______________________________________________________________

______________________________________________________________

“It is not civil disobedience, rather it is trespassing,” announced the presumably Pro-life judge on his open statement to a group of about seventy five pro-lifers who had protested at the Planned Parenthood clinic in Providence, RI. The demonstration made the front page of the Providence Journal, and my stepfather, who a demonstrator, asked me to accompany him to court.

The trial had three protagonists: the judge, a clinic supervisor, and a female Pro-lifer who knew the supervisor’s family.

“She has aborted at least once, otherwise the clinic would not employ her. She has a luxury car, expensive attires, but is sad and suffers from insomnia,” declared the Pro-lifer. The mother, a devout Catholic, is so sad about the abortion activities that, in weeping eyes, she constantly implores God, in weeping eyes, for her daughter’s conversion.” I was shocked, because after the supervisor’s testimony, the magistrate boldly ordered “you can return to work.”

“You will be held in contempt of court,” the judge scolded a few times the defendants from all ages and walks of life. “You must keep the peace until the law is changed,” he declared pathetically. I wished to give him a piece of my mind: Your Honor, if Americans had followed your advice America would still be in slavery … The Lord may scold you on your day of reckoning: “you have associated with murderers of My innocent, defenseless children … Go to Hell.”

Each protester was found guilty and fined $100, and the clinic supervisor died later from cancer after receiving the Catholic Last Rites. God had listened to her mother’s prayers!

______________________________________________________________