In all honesty, when I first left Planned Parenthood, I hated the idea of the “rescue” movement. I didn’t see the point. I thought it was a black mark against the pro-life movement.
Then, I started meeting people who had once rescued. I started to see a recurring theme that I hadn’t before. These were normal people; men, women, old, young, White, Black, Hispanic, Priests, Pastors, and Laity. All incredibly different, but all with one goal, and that was to save babies. These people had been convicted to do SOMETHING because nothing was being done. There were no peaceful vigils, very limited sidewalk counseling, and not many laws to guide pro-life activity.
I started to wonder, what if I would have done if I had been pro-life during the rescue movement? Would I have been willing to sacrifice my freedom in order to save babies and take a stand against abortion?
When I became director of the Planned Parenthood clinic in Bryan, my life changed. All of a sudden, I was acutely aware of the responsibility that rested upon my shoulders. At that point, I became the face of that clinic. If something went wrong, it was now on my head. I worked all the time, usually about 70 hours per week. I was addicted to my job, addicted to the responsibility. I carried heavy burdens, but many were self-inflicted. I want to share my heaviest with you.
Every day I would arrive at work and check the schedule. I didn’t do this because I had an enormous amount of employees or because I wanted to micromanage and see who arrived late, nothing like that. I was interested in seeing who was there on that day and to place them in the clinic.
Where would they usually be? Why would that be important? Every day I prepared for someone to come in and harm us. Maybe they would bomb our clinic. Maybe they would shoot us. I didn’t know how it would happen, but I was ready. I wanted to know where my employees would be in the clinic so I could rapidly get them out and keep me in.
I figured that if someone wanted to harm one of us, it would be best to go after me. I was the most responsible for the abortions that happened in that clinic. Surely I would be a good enough sacrifice. That was my burden every day. I was willing to DIE for the sake of abortion.
Thinking back to that time in my life, I am able to see just how selfish that was of me. I had a child. I am a wife, a daughter. How could I have even entertained that thought? Be a martyr for abortion? It was ridiculous. However, at that time, I would have done it without question.
So, would I have been involved in the rescue movement? You bet. I was willing to DIE for abortion when I was pro-choice. It would have been an honor to risk jail time in order to save lives if I would have been pro-life.
Fortunately, I don’t have to worry about that risk. None of us do. We are able to go and peacefully pray outside of abortion clinics whenever we choose. We are able to sidewalk counsel. We can thank the rescue movement for that.
The rescue movement came about like most do, people were frustrated and they wanted to do something, anything. There was no such thing as effective and strategic sidewalk counseling. There were few places where you could go and stand in a “public right of way.”
Abortions were happening and there seemed to be nothing anyone could do about it. How could pro-lifers reach those women? If they stood out on the sidewalks, they would most likely be arrested and they wouldn’t be able to talk to anyone. How can they talk to them inside the clinics? They had to get in those abortion clinics. Yes, it was trespassing. Yes, it was illegal, but so was standing out on the sidewalks in most cases. So, they organized and they went in.
They trespassed, they broke the law, and they were arrested, but they saved thousands of babies. They were not violent. How could they be? They were there to show women the alternative to abortion, the most violent act committed against a child. In fact, during the rescue movement, 75,000 arrests were made, but not a single one of those arrests were made for any violent act.
The rescue movement came, laws were broken, new laws were made, organized sidewalk counseling began to form, and the rescue movement died. The pro-life movement evolved, as it should. The pro-life movement continues to improve.
If we were still doing the same thing from 20 years ago it would result in failure. Ideas change, technology changes, laws change, and people change. If there is one thing we can be sure of it’s that we aren’t able to be sure of anything. This world is constantly evolving similar to this movement. Some things work, some things don’t. The rescue movement worked for the time. That wouldn’t be a viable option today, not in this country.
I am incredibly grateful for those that came before us to risk their freedom to save the lives of children, the most innocent. I wish all pro-lifer advocates had that same courage. I am thankful that they did something and they didn’t just sit around and wait for abortion to resolve itself.
Those people made a difference. They saved lives. I don’t think many of us realize how much we owe to this group of pro-lifers. My life was changed because of an ultrasound and sidewalk counselors. Both parts were equally important in my story.
Without the laws that came about from the rescue movement, those sidewalk counselors probably wouldn’t have been there. And, without those sidewalk counselors, their prayers, and their constant outreach, I couldn’t have crossed that line. It takes all of us fighting this battle, different techniques, different groups, different types of people.
And, even now, many of us are “rescuers.” We just rescue in a different way. We are out on the sidewalks, talking to women moments before they walk into an abortion clinic or maybe we are counselors in a pregnancy center who talk to women after they have a positive pregnancy test or maybe we are hotline operators who counsel young women during a time of crisis.
Yes, rescues still happen, but they happen in a very different way now. Even though the times have changed, we must look back and be thankful for our past and for those dedicated pro-lifers who paved the way for us today.
Kathy Ashmen says
The Lord Jesus directed me to do a painting of him holding aborted babies with tears in his eyes. the painting is finished and I made cards with a prayer on the back. I believe that the Lord Jesus wants to get this in the hands of all the people who are contemplating an abortion. I would like some information on how I can go about distributing them. Do you have a business address that I can send you one? Hope to hear from you soon.
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