We went to UCLA the other day and that was the most apathetic campus I have ever seen. But my article is not about UCLA, it is about the high school that we went to after!
As we arrived at Dolsey High School in Los Angeles, we planned where to place ourselves. Mary Rose and I headed to the front of the school while Brianna and Vince planned to hand out pro-life literature to students driving out or walking that way. Mary Rose and I stood at the corner outside of the school’s auditorium waiting for the students to get out at three o’clock. The clock struck three and no bell went off. We waited, and waited, and waited, until the bell finally rang. We were at the corner ready to hand out tons of literature to students, but no one came out of the building near where we stood. Apparently we were standing in front of the wrong exit!
Down the street, at another exit for the school, tons of students were flooding out and we were missing them! So I folded up my signs discreetly and made my way towards the kids to show them the truth of abortion. I walked over to a piece of sidewalk and planted myself there. I thought that Mary Rose was right behind me, but discovered she was a little further back. At first I thought that I should wait for her, but then realized I would miss a bunch of kids. So I flipped my signs around and showed the truth to every student standing in front of me.
There were screams, there were gasps, and then there were administrators.
I asked the students what they thought about the pictures of abortion, but they just stood there in shock. Then an administrator came up to me and got in my face. She was much shorter than I was, but definitely had a temper.
“You can do this, but you have to be across the street,” she demanded.
“Isn’t this a public sidewalk?” I asked, knowing my legal rights.
“No, this is school property.”
The Survivors are used to this discussion. We frequently have an administrator or teacher trying to get us to move across the street, further away from the students exiting the school. I simply told her that I was not going to move, but then she started to poke my sign with her walkie talkie.
“You. Have. To. Go. Across. The. Street.” She said, sternly poking my sign every time she said a word.
“Please don’t touch my sign,” I said as she poked my sign.
Then the administrator did the UNTHINKABLE! She started chanting, “Abort! Abort! Abortion! Abortion!” I could not believe my ears! She told the students around her, “If you girls get pregnant, abort that child because you will not be able to take care of that child! You can’t do it, you are not capable of that! Abort! Abort!”
WHAT? REALLY? I thought educators were supposed to encourage students, not throw them in the mud! I was really proud of one girl who yelled her response, “Not abortion, ADOPTION!” She stood up to this authority figure who was telling her that she would “not be able to take care of a child.” She was a young woman who understood what was going on.
Then another administrator came up and got in my face, “You are going to have to move across the street because you are blocking foot traffic and you are blocking kids from getting on the bus.” I looked around. There were no students walking by me, and no bus nearby! And I told her so.
“There is no bus here and there are no students stuck. They are perfectly fine. But I can move down the sidewalk a little bit if you would like me to.”
“No you have to move across the street,” I was told again.
“Well, this is a public sidewalk so I don’t have to.”
“No, this is still school property. You have to move across the street. You can harass our students over there.” Harass? Obviously she was not going to change her mind, but I wasn’t going to either.
“No, this is a public sidewalk and I am going to stay here.”
“Alright, school police is on the way and they will escort you.” I knew that the police could not do anything about it, so I told her that it was alright for her to call them.
A cop came up to the administrators and he just waved them off and told them that I was fine. The administrators tried to take literature away from the students, but the students held their literature away from the administrators so that they would not be able to snatch it. The administrators even told students not to take the literature, which made them want to take it more!
Who knows? Maybe those students will save a life with that literature! Maybe they will become part of the revolutionary generation that abolishes abortion! I am thankful I had the opportunity to blow the mask off of the sick abortion industry and enlighten those students. Being a Survivor means that I know my rights and courageously use them to show the truth about abortion every chance I get.
