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New York’s Crisis Pregnancy Centers Under Fire

This story has been building for some time. The National Abortion Rights Action League (NARAL) has targeted New York City’s Crisis Pregnancy Centers for unfair harassment. Saying that the centers lie to women and try to trick the into thinking they are abortion centers, they have proposed a law requiring the centers to post a long list of disclaimers saying that they do not provide abortion or contraceptives, and stating whether or not a physician is on the premises, on the front of their buildings, in their offices and in all their ads. If they don’t, they face shutting down of the centers, stiff fines and even imprisonment. Of course, Planned Parenthood and other other abortion centers are not required to publish any disclaimers at all.

No woman who has been treated at a CPC in New York City has ever filed a complaint or a lawsuit against the single Crisis Pregnancy center there. The only people complaining are the abortionists, who find the centers are eating into their business. The attack on the centers is part of a national effort by pro-abortion forces to attack pregnancy care centers; laws similar to the one in New York have been proposed in several states and actually enacted in Maryland.

This is not an especially good time for abortion providers to make their move. In the last few days, the city has been up in arms over the just-published data from the New York City Department of Vital Statistics on the numbers of abortion in the city in the last decade. In 2005, the year in which the numbers are lowest, New York had over 117,000 abortions, meaning that 41% of pregnancies in the city ended in abortion. For black women, it was 60% of all pregnancies. The numbers for the remaining years are all higher.

Most Planned Parenthood and other abortion centers are in minority neighborhoods.

Pro-lifers, especially African-Americans, are raising cries about black genocide. This is little surprise in regard to Planned Parenthood, whose founder, Margaret Sanger, was an ardent supporters of eugenics, a popular movement in the 30’s and 40’s, which suggested fewer children should be born to the “unfit,” including non-white races.

On Wednesday, Archbishop Dolan of New York said: “This is the first time in my happy 21 months as a New Yorker that I am embarrassed to be one. This New York community, which prides itself on its gritty sensitivity to those in need, is tragically letting down the tiniest most fragile and vulnerable, the little baby in the womb. We’ve got to do more than shiver over these chilling statistics. I invite all to come together to make abortion rare.”

A coalition has been formed to fight this law, and a petition to stop the law from passing has been set up. People not only in New York but around the country are signing.

Anyone who cares about crisis pregnancy centers needs to sign the petition, and attend the rally on Monday January 10 at 7 p.m. at the Manhattan Bible Church, where Alveda King, niece of Martin Luther King, and other pro-life leaders will be speaking.

See the ongoing coverage on Dr. Gerard Nadal’s blog, especially his hard-hitting interview with black pastor Clenard Childress, featured in the documentary Maafa 21, and how Margaret Sanger, Planned Parenthood, and the eugenics movement have sought to reduce or wipe out the black race since their beginning. Here is the trailer for this excellent documentary

Update: January 11, 2011. The rally last night was fabulous. Many black pastors spoke, as well as activitists from all over, including Dr. Gerard Nadal (who I met for the first time last night, after knowing him online for months) and Chris Slattery, the great defenders of pregnancy care centers in New York. I was only able to take a quick cell phone video of Alveda King’s speech.

Another Anniversary

Another 9/11 anniversary, another controversy. Thank goodness, the idea of burning Korans has been scrapped. People are quarreling over building a mosque at the Ground Zero site. No memorial as yet. When will it ever end? Nine years ago. . .

Here is a piece I wrote on the fifth anniversary of the attacks. Everything I wrote in it expresses what I feel today.

The Odometer just turned over. . .

Or whatever you want to call it. Sometime last night or today, my site had its 100,000th visitor!

Thanks to my readers for making it happen.

I’ve been scarce because I’m still finishing the St. Elizabeth documentary - one more week to go!

Odds and ends of News

Now that tax time is (whew!) over for another year, I want to catch up on a few things.

My two stories on the Pope’s (non)-scandal have gained a tremendous amount of interest for this blog, but because of all the time I had to spend on them a few other things suffered.

Here’s a roundup:

Documentary

One project that suffered was actually beyond my control. The work on the St. Elizabeth documentary, which I had hoped would soon be far enough along for me to show a fairly good amount of completed footage with a temporary narration and music track, has been stalled for almost a month. It started with the computer crash on March 20 that I’ve already mentioned. It was a week before the store would condescend to back up the files from disk, though I in fact had most of them backed up already. In the meantime, I was able to use my spare laptop, but it was useless to think of working on video there, because the hard drive was so small.

Well, the hard drive was defective, so the store allowed me to trade in my computer. Then when I got my new laptop (and 500GB hard drive!) home, and all the files had been painstakingly copied back to the right directories — the documentary project file would either refuse to open or would indicate it couldn’t find any of my files. Another frustrating couple of weeks. I first tried to do this on Holy Saturday, at the same time I was helping Jimmy with the famous article.

Right after Easter, I was online with the tech geeks at Adobe, but it was some time before I got the problem solved. And unfortunately, the solution was to re-link all the video in the edited project to the original files, one at a time. That took a lot of time, but fortunately, all my original editing decisions had been saved, and I didn’t have re-do any of that. All the same, a good amount of time has been lost. I feel that I really owe an explanation to everyone who has been waiting patiently for the documentary to be done.

I do expect to have more news soon, including the date(s) I will be showing the footage in the New York area, and some more interesting news I hope as well.

Find out more about the film and donate to its completion HERE

As a consolation, here are a couple of more stills, from the famous scene of the roses:

Book News

In other news, the original print run of The Greatest of These is Love, my biography of St. Elizabeth, has just officially sold out (except for maybe 3-4 copies on Amazon). Get the last ones while you can! I do hope, when I have time, to put out an updated digital edition for Kindle, E-Pub and the like.

Our Patron

And, in all my attention to scandals and taxes, I missed the feast day (in the old Church calendar at least) of the patron saint of this blog, St. Justin Martyr, on April 14. I’ve got to find a picture of him and put it up, but in the meantime here is my imaginary letter to him that serves as the blog’s mission statement:

Update: Here’s something even better — a video on him!

“Dear Artists, You are Custodians of Beauty”

Something that passed almost unnoticed in these hectic days before Thanksgiving – for me and for many others – is the talk Pope Benedict XVI gave on November 21 to a group of over 260 artists in the Sistine Chapel. He wanted, among other things, to commemorate the tenth anniversary of John Paul II’s Letter to Artists (published on April 4, 1999) , and the occasion 45 years ago in 1964, when Pope Paul VI greeted artists in the same Sistine Chapel. After recalling those anniversaries, and reminding his listeners that they were in a place filled with some of the most famous works of art in the world, he said:

Dear friends, let us allow these frescoes to speak to us today, drawing us towards the ultimate goal of human history. The Last Judgement, which you see behind me, reminds us that human history is movement and ascent, a continuing tension towards fullness, towards human happiness, towards a horizon that always transcends the present moment even as the two coincide. Yet the dramatic scene portrayed in this fresco also places before our eyes the risk of man’s definitive fall, a risk that threatens to engulf him whenever he allows himself to be led astray by the forces of evil. So the fresco issues a strong prophetic cry against evil, against every form of injustice. For believers, though, the Risen Christ is the Way, the Truth and the Life. For his faithful followers, he is the Door through which we are brought to that “face-to-face” vision of God from which limitless, full and definitive happiness flows. Thus Michelangelo presents to our gaze the Alpha and the Omega, the Beginning and the End of history, and he invites us to walk the path of life with joy, courage and hope. The dramatic beauty of Michelangelo’s painting, its colours and forms, becomes a proclamation of hope, an invitation to raise our gaze to the ultimate horizon. The profound bond between beauty and hope was the essential content of the evocative Message that Paul VI addressed to artists at the conclusion of the Second Vatican Ecumenical Council on 8 December 1965: “To all of you,” he proclaimed solemnly, “the Church of the Council declares through our lips: if you are friends of true art, you are our friends!” And he added: “This world in which we live needs beauty in order not to sink into despair. Beauty, like truth, brings joy to the human heart, and is that precious fruit which resists the erosion of time, which unites generations and enables them to be one in admiration. And all this through the work of your hands… Remember that you are the custodians of beauty in the world.”

The whole of Pope Benedict’s talk in English, with links to the others, can be found here.

For anyone in the arts, including writers (like me), whether they are poets, playwrights, novelists or even screenwriters, for painters, sculptors, and those in the performing arts, these texts are a rich feast for meditation.

Could anyone express better than John Paul II (who was a practicing poet and playwright) the relation between an artist’s work and the contemplation of God?

6. Every genuine artistic intuition goes beyond what the senses perceive and, reaching beneath reality’s surface, strives to interpret its hidden mystery. The intuition itself springs from the depths of the human soul, where the desire to give meaning to one’s own life is joined by the fleeting vision of beauty and of the mysterious unity of things. All artists experience the unbridgeable gap which lies between the work of their hands, however successful it may be, and the dazzling perfection of the beauty glimpsed in the ardour of the creative moment: what they manage to express in their painting, their sculpting, their creating is no more than a glimmer of the splendour which flared for a moment before the eyes of their spirit.
Believers find nothing strange in this: they know that they have had a momentary glimpse of the abyss of light which has its original wellspring in God. Is it in any way surprising that this leaves the spirit overwhelmed as it were, so that it can only stammer in reply? True artists above all are ready to acknowledge their limits and to make their own the words of the Apostle Paul, according to whom “God does not dwell in shrines made by human hands” so that “we ought not to think that the Deity is like gold or silver or stone, a representation by human art and imagination” (Acts 17:24, 29). If the intimate reality of things is always “beyond” the powers of human perception, how much more so is God in the depths of his unfathomable mystery!

John Paul also said that Christ too was an artist on earth: “Christ himself made extensive use of images in his preaching, fully in keeping with his willingness to become, in the Incarnation, the icon of the unseen God.” (Both quotes from the Letter to Artists)

I posted here one of his predecessor John Paul I’s writings as a bishop on artists, though he never got to write a letter to artists as Pope. For him, a saint like Fra Claudio Granzotto, OFM Cap., had a similar idea:

Frau Claudio first remained in contemplation, he first heated his heart in the furnace of divine love, then, when he was well heated and had truly contemplated, only the did he set his hand to his masterpiece, and when his masterpiece was finished, he returned to contemplate and tried to bring what he had sculpted to life again.

The one art that Albino Luciani could lay any claim to practicing was that of a writer. And how did this insight work out in his life? One of his students at the seminary in Belluno, Don Aldo Belli, recalled that Luciani one day said to the class: “I don’t know what the prophet Isaiah did to find such clear and expressive images.” Aldo had the impression that Luciani wanted to learn his secret so as to imitate him. (Humilitas, Italian edition, November 1988, p. 15). That is, he saw the sacred writer first as a human writer, with the same difficulties in inspiration as all others. And he saw himself the same way.

I don’t know if the words Luciani wrote came from a vision like those of Isaiah, or, as I think much more likely from his own constant contemplation of the Word of God, which no doubt Isaiah did too. And though Luciani was capable of writing, and quite well, in a more elevated and poetic style, the result of his contemplation of the Gospels was something very like the Gospel simplicity of Jesus himself. What writer could ask for more?