Former abortion workers expose the industry’s alleged quotas for abortions and birth control, as well as the minimal information that counts as an adoption referral, how parents are barriers to making the abortion clinic a financial success, and how young, vulnerable pregnant women are manipulated. Most people who go into the abortion industry want to do so in order to help women, yet once they see what really goes on, many are horrified. We need to tell their stories and unmask the abortion industry for what it really is: a predatory, calculated, money-making machine that pounces on women in their most vulnerable times.
Featuring four previous abortion workers:
- Sue Thayer, former manager at Planned Parenthood
- Shelley Guillory, former registered nurse at Delta Clinic and Women’s Health
- Monica Leal Cline, former HIV health educator/Title X training manager at Planned Parenthood
- Annette Lancaster, former manager at Planned Parenthood
Moderator: Abby Johnson
I mean, there’s only so many people that you can get in the door and talk them into having an abortion, but that was essentially what we were doing. We were sales people for the abortion industry.
Something always told me that I should be questioning this.
Because of my decision to work at PP, I second guessed ALL of my decisions.
I always thought PP offered prenatal care…until I started working there.
The clinic’s unofficial position on prostitution was identical to its stance concerning abortion. A woman had the right to choose what she did with her body. Period. End of story. We were trained to think that prostitution or stripping was as valid a choice for a woman as being a nurse or a lawyer. We were there to treat their recurrent STDs, abort their babies, and send them on their way. Never were we to “judge” their lifestyles. We put on our hats of tolerance. “We accept your lifestyle.” After all, it wasn’t our job to judge her, right? We were there to protect women from all walks of life. That was our mantra. The day that her pimp brought her to the clinic, the realization that he was the one we had really been protecting struck me. Every one of her black eyes or busted lips cried out to us, begging us to care. But we failed to even ask the most basic of questions because we didn’t want to judge her way of life.