in there and it’ll be over. Be strong.
In a minute the door opened and I turned my head as the doctor walked in…
“There will be some pain,” he acknowledged. “Let me know if it gets to be too much.”…
I nodded mutely.…
I could feel the tube being inserted, and then a burning sensation that turned at once into intense pain. Throughout my abdomen I was in agony. Clenching my fists and teeth, I determined to bear the pain and not cry out. For some minutes I could hear the doctor moving about. Perspiration collected on my upper lip and forehead.
At last he said, “I’m going to turn on the machine now. In a few minutes, it will all be over.”
In a few minutes. Over. Could I hold on that long? There was no backing out now.
The machine was humming suddenly with a dull sucking sound. My abdomen cramped and the pain in my uterus was nearly unbearable. The mechanical whine went on and on. My breath came in shallow, panting gasps, and I thought I would hyperventilate. Biting my lip, I tried to find some spot in a distant corner of my mind where I could hide from the hurt. Don’t think, don’t think, don’t think…
When I thought I could not stand the pain and the whine of the machine another moment, the sound stopped. In the silent seconds that followed, something like an electric shock went through me – an overwhelming sense of disbelief at what I had just done. If only I could hold onto the thought that nothing had formed yet…
The nurse asked [the doctor] something and I barely overheard him say, “Oh, it looks like about 6 or 7 weeks.”
I started. 6 or 7 weeks?… I had not expected that. As long as I could think of it as a “clump of cells” it was not quite so awful.…
Actual photo of a pre-born baby at 6 weeks
I had seen textbook pictures of infants in utero. At that stage the fetus had already started to take definitive shape – It’s heart had begun beating and it had fingers and toes. What had I done?”
Susan M Stanford–Rue, PhD Will I Cry Tomorrow? Healing Post–Abortion Trauma (Old Tappan, New Jersey: Fleming H Revell Company, PowerBooks, 1990) 68 – 71
Shortly after abortions legalization, a prominent OB/GYN admitted that the death rate from legal abortion was high:
“The surprising number of maternal deaths and near deaths following legal abortion complications should alert all who do these operations that they are not to be undertaken without the same degree of preoperative evaluation and postoperative care rendered to other gynecologic procedures.”
Deaths and Near Deaths with Legal Abortions, MJ Bulfin, presented at the ACOG Convention, October 28, 1975
