A Letter to an Abortion Collaborator
[The following is a letter written to one of the businesses on the Abortion Collaborator’s list by a local Christian. We are withholding the name of the company pending response. We appreciate Karen B.’s thoughtful letter and pray it will prick the conscience of this company for their participation in the shedding of innocent blood. —ORW Staff]
July 19, 2004
Dear XXX,
My husband and I were the couple who bought the beautiful granite-topped kitchen island you had on display at the Home Show earlier this year. So, we always take note when we see the name of your company.
I confess we were surprised and somewhat shocked to see the XXX name on a list of companies providing services for George Tiller’s abortion business.
Perhaps the best way of sharing our thoughts is to give you a personal example. My husband worked construction before and in the early years of our marriage. One of the buildings he helped build was St. Joseph Hospital/Via Christi on East Harry. As it turns out, 11 of our 12 children were born in that very building (our oldest son was born in the original St. Joseph building a block over, before the new location was built). Numerous times, we have driven past the new facility and proudly told our children, “Dad helped build the building you were born in!”
Since learning of your participation with the abortion clinic, I have found myself wondering if it is possible for you to drive past Tiller’s property where you contributed your talents and craftsmanship and relate to your children the same sense of pride and happiness that we feel when we drive past St. Joe’s. Is it possible to feel the same about providing labor with one’s own hands on a building where children are safely brought into life vs. a building where late-term babies are killed week after week?
Perhaps I am more prone to think these thoughts because my own mother is half-Jewish and grew up under Hitler. Although her immediate family was not discovered, many of her close relatives died in the concentration camps. Again, I have wondered how those who participated in the construction of the camps felt afterwards. Someone designed the gas chambers and the ovens…and others “only” poured the concrete, or ran the wiring, or joined the plumbing. Where does one draw the line?
As further food for thought, I am enclosing an article about how the building trades banded together to stop the building of an abortuary in Austin, Texas. I believe it does make a difference what fruit our labor will provide, as well as what source the money came from. Even the leaders of the synagogue refused to accept the 30 pieces of silver back from Judas, knowing that it was “the price of innocent blood.”
Thank you for considering these thoughts,
Karen B.
Wichita, KS
