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Graphic Abortion Pictures. Good or Bad?

Fr. Dwight is blamed for linking to a site with graphic abortion photos. And he wonders about their effectiveness. Great post as usual:

A reader of this blog was alarmed because there was a link in one of my posts to the website of an organization that uses graphic photos of the results of abortion. I didn't provide the link on purpose, and indeed, the page I linked to did not have any graphic photographs. The reader went on to read more about the organization and was exposed to photographs of bloody dismembered and disemboweled human fetuses, and I was blamed.
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Renee said...

I think stories of post-abortive women are pretty intense. There was a recent blog entry from Stand-up girl. Not for the faint of heart hearing stories of what it is like to be in the waiting room or lying on the table....


"I laid back on the bed and stared at the butterflies and flowers on the ceiling. Waiting for everything to just be over. The doctor commented on my not making any sounds and I just closed my eyes waiting to get off of the horrible table. I walked down the hallway to the recovery room where other girls were sobbing and doubled over in pain. I didn't want the juice or crackers that the nurses offered me. I just wanted to leave. She told me I could go after changing and I wanted to run out of there. As I was leaving that girl that I had talked to had her blanket up to her nose sobbing her heart out. As I walked past her I reached for her hand and squeezed it. We looked at each other with the look that we had made the biggest decision of our lives and it was never going to be the same again. And it never has been. I still think about all of those girls that were in the clinic with me that day. How are they dealing with it all now? Does it go away or stay with you forever? Do they wonder what life would be with our children? I know I do. I wonder if he/she would have looked like me or the father. I look in his eyes every morning and see our child. A child that I'll never meet. A child that I'll never hold. A child I'll never kiss. But it is a child that I will always love with all my heart and I wish I could bring you back to me. I'm sorry I was weak and selfish. I'll never forgive myself and will always miss you."

Argh.... How can this be an empowering choice?

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