Dallas, TX - I arrived at the killing site about 07:00 on April 26th, hoping to get there before the early arrivers. The parking lot had quite a few cars in it already, most of which I hoped were the killers cars so that I would not have missed an opportunity to give a young woman some second thoughts about what she was about to do. Set my bag and water down and started to pace up and down on the sidewalk holding up various signs to confront the passing cars with the killing taking place inside. None of the signs were pictures. They just had words on them.
A few minutes later a couple priests pulled up and encouraged me. They gave me a couple little cards with their organization name on it and some pro-life literature. I thanked them and they said good job. I told them I was just a repenting sinner.
As victims arrived, I was used a sign that said, “Here is a sign, Let your Baby live”It is almost impossible to communicate with them as they go in for the killing because is it located next to one of Dallas’s busiest highways. Five lanes each way and 2 access road lanes on each side. The noise of the traffic is loud.
Right across the highway is one of those huge beautiful mega-churches. This one is called the King of Glory something or other. Maybe they can’t hear the screams inside the killing clinic over all the noise of the highway because not one of their faithful has been to this side of the highway while I’ve been there on the busy killing Saturday mornings. (I had to deal with the fact that I might be breaking the Sabbath by traveling to this killing site but I have convinced myself it may be a forgivable sin in this case).
I call to the mothers and males to offer help and information about a local Crisis Pregnancy Center. I have a handful of pamphlets from the center and have managed to give less than 5 away in months. I am hoping the sign may do some good if anyone is looking for a sign. Apparently not today as all it helped in doing was raising a few male death-scort middle fingers. The first wave of destitute all got inside safely without this wacko militant pro-life protester causing any visible harm.
Around 08:00 the 2 rosary ladies arrived and started praying on the sidewalk in front of the place. A fellow sidewalk counselor, Tom, also arrived. It was good to have company and someone friendly to commiserate with. The security guard had also arrived around this time and he and the counselor knew each other but hadn’t seen one another in a long time so they had some catching up to do.
The guard is a black off-duty cop who likes to yell his insane philosophy’s to any protestor who will tolerate his madness. I won’t argue with him but he assaulted my ears for a few minutes the previous week till I walked away from him. His main point is that America was built on the back of black slavery and they have not gotten their reparations yet. It has been pointed out to the guard that blacks are currently killing more than half their offspring through abortion and that he is receiving blood money by participating in it. He quotes Scripture to refute these arguments and yells names like hypocrite at Tom over and over and over again in his black preacher style scream as hands and arms are flailing away.
I asked Tom to let him go because of his demonic use of Scripture to defend the killing inside. Tom is tenacious and longsuffering though, and this continues for about 15 or 20 minutes. Tom is holding a small pamphlet picture of slaughtered infants and body parts in front of his chest as he confronts the guard during this exchange. They are face to face just a few inches from one another going at it non-stop. Tom has even wandered off the sidewalk and is about 5 feet inside the clinics private property. That is a big no-no. Normally this mad guard will engage if one foot is over the line or even if you try to hand a pamphlet to a leaving car in the entrance. That would be blocking access according to him. This time it is apparently acceptable though because the guard is educating Tom on why killing babies and ripping women open is ok since there have been so many injustices in the past.
The guard tells Tom that he is actually doing (his) lords work by keeping the peace. The guard has a nice touch of calling Tom “my brother” constantly and resting his hand on Tom’s shoulder as he presses his points. I feel for Tom because the way the guard is yelling in his face he must be getting spit drops all over him. Tom is more soft-spoken and doesn’t spew saliva so much. As the guard gets going it even builds up at the corners of his mouth. Poor Tom.
I decide to continue pacing the sidewalk instead of getting the close-up view of this show. As I march the 200 feet back and forth with my signs, I get the mad horns and fingers and the happy horns and waves, while picking up parts of the current yell fest. It almost takes on a surealness in the early morning light. Maybe mothers aren’t being torn open and infants aren’t being ripped to pieces inside.
More mom’s start arriving. Nope, it’s not just a insane dream. I beg them to come over and get some information or just to leave and keep their baby. No one will talk to me. One teenage or maybe 20 year old looking girl parks real close to the entrance so I get to plead with her to please reconsider. She glanced my way once or twice but she is focused on the entrance and walks off. I held hopes for her leaving at first because of the struggle and pain in her face.
Tom and the guard after many false truces eventually disengage, with the guard retreating to his truck calling names as he backed slowly away, yelling “hy-po-crite” working each syllable intensely. I walked over to Tom to check his war wounds and he tells me the guard actually wants to return to God, but he just likes the money too much right now. Tom holds out high hope that he will some day come around. Tom thanks me for praying for him during the exchange. Tom says he has to go now to get to mass (the 9:15 I guess).
At least the catholics show up. I only know of one protestant who came a few times till some abortive male didn’t like what was said and put him in a headlock almost breaking his neck. He hasn’t been back since when I am there. Maybe the protestants are involved in other Christian activities like attending a prophecy conference where they can debate the finer points of Eschatological Theology. Or maybe they are attending one of those new trendy Christian rock concerts where they can check out the babes in the latest church approved hip huggin, butt crunching, boob lifting and squeezing outerware so they can all hold lifted hands and sway to the too cool worship tunes. Or perhaps they are just inside this place.
I’m not sure what that guard is, but I know he is not catholic. Maybe baptist. After all, Dallas is the buckle of the Bible belt.
It starts warming up as I march back and forth alone except for the guard who is in his nearby air-conditioned truck now with the engine running. No success again today. All mama’s are abortive bound. Disappointment after disappointment.
I start hoping the 10:00 dad and daughter team, Joe and Katie will show up because I don’t want to leave the sidewalk with no presence while moms are still arriving. I only managed an hour nap last night and am starting to fade as the Texas sun climbs higher. I start to think they are not coming today though so I sit on the sidewalk in a little piece of shade next to the entrance, with the signs leaning against my body. When a car pulls in I stand and wait for them to get out so I can do the “please don’t” thing.
At some point my attention is drawn to the parking lot because one of the male death delivery service guys (could-have-been-dads) pulls his car up to the ramp where the people enter and exit the slaughter house. That is a little unusual for someone leaving. They do that sometimes when the male doesn’t want to go in with the mom but is trying to be a real nice guy by dropping her off as close to the door as he can. Many times when the once-to-be-moms are in so much pain that they need help getting back to their car someone will help them hobble slowly and painfully from the building to their car across the parking lot. That is especially hard to endure watching as we are held to the sidewalk and can’t even help the suffering woman. I can’t even imagine what the scene is like inside the death house.
This must be a real thoughtful guy to pull his car up to the door to take her home. Then again … The male disappears behind the building where the door is. Then he appears around the building with a big female attendant dragging a frail broken woman from the killing place to the car. They turned her and started to lower her and then DROPPED her in the passenger seat and she fell backwards across the center console with her head crashing to the driver’s seat area out of my view. Her head may have hit the roof of the car as she fell dead away into the seat. I just saw her fall hard. Then these 2 killing conspirators had a couple aggravated words about something. Maybe he was asking what he was supposed to do with her. The attendant woman made some harsh remark to him and then she picked up the once-a-mom-to-be’s legs that were hanging limp out of the car and dropped them in the floorboard.
I never saw the injured girl moving after that. I was about 40 feet away at the time and the guard was in his truck watching too. The guy got in the drivers seat after pushing her body out of the way some. He did not adjust her at all except by pushing her towards the passenger side with his elbow and arm. The seat was not reclined so her body was falling over on him. He started driving without even getting her into the passenger seat and as he was pulling out of the parking lot he was shoving her over with his arm as he drove.
I was standing on the sidewalk just a few feet away from the car in disbelief and terror holding one hand out to the car. My signs were down because I lower them when people leave so there will not be distraction. ( I don’t see the point of adding pain to the woman at that time either). He pulled right out in front of cars and was straddling lanes almost causing an accident before getting on the highway.
I called 911 and they did not want to send a car but after I argued with them they did. While waiting for the police to arrive I yelled twice at the abortion guard whose window was open now, “Your people used to be oppressed by slavery and now they are oppressed by MURDER and you are part of it.” The poor injured woman was black. He waved his hand as in “get lost” from his truck.
When the cop got there and pulled in the clinic parking lot, he talked with the guard first, who had walked over to the police car. The cop told me to stay on the sidewalk. I told him I was reporting the crime and walked up to his car. I told him what happened and asked him to go in and find out who she was to see if she was going to live. He told me she had just had a medical procedure. Why was I calling the police? I described the manner in which she was handled and her apparent condition. The guard said he saw the whole thing and she was fine. Again, the guard is an off duty cop. The cop refused to investigate and told me to get back on the sidewalk.
I went back to the sidewalk and got my sign which reads “Women under attack; Babies being killed” and stood there displaying it to traffic as I watched the Dallas cop and guard. After they joked and had a few laughs, the cop left. It was about 10:30. I left because I was disgusted, shocked and sick. I made some phone calls at home to see if there was anything else I could do and was told nothing could be done without a video. I asked if there was any way to find out if the girl was OK or not but was told that would be impossible because all the records are sealed due to privacy concerns.
Thousands of cars drive by on that crowded highway that morning and every day. It is bumper to bumper 60 miles an hour during working days. It is extremely busy on weekends too. There are dozens of huge churches within a few miles of the killing site. There are huge flags lining the highway at the businesses on each side. There is a big flag right inside the clinic’s glass doors hanging on the wall. How does liberty look to you now?
Drive on by America. This is what you approve of. You have drunk the wine of idolatry and are drunk on the sacrificed infants blood. Drive on down the road and find some lovey peace-preaching flag worshiping church to tell you about your free pass to heaven and how good you and your country are. You can say a prayer while you are there – that the good old U.S. keeps handing it to those Muslims (who don’t allow legal infant slaughter in their nations). And if you believe those peace-preachers you ought to ask yourself why they aren’t outside those killing places every day of the week.
Drop some cash in their plates so they can find better things to do than defend helpless infants and mothers. Buy some more of their dreamy books, to sit and read to get that squirm out of your seat. Slap your hand to your chest and pledge your heart to the flag of Infant slaughter cause it will keep you safe and free.