Something extraordinary happened last Saturday afternoon when we joined a handful of other folks at Planned Parenthood in Nashville to walk around the block seven times and pray. One of my children alerted me to it afterwards.
On our second lap around the abortion mill, a group of local residents gathered outside their apartment complex to yell, scream and throw ice at us. One of the loudest females began screaming, “They don’t kill babies in there” and other such things. She was accompanied by several children ranging in age from perhaps five to late teens and they began chanting with her.
Once the locals heard that the police had arrived and were lined up right around the block, they scurried back into their homes, with the exception of a few young children, one of whom continued to scream at us as we walked by.
Either this girl had heard things incorrectly, or she had lost track of the chant, because instead of yelling, “They don’t kill babies in there”, she was screaming, “They kill babies!” She persisted long after her mother had disappeared.
I don’t know whether she thought she was supposed to yell at us because we were the baby-killers, or if she was just trying to emulate her mother, but it reminded me of the scene from Schindler’s List where the young German girl is screaming at the Jews who were being herded into the Krakow Ghetto.
I struggled to explain some of these things to the younger third of my children who had never encountered evil in person like this before. I suspect that it will be a much bigger part of their lives than it ever was for most of us.