In the middle of high school, I began to spend Thursdays throughout summer on Webster Street in Fort Wayne, IN. Good friend and stalwart defender of life Pam Durdahl called Thursday “the best and worst day of the week.” It was the best because you were with like-minded people—indeed, this is where I met Aubrie! But, what brought us all together is why it was the worst: This was the day each week when Ulrich Klopfer would come to town to kill babies. Details continue to be released in the horrific discovery this month that Klopfer stored babies’ bodies in the garage at his Illinois residence. But one note which grabbed my attention is that these babies died in the years of 2000-2002, the latter half of my high school days. All of these babies came from Indiana. And now we know some of them died in Fort Wayne, meaning while I was on that sidewalk, Klopfer was killing babies and taking them home. It seems it was not enough for him to violate the victims once. I didn’t know the...
"Pro-choice" rhetoric leads to some dangerous places. When the preborn is disqualified from personhood because of her lack of self-awareness, intellectual honesty requires us to also disqualify newborns. Princeton professor Peter Singer knows this (check out this article by Scott Klusendorf ). And so does the young man in this video. Does the logical conclusion of this view terrify anyone else?
“If you have any scientific questions about this, please ask me!” While I was holding a microphone and had been taking questions from the crowd of students spread across the commons at University of Akron, I was not the one who had made this appeal. Rather, it had been a pink-clad woman proudly bearing the vest of a “clinic escort”—signifying that she works outside abortion facilities to quickly escort women past pro-life men and women offering counsel on the sidewalks. When no student responded, I raised my microphone and said, “I have a question.” Madonna, the clinic escort, turned to me expectantly. “What is a zygote inside a mother?” She replied, “A one-celled embryo.” When I pressed her to tell me what kind of one-celled being, she asked what kind of being the mother was. Even after I clarified that I was talking about humans—which I thought had been implicit—she continued to dance around the simple truths of embryology. Nevertheless, her clarifying question provide...
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