"You’re in the wrong town”. Such was one
of the shout outs from passers by as we did our fifth Silent No
More in the middle of midtown Manhattan on 6th Avenue
and 49th Street on September 18th.
Thanks to the hard work of our coordinator, Colleen Barry, and
Janet Morana of Priests for Life, we once again managed to bring
our message into the streets of Manhattan to literally hundreds
of ears in a short span of time.
I have been involved in Silent No More
from its beginnings and have participated before the Supreme
Court after the January, March for Life in Washington, DC. I
have been doing post abortion work for over fifteen years, and
have given my witness at countless venues; churches, schools,
college campuses, you name it. But no matter how many places I
have spoken, or how much hostility has come my way, witnessing
on the streets of Manhattan, the capital of the world, is always
a unique experience.
Days before we venture out, I find
myself thinking of a million excuses as to why I can not go.
Gitters never fail to form in my stomach the morning of the
event, and as I have told many people I know, I actually have to
do violence to myself to get there.
There is something about standing on the
streets of New York City in the middle of a lunch hour with
literally hundreds and hundreds of people walking by, while
holding a sign that says “I Regret My Abortion”.
In a town where people are rushing
around and everyone seems to be a stranger, many stop, as we
grab their attention and share our most intimate sin. People
look in shock, some nodding their heads as we speak of our
sorrow and thanking us, others tell us to “shut up” or “mind
your own business.” I have heard people make phone calls telling
others, “You are not going to believe what is going on down
here”, and I have seen those shedding a tear because we remind
them of their own abortion pain or the pain of someone they
It is both intense and humbling.
I may never figure out why exactly it is
that I hate doing Silent No More in New York so much, but it
really does not matter. All that matters is that I continue to
go in spite of myself so the message gets out there that
abortion hurts women and men, that God heals, and there is hope
and healing after abortion. In my opinion New York City is just
the “right town” to do this.
Lumina/Hope & Healing After Abortion