It was because of graphic pictures of aborted babies that I am pro-life today.
I had been baptised in 1998 and was in confirmation class (at age 23) when my RCIA/Confirmation teacher wanted me to go to the Pro-Life March in Washinton D.C. in January of 1999. A product of public school Planned Parenthood-run “sex ed”, I shrugged and told her, “I’m pro-Choice. It’s up to a woman to decide. Besides, it’s not a baby at that point: it’s just a blob of flesh.”
She sent me anyway.
Within five minutes of my arrial I was transformed into a 100% staunch, passionate, very-angry-at-having-been-lied-to-all-this-time PRO LIFER. Why? Because I saw pictures of aborted babies on the signs weilded by pro-lifers as we gathered up before the march.
There’s something mighty powerful about seeing a whole baby, complete with hair and fingernails and little eyes, that proves to a woman that it IS a baby and NOT a “blob of flesh.” And sometimes graphic pictures are the only things that work.