Afvoeren – waar gaan de lichamen heen?
Where are the bodies?
It’s a question that no one wants to think about.
We live in a culture where children are treated like garbage.
Where do you put a million bodies? (The Netherlands 40 years of abortions.)
Abortion is about people. People whose lives began. People with bodies.
Where do they go after being torn apart, sucked out, poisoned?
Where do their broken bodies go after we end their lives?
“As Monica moved the bag, a torn arm appeared.
It was a boy with a gestational age of at least 6 months (6×4 = 24 weeks), pulled into pieces by the abortionist. We took him and put his broken body on a paper towel.”
And other babies? We flush them down toilets.
Abortion pills at home: do you want your baby to end up in the toilet and in the sewer where rats can gnaw on their bodies? Our home will be a memory. For some a trauma. Our house, our safe castle, and the toilet/bathroom, can now remind us of something nasty.
We put them in garbage bags and waste containers.
We send them to universities to be dissected.
And they flow through the drains under our churches.
Is there anyone who wants to hear it?
Is there anyone who wants to take action?
I spoke to a man who picked up the babies at the clinics. He quit his job because his conscience plagued him – didn’t want to be a part of it anymore. Also spoke to a woman who told how she regularly cleaned an abortion clinic after closing time – all the blood everywhere.
I went to an abortion clinic in New York. On another floor of the building, I was told that the building was sometimes closed for days because the grinder in the sink that grinds the babies had become clogged. And the stench.
What are we doing?
The backpack
What is collected and taken with me in the backpack every week?
In petri dish before dissecting – with permission
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