As the caesarean incision was made,
before the abortionist broke the water,
I could see the baby moving
underneath the sack of membranes.
My mind exclaimed “My God, that’s a person!”
And when the water was broken
a pain pierced my heart,
like the time when I first assisted in a suction abortion.
And when he delivered the baby,
I couldn’t touch it.
I wasn’t much of an assistant.
I just stood there.
The reality of what was going on
finally began to seep deeply into
my calloused mind and heart.
They took that little baby
that was making little sounds
and moving and kicking,
and set it on a table
in a cold, stainless steel bowl.
And every time I would look over
while we were finishing the surgery,
I would see that little person
kicking and moving
in that cold, stainless steel bowl.
Kicking and moving
less and less
as time went on,
in that cold, stainless steel bowl.
When we were finished I went over to the baby.
I watched as it struggled to take tiny breaths.
Its tiny chest was still moving.
Its tiny heart was still beating.
In that cold, stainless steel bowl.
Then I really hurt inside.
Then I began to realize what abortion really is.
The above was adapted from the extract, which follows the comment below.
Although the author of the testimony presented in the extract below, after assisting at his first suction abortion, recognized that the severed body parts of the victim were those of a person he eventually became desensitized to this reality. It wasn’t until he witnessed the agonized movements of his first non-mutilated aborted baby, as it struggled to survive outside its mother’s life-nourishing womb, that he sufficiently recognized a human person in this rejected, abandoned, defenseless, dying innocent victim. Enough so that he finally came to his senses and recognized what abortion really is.
No matter what type of killing procedure is used – whether it mutilates the victim or not; whether it is perceived as a brutal and barbaric act of violence or not – a life is exterminated. Someone’s future eliminated. A pre-born infant, child, adolescent, adult - a person - is deprived of its very existence in the physical realm.
All of us must come to the realization that all intentional killing of human life is barbaric unless in legitimate defense.
We all must come to sufficiently recognize the human person in everyone who is victimized, rejected, abandoned, and defenseless in the worldwide community. This cannot be accomplished if we do not firstly recognize and protect the most defenseless among us – the unborn.
In a special edition on abortion last year, WND’s monthly Whistleblower magazine profiled several medical doctors who explained why they quit doing abortions. One of them, David Brewer, M.D., who performed abortions for 10 years as a military physician in Ft. Rucher, Ala., described his medical-school abortion training this way:
I can remember … the resident doctor sitting down, putting the tube in, and removing the contents. I saw the bloody material coming down the plastic tube, and it went into a big jar. My job afterwards was to go and undo the jar, and to see what was inside.
I didn’t have any views on abortion; I was in a training program, and this was a brand new experience. I was going to get to see a new procedure and learn. I opened the jar and took the little piece of stockinet stocking and opened that little bag. The resident doctor said, “Now put it on that blue towel and check it out. We want to make sure that we got it all.” I thought, ‘That’ll be exciting – hands-on experience looking at tissue.’ I opened the sock up and put it on the towel, and there were parts of a person in there.
I had taken anatomy. I was a medical student. I knew what I was looking at. There was a little scapula and an arm; I saw some ribs and a chest, and a little tiny head. I saw a piece of a leg, and a tiny hand and an arm and, you know, it was like somebody put a hot poker into me. I had a conscience, and it hurt. Well, I checked it out and there were two arms and two legs and one head and so forth, and I turned and said, “I guess you got it all.” That was a very hard experience for me to go through emotionally.
Here I was with no real convictions, caught in the middle. And so I did what a lot of us do throughout our life. We don’t do anything. I didn’t talk with anybody about it, I didn’t talk with my folks about it, I didn’t think about it. I did nothing. And do you know what happened? I got to see another abortion. That one hurt too. But again I didn’t do anything, and so I kept seeing abortions. Do you know what? It hurt a little bit less every time I saw one.
Then I got to sit down and do an abortion. Well, the first one that I did was kind of hard. It hurt me again like a hot poker. But after a while, it got to where it didn’t hurt. My heart got calloused. I was like a lot of people are today — afraid to stand up. I was afraid to speak up. Or some of us, maybe we aren’t afraid, but we just don’t have our own convictions settled yet.
One particular abortion changed Brewer’s life.
I remember an experience as a resident on a hysterectomy (a late-term abortion delivered by caesarean section). I remember seeing the baby move underneath the sack of membranes as the caesarean incision was made, before the doctor broke the water.
The thought came to me, “My God, that’s a person.” Then he broke the water. And when he broke the water, it was like I had a pain in my heart, just like when I saw the first suction abortion. And then he delivered the baby, and I couldn’t touch it. I wasn’t much of an assistant. I just stood there, and the reality of what was going on finally began to seep into my calloused brain and heart.
They took that little baby that was making little sounds and moving and kicking, and set it on the table in a cold, stainless steel bowl. And every time I would look over while we were repairing the incision in the uterus and finishing the Caesarean, I would see that little person kicking and moving in that bowl. And it kicked and moved less and less, of course, as time went on. I can remember going over and looking at that baby when we were done with the surgery and the baby was still alive. You could see the chest was moving and the heart beating, and the baby would try to take a little breath like that, and it really hurt inside, and it began to educate me as to what abortion really was.
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