Abortion Worker Admits Killing For A Living

May 25, 2017

Some things never change because they cannot change; they are part of the human condition. And that holds true even for the most inhumane of behaviors–or perhaps especially so–because those actions so cut against the grain of our deepest instincts.

Each day I dip into the endless stream of pro-abortion posts, most of which make the case that having an abortion is good and women talking about having their abortions is even better. As it happens today the pool to choose from was especially fetid.

But perusing through the posts got me to thinking about a hugely revealing item that ran a few years ago at the now-defunct “The Abortioneers” website (subtitled “The ins and outs and ups and downs of direct service in the field of abortion care”).

The title of the piece was “Working 9-5: How We Talk (or Don’t) about Abortion.”

When the author wrote the piece, likely in the back of her mind was the apprehension that someone like me would comment on her ambivalence bordering on depression at working at an abortion clinic. But she had to address the isolation best captured, perhaps, in her comment that “Only recently have I been able to have conversations with my dad about abortion after years of bitter silence.”

You don’t read a lot of these admissions by abortion insiders. Why? In addition to not wanting to provide ammunition to the enemy (us), it’s very difficult to admit there is (as the author of this piece concedes) a “stigma” to trafficking in the blood of unborn babies (obviously my characterization, not hers).

And if you do normal “mommy things” (as she described it) with the mother of your son’s best friend—whom you like—you are loath to come right out and admit that killing is what you do for a living. After all she may be one of those you-know-who.

One of the very first pieces I ever read about the bottled up turmoil of those who worked in the abortion trade was a piece that appeared in the American Medical News in 1993: “Abortion providers share inner conflicts.”

The story drew on discussions at workshops sponsored by the National Abortion Federation, a kind of death peddlers trade association. I re-read it several times. Here are the operative three paragraphs that catch the core of their “inner conflicts”:

“The notion that the nurses, doctors, counselors and others who work in the abortion field have qualms about the work they do is a well-kept secret.

“But among themselves—at work, or at meetings with other providers—they talk about how they really feel. About women who come in for ‘repeat’ abortions. About women whose reasons for having abortions aren’t ones they consider valid. About their anger toward women who wait until late in their pregnancies to have elective abortions. And about the feelings they have toward the fetus, especially as gestational age increases.

“They wonder if the fetus feels pain. They talk about the soul and where it goes. And about their dreams, in which aborted fetuses stare at them with ancient eyes and perfectly shaped hands and feet, asking, ‘Why? Why did you do this to me?’”

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