i want to preface this blog by saying that what you’re about to read isn’t pretty and it’s the kind of thing that most people never ever want to have to know. it’s one of those secrets that you wish would just stay a secret, but it can’t stay hidden because so much more is on the line here than how meat is made in a factory. this is a human life. this is something that could happen to a human life.
i want to start off which a chilling fact that won’t make sense until you read:
i also want whoever is reading this to understand one thing before you continue–before you get mad and roll your eyes at the “political drive” behind this blog, i want you to get this. in no way am i trying to convince you to vote for a certain party or policy, because a human life is so much more than a policy. i understand that most of are neither pro-life nor pro-abortion. you probably don’t care, and i get it but i hope you read this, i hope it sends chills all over your body, and i hope you care.
this is an email sent to me by live-action. you can google them to find out what they’re all about and i don’t want to put any more of my own words here because valerie’s story is too horrifying not to share. so all i can really say is-just read, and i hope it changes something in you.
WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT
DISCLAIMER: ALL CONTENT BELONGS TO LIVE ACTION
I was 26 weeks pregnant with my first child when I walked into an abortion facility… But I wasn’t there to have an abortion. I was there as part of a Live-Action investigation of the nation’s most notorious late-term abortion facilities.
My heart was racing. At this stage in the pregnancy, I was definitely showing…which was fortunate, because my baby bump helped conceal the hidden camera tucked away under my shirt.
I’m sharing my story with you today because all throughout this year, abortion advocates have launched a full-scale campaign to legalize the killing of preborn babies up until the moment of birth
Let me start from the beginning…A few months after my husband and I found out I was pregnant, I received a call from a friend I met while volunteering at a local crisis pregnancy center.
She asked me if I heard of the group Live Action and their investigations of Planned Parenthood and the abortion industry. I said that I was a big fan of their work.
“They need a woman who is pregnant to go undercover for their next investigation,” she said. “Would you be interested?”
I am passionately pro-life, and believe the only way to end the killing of preborn babies is by exposing the evil of abortion. I told my friend I would be honored to be involved in their next investigation.
So, she put me in touch with the investigative team at Live Action, and they began to prepare me to go undercover. They explained that this investigation was going to infiltrate the nation’s most notorious late-term abortion facilities…to show just how inhuman and cruel abortion really is.
For weeks, the Live-Action team and I worked on creating a cover story. We role-played and practiced so I would be prepared for any situation.
“You don’t want to ask any misleading questions,” one of my trainers told me. “We’re not trying to trick anyone into saying something extreme.”
“After all,” she said, “the truth is horrible enough.”
After a few weeks of training, I was finally ready to go undercover. We made our way out to Nebraska where I would meet with one of the most infamous late-term abortionists in the world: LeRoy Carhart. Carhart boasts the fact that he is one of the only abortionists in America willing to kill preborn babies in the third trimester. He has killed thousands of fully-developed babies, making as much as $7,000-$10,000 per abortion.
As our car pulled up to Carhart’s abortion center, my stomach was in knots. I said a quick prayer for strength and then walked into the abortion facility. Right away I saw that they had a metal detector at the entrance, and my heart sank. Surely the hidden camera under my shirt will set it off! I walked through, and the metal detector beeped like crazy. “This is it,” I thought… “They’re going to find my camera and call the police.”
Luckily, they didn’t search me. They just waved me through the entrance and into the waiting room. I breathed a huge sigh of relief. The waiting room was filthy. There were stains on the chairs and carpet…and the walls looked dingy and caked with grime. There was one other woman sitting in the waiting room. She kept her head down, avoiding eye contact with everyone. Planned Parenthood says that abortion “empowers” women. But this woman didn’t look empowered…she looked painfully alone and afraid.
So, I waited until the nurse called my name. I followed her into an examination room, which was just as filthy and worn down as the waiting room. I proceeded to give the nurse my cover story I had practiced with the Live-Action investigators. I told her that my boyfriend had just left me, and I was too afraid to raise the baby on my own. I decided abortion was my only way out. Even though I knew it wasn’t true, it was still so painful saying those words. I loved my baby! I would never want to hurt her! The nurse seemed to accept my story and then proceeded to give me an ultrasound to determine how old my baby girl was.
“This is my favorite part,” she said. “I love being able to see the…” She was about to say “baby” but then stopped herself. “Pregnancy,” she finally finished. “I like to see the pregnancy.”
Once she finished the ultrasound, I told the nurse that I still have concerns, and I was hoping to speak with the abortionist before I went through with the procedure. She left, and a few minutes later, LeRoy Carhart walked in the door. The moment I saw him, I felt a chill run up my spine. Here was a man who made a fortune killing babies just like the precious child growing inside of me at that moment. I asked Carhart to describe the abortion procedure to me, leaving nothing out.
In cold, unfeeling tones, Carhart described how he would begin by sticking a large needle directly into my stomach. He would try to jab the baby in either her heart or her head and inject a lethal dose of a chemical called digoxin. The digoxin would then cause my baby to have a heart attack and die.
“Is there any chance the baby could survive?” I asked.
His reply left me cold: “I’d have better luck standing in front of a train and getting hit and surviving than the baby will.” I felt sick. He was talking about killing MY baby!
Carhart continued to explain that my dead baby would remain inside me for 3 days while her body breaks down. He said that the baby would become “mushy…like meat in a Crock Pot.” Almost instinctively, I went to place my hands on my stomach, as if to protect my baby. But I fought the urge, and kept my hands to my side. I couldn’t raise his suspicions. Carhart continued to explain that he would induce labor after three days, and I would give birth to my dead baby. If the dead child were not delivered completely, Carhart told me he would remove the baby “in pieces,” using, he joked, “a pickaxe, a drill bit.”
As he finished describing the horrible ways he would kill my baby if he had the chance, Carhart seemed to try to justify his actions to me. He told me that having an abortion will be a positive thing in my life…that it will make me “work harder for the things that are important…out of respect and love and honor for this baby that you’ve lost.” I wanted to be sick. How dare he talk about respecting and honoring my child when he just callously described how he was going to kill her!
At that point, I decided to wrap up the conversation. I had to get out of this dirty, dark place. I set up a return appointment that I had no intention of keeping, and then left the abortion facility. As I drove away, I realized for the first time just how rapidly my heart was beating. It wasn’t until we were miles away that I was able to breathe easy again. And as I left, I was filled with determination to show the world what I had just witnessed. If every American could see what I saw, and hear what I heard…they would never be able to look at abortion the same way.
If we could just show people the cold, inhuman way abortionists talk about killing innocent children… if people could just see with their own eyes the violence being inflicted on these poor babies every day… if people could understand that no woman or girl walks into an abortion facility because they feel “empowered,” but rather that they feel powerless… it would change the world!
Far too many people are sitting on the sidelines in this battle. The truth is, most people don’t fit in either the “pro-life” or “pro-abortion” camp. Most people just want to remain neutral. But no one can look evil in the eye and remain on the sidelines. Once you see what abortion really does…the way it violently rips the bond between mother and child…there’s no going back.
Especially now, as abortion advocates nationwide are seeking to enact the most extreme pro-abortion agenda possible, there has never been a more important time to expose the cruelty of abortion. When I look at my precious little girl and think of what Carhart wanted to do to her before she was born…I still get that chill up my spine.
My heart breaks for the thousands of children Carhart has killed. And I know you feel the same way. My heart breaks for the mothers who were kept in the dark by abortionists like Carhart and won’t feel the same love and joy of motherhood that I do.
You and I can end the killing. We can save lives. We can spare hundreds of thousands of people the heartbreak that millions of post-abortive women, men, and families have endured.
Thank you for taking the time to read my story.
Yours Truly, Valerie
i won’t add anything to this, i just want you to sit and ponder what you just read. i hope it broke your heart as much as it broke mine, and i want to leave you with this one thought: if this broke your heart, can you imagine how much it shatters God’s?
IMPORTANT: i want to make one thing very clear- leroy carhart is not too far from grace. if you have had an abortion, you are not too far from grace. if you have committed an abortion, you are not far from grace. if you are perfectly pro-life, i want to remind you that you are no better than these people. sin is sin is sin in the eyes of God, and He went to the grave and back for all of it. there is no such thing as too far gone, there is a Savior who is for you. i’m linking some ministries that are for you. you are not too far from grace, you never were and you never will be.