Two weeks ago, while sidewalk counselling outside of Las Vegas’s largest all-trimester abortuary, I watched a woman climb out of her car with what appeared to be a third-trimester baby bump.
“Please don’t do this, your child’s heart is beating!” I yelled. “Whatever your reason is, I am here to help! I’ll pay your rent! Whatever you need!”
I pleaded and pleaded, yet no matter how much I pleaded, no matter how hard I prayed, it didn’t stop her from ignoring me, walking through the doors of the abortuary, and murdering her child. Hours later, she emerged, physically and emotionally shattered. Her legs shook as tears ran down her face. She struggled to stand, let alone walk, and her baby bump…. gone. I witnessed a murder that day. Actually, I witnessed 30 murders that day. So much for a “gentler” approach.