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It's a Baby!

By Angela Wittman

Dear Friends,

Have you heard the lie that when a woman is in the early stages of pregnancy the baby she is carrying is not viable, and is nothing more than a blood clot or a clump of cells? This is the picture those who profit from the murder of children while in the womb try to paint. They do this to dehumanize the child, and to deceive the ignorant into thinking they are not performing a heinous crime, but a necessary “procedure” on behalf of poor, helpless women.

My prayer is to help shine light on this darkness, which is destroying our nation.

I often see fathers and mothers drive into Planned Parenthood staring straight ahead as though we are not visible to them while standing on the sidewalk with our literature and signs. They often avert their eyes in an effort to avoid seeing the pictures of an aborted baby, which has been torn apart, and to also not make eye contact with us, as we are a witness to the murder of their child. I also see women covering their eyes with their hands, as they try to avoid seeing the humanity of the child. Praise the LORD; I have seen women change their minds from having their child destroyed after viewing the graphic pictures. They cannot escape the truth that it is not a glob of tissue they have conceived – it’s a baby.

Please do not be deceived into thinking that those who perform the abortion, or those who help them are unaware that they are killing a child. They know perfectly well what they are doing. Please read these excerpts from those who have seen first hand the slaughter taking place inside an abortion clinic:

"It was easy to shrug off an aborted pregnancy as nothing more than a sack of blood and globs of tissue-as many pro-choice activists did- if one never saw fetal remains, or products of conception (POC) as they were known in medical circles. But the nurses, medical assistants, and doctors who worked inside procedure rooms...knew that an eleven-week-old POC harbored tiny arms and legs and feet with toes. At twelve weeks, those tiny hands had tiny nails. Although the fetal head was too small at this stage to withstand the evacuation machine's suction, pieces of face-a nose and mouth, or a black eye...were sometimes found in the aftermath...Later abortions spawned even more gruesome fetal remains...the head did not come out whole during the evacuation, but the legs and arms and rib cage made it through intact. The hand of a second trimester fetus, as a Pre-term doctor described it, seemed big enough to shake.

"The counselor/medical assistants (CMAs) met regularly to discuss their feelings about their work...Inside a procedure room, facing the contents of the uterus, there was no denying what abortion was.

"During the procedure, Doris [Merrill] would offer her hand for the patient to squeeze, or if the abortion were particularly painful, a notepad for the patient to bite...Doris knew what [Dr. Waldo Fielding] was doing at the end of the examination table as he poured over the legs and ribs and hands, but she chose not to look. It wasn't that Doris ignored the truth, but rather that her commitment was to the woman, not the fetus... Waldo removed from the glass jar cheesecloth sack which caught the fetal parts, dumping the parts into a basin at the end of the table, between [the patient's] feet. Two legs, two arms, two fists, a skull, a backbone, a placenta. 'We've got it' he announced." (1)

"Sometimes we lied. A girl might ask what her baby was like at a certain point in the pregnancy: Was it a baby yet? Even as early as 12 weeks a baby is totally formed, he has fingerprints, turns his head, fans his toes, and feels pain. But we would say 'It's not a baby yet. It's just tissue, like a clot.'"(2)

"It's just—I mean it looks like a baby. It looks like a baby. And especially if you get one that comes out, that's not piecemeal. And you know, I saw this one, and it had its fingers in its makes me really sad that that had to happen, you know, but it doesn't change my mind. It's just hard. And it makes me just sort of stop and feel sad about it, the whole necessity of it. And also.... it’s very warm when it comes into the sterile room because it's been in the mother's stomach. It feels like flesh, you know..."

"It's going to be weird now because you're going to see the sono. You're going to see the heart beating-little hearts, you know-and then, all of a sudden, you're going to put his cardiac medicine in it to make it stop—to kill it. So you're going to see the exact moment when you kill the fetus. I won't kill it, the doctor will kill it...and, I mean, it might be more humane...[if] the fetuses do feel something, why not kill it, you know, fast, [rather] than rip its leg off?"

"I feel some sadness [about abortions] and I think part of the problem is that we don't talk about that...we don't talk about it as much as we think about it...somehow your pro-choice stance is compromised by saying the word 'baby.'...We don't allow ourselves to say or think that word...."

"At nine start seeing fetal parts. And by the second trimester it's, you know, it's a baby, and by eighteen weeks it's definitely a baby. And by like, you know, twenty-two weeks, you go in and you watch someone do a sonogram, and you're like, "Oh my." There it is just moving, moving around. And it's really hard because I always thought of abortion in terms of just the woman, just her body."(3)

Dear friends, let’s not be deceived into thinking abortion is a procedure to remove an unwanted glob of tissue, blood clot or a clump of cells. It is the willful act of killing an unwanted human being. Isn’t it time we prosecuted the murderers? After all, it’s a baby.


1. Caught in the Crossfire: A Year on Abortion's Front Line, by Sue Hertz

2. Kathy Sparks [as] told in "The Conversion of Kathy Sparks," Gloria Williamson, Christian Herald Jan 1986 p 28

3. Abortion at Work: Ideology and Practice in a Feminist Clinic by Wendy Simonds. New Brunswick: Rutgers University Press, 1996

These quotes, and others were compiled by Sarah Terzo, and can be found at:


  1. I worked as a diener five years in the anatomy laboratory of Michigan State University. I embalmed the fetuses of the spontaneous abortions from Sparrow Hospital. All ages looked like little humans.
    The point I wish to make is we have already judged fatherhood by the DNA in many court cases. All fathers have a child! I believe God puts the soul in the new living diploid cell at the same time as the DNA per Psalm 51. The soul is what makes humans different from other organisms. The loss of the soul is called death, and if it is maliciously caused, God calls it a murder, Deut. 5:17.
    I believe one of the reasons for failure to stop the murders is the Bible scholars, both Christians and Jews, lack of publicly standing up for the whole knowledge of Gen. 2:7.

  2. We read in Luke at the entry of Mary into Zacharia's house that Elizabeth greeted Mary with the statement: ".... That the mother of my LORD....". In my logic, God is clearly saying Mary is pregnant with another human being. Didn't God decree organisms were to reproduce after their own kind?


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