September 20, 2009

This will be somewhat brief, since I am writing from the road.  Yesterday was a very difficult day at American Family Planning.  A Hispanic mother and her boyfriend were at the abortion mill; she was a repeat customer.  Her boyfriend insisted that she really wants to keep her babies, but nobody helps her.  He said that she had called us before and we never responded.  Alicia and I remembered; Alicia had set up a doctor’s appointment for her in Ypsilanti, had driven out to the east end of Michigan avenue to meet her.  She never showed up, did not respond to phone calls.

Meanwhile we had received news that a 4 month old infant rescued from the abortuary had died that morning, smothered in bed by a sleeper who had rolled over on her.

In the course of the morning another boyfriend came out on the sidewalk to explain that his situation was different, that he really had justification for killing the child.  He told me had had just spent 9 years in prison for having sex with a 13 year-old, and that a stipulation of his parole was that he could not be in contact with children.  If his girlfriend were to have this baby, then, he would not be able to continue contact with her.  I was disgusted.  “You want to kill this baby, I told him, so that you can keep having sex with you legal-age girlfriend.” He kind of smiled in a half-aplogetic way.  I wouldn’t talk to him anymore.

But don’t go away.  The sidewalk counselors at Summit stayed on the sidewalk until well after 10:00, having persuaded three mothers to leave the abortuary.  We have already followed up with one, who has twins.