Friday, April 29, 2011

Pictures Peeve Planned Parenthood Peddlers

I got a call from my sister. She had received word that representatives of Planned Parenthood, the government-funded organization responsible for an untold number of murders of pre-born children, were standing outside the local Whole Foods Market. They were thought to be collecting signatures for a petition.

According to my sister, the management of Whole Foods allegedly repeatedly asked them to leave, going as far as to make multiple calls to the local sheriff's station. The deputies who responded to the call allegedly told the store's management that there was nothing they could do because the Planned Parenthood representatives were on "public property." (The location is actually private property open to the public.)

My sister asked me to go to Whole Foods to see what I could do.

Well, I knew what I couldn't do. I couldn't make them leave. As unconscionable and indefensible as Planned Parenthood's pro-murder operation is, they have the same constitutional rights as any other citizen in the United States. But what I could do was go to the market and try to share the gospel with them.

My youngest daughter, Amanda, went with me.

As Amanda and I pulled into the parking lot, we saw a young woman, probably in her early twenties, standing outside the front doors of the store and holding a clipboard. I parked the car and Amanda and I prayed.

We walked up to the girl and said hello.

Her name was Jenani [sic]. I introduced myself and explained to her that I maintain a YouTube channel and a blog. I asked her if I could interview her about her activity outside the store.

She said that since she worked for Planned Parenthood she could not talk to the media without the permission of the national office.

I told her I understood and asked her if we could have a conversation. She said yes.

I told her that I was "pro-life." I asked her if she could explain to me, in a minute or so, why I should be pro-choice. Her response was the standard "woman's right to choose" and "a woman's control of her own body" argument.

She maintained that the baby in the womb was only a "potential human" until it could survive on it's own. When I explained to her that life saving surgeries are performed on baby's as young as twenty-one weeks, she maintained that while that was true a baby that young was not human if the mother didn't want the baby.

So, according to this employee of Planned Parenthood, human life and viability is determined by the choice of the mother, not by whether or not the baby is actually alive in the womb.

We had talked for several minutes when another young woman, not much older than Jenani, marched out of the store.

"I've been watching you from inside the store!" She barked. "We're trying to do a job, here; so why don't you just leave!"

"Well, if you have the right to exercise your freedom of speech, here, so do I." I answered.

"Well, I'm her supervisor; so I'm going to order her not to talk to you!"

I looked at the supervisor and asked, "Doesn't she have the right to choose?"

The supervisor, getting angrier by the minute, said, "Shouldn't you be in front of a Planned Parenthood holding a big picture of a bloody fetus?"

I paused for a moment, and in a quiet voice, said, "Wow. What a rude, intolerant, and judgmental thing to say. I've never stood in front of a Planned Parenthood (not that that would be wrong)."

I asked Jenani why they were collecting signatures. "We're not." She said. "We're collecting donations. Planned Parenthood has lost $19 million in government funding."

"Good." I thought.

A customer walked out of the store and said to me, "I think I probably agree with you." She then began to speak her mind to Jenani regarding the terrible wrong that is abortion.

Amanda and I stood quietly and listened. Then it dawned on me. I was in a public place where there is no expectation of privacy. And I was under no obligation to adhere to Planned Parenthood's policies regarding "media contact" with their minions.

So, I pulled my camera out of my bag and readied to take a picture of the supervisor. Had you seen her reaction, you would have thought I was about to throw a bucket of water on the Wicked Witch of the West (cue memorable old movie scene).

Although Jenani reacted by trying to hold her clipboard in front of my camera, she was slower than my trigger finger.


"We can't be in the media!" They both yelled.

"This is a public place, so I can take pictures if I choose." I calmly replied.

The two women walked into the store.

Amanda and I stood there for a few minutes when something else dawned on me.

"Amanda, you know what?"

"What?"

"While they're in the store, they're not collecting money for Planned Parenthood."

We both smiled.

"So I think we're just going to stand here for a while." I said.

I looked inside the store and I could see that the supervisor was on the phone--presumably with either the sheriff's department or someone from Planned Parenthood.

A few minutes later, the two women walked out of the store and collected some things they had left lying on the ground. They didn't say a word; and I didn't say anything to them.  They walked into the parking lot, got into a car, and drove away.

While I had hoped to share the gospel with the women, the trip to the Whole Foods Market was not in vain. The manager of the store couldn't get the minions of Molech to leave.  The deputies didn't believe they had the authority to make them leave. And while my intent was not to make the women leave, I'm glad they did. Maybe the result was a little less blood money into the coffers of the greatest enemy to unborn children.