Ken’s Story: I Was Conceived in Rape, Don’t Kill Me in Abortion (call to radio station)

A man named Ken recently called in to a Washington, DC radio talk show discussing the question of abortion after rape. In the midst of a politically charged discussion, his personal story caught the host off guard. Ken explained that he was adopted as an infant, and at age 30, located his birth mother and learned the circumstances of his conception.

“Her story was that she was hit over the head with a baseball bat and was raped at 15. So she went away to Catholic Charities, had me, made the brave decision to keep me — and, well, keep me alive. And then I was adopted and I have three beautiful children now, have been married for 15 years – and I would just like to speak up for those [voice breaks] who have no voice.”

Ken defended both women who are the victims of rape, and their innocent children who are conceived in violence:

“It really eats me up when I hear people talk about rape, because it is horrible. My mother won’t tell me who my father’s name is because he threatened to kill her if she ever said anything. So she has not told me his name, but if I was ever to meet him, the first thing I would probably do is punch him. I think rape is horrible, but what I want to say to women out there is: you can take something that was terribly done to you, and make something good out of it. And that’s, [voice breaks] that’s me.”

At first, the talk show host was stunned, but then he asked questions that unfolded into a nine-minute long segment.

Ken talked about growing up in a loving adoptive home – his parents had just celebrated their 50^th wedding anniversary — and how he shares a relationship with his birth mother, her husband, and their children (his half-siblings). He expressed gratitude for his birth mother’s going through so much to give him life. He admired how she rebuilt her life after her assault, pregnancy, and adoption placement, saying: “That was a hard time in her life. She sacrificed a lot….But she moved on in her life, and she was able to overcome the shame that was put on her.”

He urged listeners to see that children conceived in rape are just as human, just as “real”, as everyone else. “It’s an emotional topic because I just get tired of people treating these unborn children like they’re, like they’re nothing. And they can be born, and they can grow up, and they can have a great life.”

This is a dynamite story. I couldn’t help but post on it since my tagline has dealt with abortion for the past 10 years or so since I had a conversation with a staunch pro-abortion co-worker. She mentioned a “woman’s right to choose.” I told her that half of the babies aborted would have grown up to be women. And I asked “What about their right to chose what to do with their bodies. I also added “What about the boy babies right to chose too.” It stopped her in her tracks. I had actually never thought of it that way either. From that day on she began to soften her abortion views when talking to others. I haven’t seen her in many years. I hope she’s completely changed over to pro-life.

This story gives us just that much more amunition against the baby killers we face today.

Thanks for Posting it.

I have discussions with those who support abortion all the time, and some comments here reminded me of this fictitious letter I read a long time ago, maybe it was even one of those emails we all get that warns you to not forget to forward it to others or else the sky will fall.

Anyway, I decided to saved it to a file on abortion. It is graphic, and painful to read, but I think every woman who desires to abort her child should be forced to read something like this first, because the procedure does hurt, and it does kill a live human who did nothing wrong.

I won't get into all the theological problems with the story of the little girl still crying, because I know that there will be no sadness in heaven, and in fact we will have no remembrance of moments that would bring sadness to us. I thought I might share it on this thread since I just remembered it. Some day I will reformat it to read easier, but it gets the point across just the same.

Dear Mommy,

I am in Heaven now, sitting on Jesus' lap. He loves me and cries with me; for my heart has been broken. I so wanted to be your little girl. I don't quite understand what has happened. I was so excited when I began realizing my chance. I was in a dark, yet comfortable place. I saw I had fingers and toes. I was pretty far along in my developing, yet not near ready to leave my surroundings. I spent most of my time thinking or sleeping. Even from my earliest days, I felt a special bonding between you and me.

Sometimes I heard you crying and I cried with you. Sometimes you would yell or scream, then cry. I heard Daddy yelling back. I was sad, and hoped you would be better soon. I wondered why you cried so much. One day you cried almost all of the day. I hurt for you. I couldn't imagine why you were so unhappy.

That same day, the most horrible thing happened. A very mean monster came into that warm, comfortable place I was in. I was so scared, I began screaming, but you never once tried to help me. Maybe you never heard me. The monster got closer and closer as I was screaming and screaming, "Mommy, Mommy, help me please; Mommy, help me." Complete terror is all I felt. I screamed and screamed until I thought I couldn't anymore. Then the monster started ripping my arm off. It hurt so badly that I could never explain the pain. It didn't stop. Oh, how I begged it to stop. I screamed in horror as it ripped my leg off. Though I was in such complete pain, I was dying.

I knew I would never see your face or hear you say how much you love me. I wanted to make all your tears go away. I had so many plans to make you happy. Now I couldn't; all my dreams were shattered. Though I was in utter pain and horror, I felt the pain of my heart breaking, above all. I wanted more than anything to be your daughter did. No use now, for I was dying a painful death. I could only imagine the terrible things that they had done to you. I wanted to tell you that I love you before I was gone, but I didn't know the words you could understand. And soon, I no longer had the breath to say them; I was dead.

I felt myself rising; I was being carried by a huge angel into a big beautiful place. I was still crying, but the physical pain was gone. The angel took me to Jesus and set me on His lap. He said He loved me, and He was my Father. Then I was happy. I asked Him what the thing was that killed me. He answered, "Abortion”. I am sorry my child for I know how it feels." I don't know what abortion is; I guess that's the name of the monster. I'm writing to say that I love you and to tell you how much I wanted to be your little girl. I tried very hard to live. I wanted to live. I had the will, but I couldn't survive, the monster was too powerful. It sucked my arm and legs off and finally got all of me. It was impossible to live. I just wanted you to know I tried to stay with you. I didn't want to die. Also, Mommy, please watch out for that abortion monster. Mommy, I love you and I would hate for you to go through the kind of pain I did.

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