03-29-12
Today we went to Tennessee State University and after that to two high schools. At TSU, I manned the table as usual and the usual things happened. Young women came prancing up to the table as if we were handing out candy and looked at the little models of the babies. “Is that what a baby really looks like when it’s twelve weeks?” They would ask, holding the twelve week model up to my face. “Yeah! By the time the baby is this big, she has a heartbeat, brainwaves, fingerprints. She’s just a tiny person!” The usual questions came, “Can you actually abort a baby at thirty weeks?” It always hurts me when I have to answer this question. “Yes, it’s legal to kill a child through all nine months of pregnancy.” There, I said it.
Today we went to Tennessee State University and after that to two high schools. At TSU, I manned the table as usual and the usual things happened. Young women came prancing up to the table as if we were handing out candy and looked at the little models of the babies. “Is that what a baby really looks like when it’s twelve weeks?” They would ask, holding the twelve week model up to my face. “Yeah! By the time the baby is this big, she has a heartbeat, brainwaves, fingerprints. She’s just a tiny person!” The usual questions came, “Can you actually abort a baby at thirty weeks?” It always hurts me when I have to answer this question. “Yes, it’s legal to kill a child through all nine months of pregnancy.” There, I said it.
Usually when we go to high schools, students are pretty responsive, but at Martin Luther King Jr. Magnet Pearl High School, the students there were extremely arrogant! One student approached, confident she would stump me. “I’m pro-choice, and I know that you will never change my mind. It’s just a fetus, it’s not alive.” I explained to her when a baby has a heartbeat, brain waves, etc., but then her accomplice came out to defend her friend, “Well, what if the woman is raped? Should that girl go through nine months of pregnancy with a rapist’s child?” I answered her as I have many people before, “Should that child be punished for the crime of the father?”
“It’s not a child, it’s a fetus.”
“You yourself just said that it was a child.” The first girl saw that her friend made a slight mistake on their part and chimed in, “Okay, if there was an infant and a fetus in the middle of the road, which would you save from the car coming straight towards them?”
“Both.”
“Well if you could save only one, which one would you save?” Another student that had been listening chimed in, “What kind of question is that? It’s like you’re asking her whether she would shoot her mom or dad.” He did have a point, so the young pro-abortionist in training turned against him, “You men have no say in this.” The young man looked quite appalled. I turned to her, “Men are as involved as women are! They are half of that child growing inside the womb.” She just laughed as if I had said a funny joke, but the young man beamed with excitement that I was defending him. The girl saw she was getting nowhere and instead of trying to talk with me any longer, she turned around and yelled, “Whoever is pro-choice, come with me!”
“What do you mean pro-choice?” another kid in the small crowd asked.
“If you are against what they are doing.”
I pointed to the graphic sign, “This is the choice that she is supporting.” They all stepped a good three feet from the girl, “Heck no! Why would you support that?” The young girl just pranced away with her accomplice.
I stood there talking with students a while later then I locked my elbow right when a young man came and kicked my sign. It jammed my shoulder back, but I felt okay. A security officer was standing there when it happened and pulled the guy aside. After she talked to him, she came up to me, “How old are you?”
“Eighteen ma’am”
“Do you want to press charges against the young man who kicked your sign?” I saw no damage done to the sign, so I said that if he came over and apologized for kicking my sign, I would not press any charges. She raised her eyebrows in surprise, “Are you sure?”
“Yes!” So she left and brought the young man back.
“This is Ken and he has something to say to you.”
“I’m soooo sorry for kicking your sign, I don’t know what I was thinking.” He apologized a few more times.
“Ken, I forgive you one hundred percent.” Then we shook hands and he left with the security lady.
It is now about three days after that had happened and my shoulder and collarbone have started to hurt. I’m not sure what exactly happened, but it may have been caused by me locking my elbow before I was kicked. No matter how much pain I am in, I am determined to do God’s will. I will offer up all of my suffering for the little babies in the womb that do not have a voice and who may or may not die from abortion.
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