The Abortionist is a book written by an illegal abortionist in 1962. This is the contents of a letter that was written to the abortionist.
“I recall fighting my way out of the black void into which the drug had plunged me to hear myself screaming hysterically, “I want my baby! Give me back my baby!” And as I sobbed away, you tried to console me, telling me it was over and that everything was all right.
But everything wasn’t all right. Lying there, I felt only disgust at myself. I had broken nature’s most sacred code, the propagation of the human race. That was the trust for which I had been placed on earth and I had violated it.
But life is also survival of the fittest and, in some way, I knew I was not fit to bear a baby or to be a mother…
I hated myself, I hated the father of the child and vowed never to see him again.…
But you I do not hate. You have given me a second chance. When everyone else turned their back in scorn, you were willing to allow me the responsibility of deciding whether I wanted my child. You made me feel I still had the dignity due to every human being.”
Dr. X, Lucy Freeman The Abortionist (London: Victor Gollacz LTD, 1962) 43 – 44
There is so much self-hatred and post abortion regret in this testimony, yet she does not blame the abortionist who did the abortion. She seems to be unable to admit that abortion was a horrible mistake, no matter how upset it made her.
“Clinic counselors go to great lengths to help a youngster through an abortion. Despite the emotional stress of the work, they are, as they say, “there for her” from the decision-making stage to the postpartum depression at the end. But if the same 15-year-old becomes a repeater and returns at 16 and at 17, and if she develops a cool attitude towards the counseling experience, the reaction is different. The counselor loses her own professional distance. Joffe says,
The legalization and consequent routinization of abortion has stimulated in the former (the counselor) new questions about the morality of abortion. For the latter (the client), this very same routinization seems to have had the opposite effect.”
Gary Crum, Thelma McCormack Abortion: Pro-Choice or Pro-Life? (Washington, DC: The American University Press, 1992) 104
They are referring to information found in the book Carol Joffe The Regulation of Sexuality (Philadelphia: Temple University Press, 1986)
Dr. James B Kahn, national abortion surveillance officer of the US Public Health Service in Atlanta, described in 1971 how, after legalization of abortion in New York and other states, the number of abortions skyrocketed. As recounted by Fr. Paul Marx who heard him speak at a conference about abortion:
“[It has been] documented from the best sources and the latest available statistics the fact that abortions were now “dramatically increasing” despite “gross underreporting” following the “advancing wave of liberal abortion legislation.” The significant rise in the total number of abortions across the United States repeated the unvarying pattern established after similar legislation in other countries.”
Paul Marx The Death Peddlers: War on the Unborn (Collegeville, Minnesota: St. John’s University Press, 1971) 9
“I remember our abortionist joking about how ‘stupid’ the women were who came into our clinic. He would tell us to make sure and ‘shut them up’ during the abortion. He said that he didn’t want to hear the ‘stupid things that came out of their mouths.’
One day, he was talking about these women in a particularly vile way and I sat there listening to him realizing that I was no better than he was. I wasn’t standing up for these women. I wasn’t defending them. In fact, I had become a traitor to women by not defending their dignity.
I knew from that day forward that I would begin to stand up for women in crisis. But I knew that I couldn’t just care for a woman without also caring for her unborn baby.
When I told my coworkers that I was leaving, one of them actually called me a ‘traitor.’ She said that by not advocating for abortion, I was standing against women. I told her that it was the abortion industry who was betraying women…
Every single woman that came in for our ‘services’ was being betrayed by us. We didn’t see her as a person. We saw her as a line item…a tally on our budget sheet.”
From an editorial in the Washington Post about why Planned Parenthood should be supported and get federal funds:
“The fight also isn’t about cutting spending. The services Planned Parenthood provides save the federal government a lot of money. It’s somewhat cold to put it in these terms, but taxpayers end up bearing a lot of the expense for unintended pregnancies among people without the means to care for their children.”
Babies like this one, who is 9 to 10 weeks old, are aborted every day Planned Parenthood clinic’s across the country.Is this worth it to save taxpayer money?
Go here to see with this baby would look like after being dismembered in an abortion
“By October 1971, New York had reported 62 live births as a result of abortion. While 56 of those born alive had died within hours, no death certificates had been recorded for the other 6. At least one survivor has been adopted.”
Paul Marx The Death Peddlers: War on the Unborn (Collegeville, Minnesota: St. John’s University Press, 1971) 6
Note: Abortion was legal in New York in 1971, even though it was before Roe V Wade. Roe V Wade legalized abortion nationwide, but several states allowed it before the court decision.
Dr. Warren Hern, who does abortions though all 9 moths, said the following about “partial birth abortion.”(The D&X abortion procedure)
It’s a barbaric and grotesque term for a procedure that was described at National Abortion Federation meetings in the early nineties by two doctors who didn’t take the deadliness of the psychological warfare seriously, and then the Republicans took it up and it became this obscene and basically pornographic antiabortion pornography with pictures that made it look like you were killing this beautiful Gerber baby–and when he tried to tell his colleagues, No, this is not the safest way to perform a delayed abortion, they accused him of working with the antiabortion people and basically rode him out on a rail.
John H. Richardson “The last abortion doctor” EsquireSeptember 1, 2009
He is referring to this diagram, which shows how these abortions were performed:
Baby at 22 to 24 weeks
The baby above is of the age that most partial birth abortions were done.
Now, is the term “partial-birth abortion”barbaric and grotesque, or is the procedure itself barbaric and grotesque?
“As early as eight to ten weeks after conception, and definitely by thirteen-and-a-half weeks, the unborn experiences organic pain…. First, the unborn child’s mouth, at eight weeks, then her hands at ten weeks, then her face, arms, and legs at eleven weeks become sensitive to touch. By thirteen-and-a-half weeks, she responds to pain at all levels of her nervous system in an integrated response which cannot be termed a mere reflex. She can now experience pain.”
Surgeon Robert P. N. Shearin
The Abortion Providers,” a 1989 video available from Prolife Action League, 6160 N. Qcero, Chicago, E 60646, (312) 777-2900
From a woman who had an abortion but does not regret her choice. She still had a terrible experience.
8 week old fetus
“I first did an ultrasound, which they wouldn’t let me see. They said I was exactly 8 weeks along. I asked, “What does it look like,” picturing a little thing with arms and legs. They said very curtly, “It looks like a tiny fetus,” and shut off the machine.
Then I went into a room to see a counselor, who asked me how I felt about it, if I was being forced to do this, etc. I told her I have a crap job, I live alone, I’m in debt, I’m trying to finish college, I’m not in a relationship with the father, and it just was not the right time. I told her how I was very scared of the actual procedure and she told me it was like bad menstrual cramps, and that I’d be given drugs to ease the pain. I felt better and she had me sign a million papers. I was given a blood test, and then we (the counselor, me, and the father) all went upstairs….
After more waiting, my name was called and I went to a large room where several other women were sitting, all in hospital gowns. I was asked some more questions, then told to wear the gown and use the restroom. Once I came out I was given several pills, including valium, vicodin, ibuprophen, and some other pill to help my uterus shrink to normal size. Then I was told to sit and wait for the drugs to kick in.
I waited about 30 minutes, and soon I was the only person waiting. I was told that when I became drowsy, they would perform the procedure. I was feeling tired, but wasn’t sure if it was from the lack of sleep or the drugs kicking in. A nurse came and told me it was time and we walked to different room to do it.
I sat on the table and lied down, and had a nurse on my left, and the doc and another nurse at my feet. I was tired, but remembered what the counselor had said about it being like cramps and wasn’t as scared. The nurse next to me held my hand and I felt the doc put in the speculum, then the cotton swab. Then I felt this shooting pain and was told they were numbing my cervix. Then I felt the worst pain of my life. I was sobbing, yelling, thrashing around as the nurse held me down and kept telling me to relax, I was doing great, it would be over soon, etc. It felt like forever. I remember hearing the doc say, “Hush up, it’s not that bad.”
I felt like I was being tortured. I’m not exaggerating; it was the worst pain I have ever experienced. After it was over I still had stabbing pain in my abdomen and could feel myself bleeding everywhere. I was sweating everywhere and absolutely weeping. The nurse who held my hand helped me sit up and then she and another nurse slowly put my legs together to get my underwear on. The two of them walked me to a recovery room and had me sit in a chair. I was still sobbing, feeling the pain and begging them to let me lie down. They wouldn’t let me and plopped a heating pad on my belly, which didn’t help anything; adding to my sweat, already dripping off me. I wouldn’t stop asking to lie down, and as I sat there, three nurses muttered to each other if they should let me or not. Finally, they said I could, but that I had to use the toilet first. I didn’t even have to go.
I was helped into the restroom, and really get fuzzy at this part. The drugs finally hit me, all at once, and I fell off the toilet and onto the floor. I remember hearing the nurses say, “Stay with us! Stay with us!” but I was too tired to care. I vaguely remember being lifted onto a rolling bed, and conked out. I was dimly aware of the nurses around me, checking my blood pressure and checking my bleeding (I soaked thru my underwear, the gown, and the sheets). …
I fell back asleep and what seemed like a minute later they woke me up to tell me I had to leave because other patients were coming in to recover. A half hour had passed in reality. They helped me get dressed, then put me in a wheelchair. I couldn’t keep my head up so I was slumped over and falling asleep again. Later, the father told me it freaked him out to see me in a wheelchair and not moving. He said the nurse told him that “the drugs hit her pretty hard,” and left it at that. He put me in the car and we drove home. I slept the whole way….
I do not regret my abortion, because I believe that it was not the right time for me to have a child. I do not believe I murdered anything, because one cannot murder a soul. I believe that the soul, the life of the child will return to me when it is the right time. The same night, I wrote a letter to him (I know my child would have been a boy) explaining why I did what I did and asked for him to forgive me. That night I dreamt of my future son, who told me one day I’ll be his mum, and a good one at that. One day.”
