I Was Once Offered a Job at an Abortion Clinic

“You would be answering the phone, handling paperwork, and assisting the doctor with some procedures,” the voice on the phone told me.

“Oh, really?” I asked.  “I’m not really certified to be a medical assistant….”

She assured me that that would be no problem.  They would train me—and then I would be able to help with abortions and other procedures.

“WHAT!?!!!” I shrieked.  “You kill babies in your clinic?  You think I would do that?  I would never work there!   You shouldn’t work there, either!”  And I slammed down the receiver.  I was stunned that I had come that close to such manifest evil.

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In later years, I regretted that I hadn’t played along on the call, at least for a while—scheduling a personal interview, meeting the staff, getting a guided tour of the building.   Talking to the abortionist.  But my shocked squeal had betrayed my horror at the sinister “work” that went on there, and I had blown my chance to be welcomed as one of the “treatment professionals”.

How did it happen that I, a pro-life woman, unknowingly applied for work at a killing factory?  Well, I was young and needed money, and I responded to a classified ad in my local newspaper.  The ad was fairly obscure about the job description, if I recall:

WANTED:  Person with some experience in health care field to work in busy clinic.  Will train.

Without any attempt at “truth in advertising,” the nurse’s blasé description of the medical practice had completely blindsided me.

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The story came to mind yesterday when a conversation on my Facebook wall took an unexpected turn.  In that great cocktail party of the airwaves, there was a discussion of a 30-something single mother who had sought an abortion at 23 weeks.   The child had been born alive and the mother—seeing her child for the first time and recognizing its humanity—screamed, futilely begging abortion clinic workers to help save the child or to call 911.

I was shocked, not only by the sad reality of the life lost, but also by the cavalier attitude of some respondents.  “She chose to go for an abortion,” said one reader.  “How is that the workers’ fault?”

Others were equally untouched by the story:

“She knew what she was doing.  To blame the people at the clinic is inappropriate.  She had other children and she had been feeling that baby move for weeks.”

“It is a manipulative story intended to pluck at my heartstrings for a poor baby whose mother wants to blame others for her choice, and promoted by people whose goal is to get me to react on behalf of that baby against people who did not make the decision to end his life.  That makes me angry.”

I’M CONFUSED. 

Does this reader think that the selfish mother is culpable for deciding to abort the baby—but the clinic workers, who actually helped to rip the child from the warmth and safety of the womb, were faultless and should not be criticized?

A closer look revealed that the reader who commented, not a friend who participates regularly in my discussions, has studied Nursing.  Perhaps she imagines herself to be one of those “faultless” abortion clinic nurses, and she’s obscured the Truth in her own mind, in order to excuse her unfortunate career choice.

In any case, she’s quick to give a pass to those in the abortion industry, in the mistaken belief that only the young mother, hopeless and unsure where to turn, is to be blamed.

BY THOSE RULES, “house of horrors” abortionist Kermit Gosnell should be freed immediately.  That dead woman whose life was snuffed out on his operating table:  Now THERE’S a criminal for you.