No Nest on 73rd Street

The release of video footage of Dr. Deborah Nucatola speaking of harvesting and selling body parts of aborted babies is horrendous. Yet, the yawn in response on the part of many is unsurprising. The video exposure caused me to think, “We’ve shown these kinds of things before. Yet, people have not been shaken.”

The event caused me to dig through my files for a speech I delivered in the 1995 Right to Life Oratory Contest. That speech which was delivered twenty years ago is copied below. It invoked the horror of a particular abortion incident twenty years before that. But, our culture was desensitized in 1975. It was desensitized in 1995. It remains desensitized in 2015. Sadly, bare knowledge of murderous practices and realities does not convict the heart of sin or move the soul to pursue justice.

That is not to say that we should cease from exposing the evil deeds of darkness; we must not cease. But, only the powerful work of the Holy Spirit will turn hearts of stone to hearts of flesh. To this end we must pray until we say as a nation with David of old, “Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O God, O God of my salvation, and my tongue will sing aloud of your righteousness” (Psalm 51:14).

It’s August 6th 1975.  You walk toward the bus stop.  Your neighbors are waiting there.  It’s all so familiar.  All at once you step on something soft.  Even through your shoe you have the sense of something unusual, something marked by a special “give”.  Instinct pulls your foot away in an awkward little movement.  You look down and see a tiny naked body.  A bird you think, fallen from its nest.  But…there is no nest on 73rd Street.  No bird so big.  It is rubber, then…a model…a joke.  Yes, it’s a joke, and you bend to see it.  Because you must, and it is no joke.  It is a baby, and dead.  You cover your mouth, your eyes.  You are fixed.  Horror has found its chink and crawled in, and you will never be the same as you were.  Others come and you hear them speak with strangely altered voices.  “Look,”  they say.  “It’s a baby.”  “Here’s another!”  And another!  Yes, it’s true!  There are more of these…little carcasses upon the street.  Whatever smell there is in this place becomes for you the stench of death.  The people of 73rd Street do not then speak to each other.  It is too soon for outrage, too late blindness.  It is the time of unresisted horror.

Later at the police station, the hospital director explains that fetuses accidentally got mixed up with the hospital rubbish and were picked up by a sanitation truck, fell off the back of the truck and broke open.  It was a freak accident.

But the street of the Dead Fetuses will be wherever you go.

This story is a true one, told by Dr. Richard Belzer.  He said that for the people on 73rd Street it was “too late for blindness, a time of unresisted horror.”  As Dr. James Dobson says, “What must we do to convince our fellow Americans and our political leaders that this practice of killing babies in an evil of unprecedented proportion?  How can we penetrate the defenses of those who know what is occurring and still feel nothing?

It is indeed “too late for blindness” in America and this should be “a time of unresisted horror” in our land because of this great holocaust.

Let’s take a look then…what can be done to open the eyes of our fellow Americans, which would cause them to see this horrible atrocity being committed daily on our land?  If people knew the facts, saw them in a whole new light, perhaps then they would be driven to action with a goal to end abortion in the country.

The statistics of the abortion story alone should cause an uproar.  Consider the fact that 4, 200 beating hearts stop every day in the US as a result of abortion.  This is over one and a half million per year.  And if all of the children sacrificed since 1973 had been allowed to live they would comprise fully 12 percent of our entire population!

Another sickening fact has been the way some laud and glorify abortionists.  Earlier this year, the Colorado State Senate issued a tribute to Dr. Warren Hern of the Boulder Abortion Clinic.  It praised him for his willingness to perform abortions in the last two months of pregnancy.  Nine senators, led by a state senator from Boulder, authored the citation reading, “One of only three physicians to perform late-term abortions, Dr. Hern has been a target of adversity for more than two decades.  We applaud him for his years of personal sacrifice and courage in upholding his personal beliefs.”

Have we really come to the point of thinking of the slaughter of nearly full-term babies as a personal sacrifice and a courageous act worthy of praise?!  The action taken by the state senate of Colorado demonstrates more vividly than ever the desensitization of the American people with regard to the issue of abortion.  As a nation we have become too comfortable with using terms such as, “pro-choice”, and “a women’s right to choose.”  We have conveniently forgotten about the fact that abortion is murder, the taking of life, the shedding of innocent blood.  Too many think those little lives are worthless, like little birds.  But no!  Look again people, think about the facts I have just shared and realize there are no bird nests on 73rd Street.  Wake up to the awful reality of abortion and be horrified.  But don’t stop there.  Together we must take action to see the laws of our land changed.

Some would try and comfort themselves by saying that abortion is in the best interest of the unwanted child, that abortion is indeed compassionate.  However, a study of the word compassion reveals that abortion can in no way be described as an act of compassion.  You see, compassion comes from the Latin words com – “with” and pati – “to suffer,” or “to bear.”  True compassion is to suffer with someone, to bear their burdens, to take their load onto your own back.  In no way, shape, or form does the act of abortion satisfy this definition.  Abortion is portrayed as the easy way out, but aborting a child is not suffering with that child, is not giving any personal sacrifice to see that the needs of the child are met.  Abortion is ultimately an easy way out of responsibility for the mother and father of the unborn child, and ultimately for the general public as well.

If we are to see the horrible sin of abortion ended in our land it is going to take much more than standing on street corners proclaiming the evils of abortion.  Instead, we need to heed Mother Theresa’s words at last year’s National Prayer Breakfast when she said that our main goal should be that “no child will be unwanted, unloved, uncared for, or killed and thrown away.  And we must give until it hurts, with a smile.”

At times it seems as though we are in a losing battle.  But we shall be victorious because the Lord has told us not to lose heart in doing good, for in due time we shall reap if we do not grow weary.  Others may think that we are trying to save little birds, but everyone will one day realize as did those neighbors at the bus stop in 1975 that these little ones are babies!  No, there is no bird’s nest on 73rd Street.