I don’t sleep much any more. Since I committed my life to ending abortion, not a minute goes by that I don’t think about the suffering and death that has been thrust upon the most innocent and vulnerable among us by America’s abortion industry. A vivid imagination can be both a blessing and a curse. While occasionally I’ll write a piece that I’m particularly pleased with, much more often my imagination brings me images of the bloody business of killing our children. I imagine what a late-term baby must feel as it has its first encounter with another human being, as that human being is in the process of killing it. I imagine the excruciatingly painful death a late-term baby endures as it dies from a toxic saline abortion. I imagine the feeling of hopelessness and despair a young mother has as she prepares to have her baby killed. I’m not big on public displays of emotion, but I must confess that I cry almost daily in my quest to make a difference. On the evening of October 26 last year I was preparing to write another letter to Planned Parenthood. I was feeling blocked, so I closed my eyes, and the words came pouring out. The following letter was written in about 10 minutes.
Planned Parenthood Federation of America
1110 Vermont Ave. NW
Washington, D.C. 20005
Attn: Cecile Richards
October 26, 2014
Some days it’s harder than others to come up with 500 words or so in my quest to end abortion. When I feel blocked, all I have to do is close my eyes and picture a typical day at a Planned Parenthood clinic. I close my eyes and my ears open up to the silent screams of your tiny victims. I see the horrible visions that your abortionists will never be able to erase from their memories. I see the frozen expressions of agony on the faces of the innocent children you killed; their lifeless faces staring into the abyss of your inhumanity.
Ms. Richards, whenever I think I’m at a loss for words, all I have to do is think about you. Behind your veneer as an intelligent, articulate woman there must lie the heart of a cold-blooded killer. How else could you run an organization that kills hundreds of thousands of unborn children every year; all for nothing other than financial gain? When your tenure at Planned Parenthood comes to an end you will walk away with the blood of millions of dead children on your hands. You’ll leave a legacy of death that is unrivaled in the history of man. I wish you no harm, but I have to think there is a special place in hell for unrepentant child killers, and their enablers.
When you run an organization that is the leading cause of death for unborn children in America you have a problem, and so does our society. The citizens of a country that allows its unborn children to be summarily executed are just as guilty as the abortionists that perform the executions. You kill them, but without the demand for your services you would be unemployed.
Ms. Richards, the culture of death that is enveloping America is on your shoulders and every American’s shoulders. You promote and advocate for the killing of unborn children as you kill thousands every week. Americans of good conscience are working to save our children, but far too many are clueless, or worse, oblivious to the slaughter. Killing innocent children is a growth industry in America and the world. For a few hundred dollars each, 3,300 new lives are cut short every day in our country.
Ms. Richards, I am tormented by the vision of thousands of children being killed every day in the country I love. I am thankful beyond words for my children and my 2 grandsons. I mourn the loss of every child that was killed today and my resolve grows stronger every day to save the children doomed to die tomorrow and the next day. Ms. Richards, Planned Parenthood is a doomed venture and a stark reminder that the intentional death of every human being steals a bit of all our souls.
As always, my letters to you are published on my pro-life blog at www.prolifepoppop.com. Take the time to reply and I’ll publish it, unedited.