APRIL 1992

Demonic Influence In Buffalo, NY

It was the last week of April,1992 and my husband and I were watching the evening news when it flashed on a picture of people crawling on their hands and knees, in puddles of water, and rain and cold weather in Buffalo, N.Y. trying to get to the doors of a killing center to save babies. I immediately started praying that the weather would get better to make the task of the Rescuers a might easier. I then called a few of my friends to see if some of us could go to Buffalo to help save the babies. It wound up that another lady, and two men and I got together and drove straight up to Buffalo, it took 24 hours and we drove straight thru. When we arrived there we found the command post, in a church, and found out where the rescuers were. We drove over to the sight, and there were hundreds of people and police everywhere. The pro-abortion people from groups such as NOW, NARAL, the San Francisco Bay Corps, the Marxist-Leninist Party, Resist and Refuse, Act Up and other anti-God, anti-family, pro-death organizations outnumbered the Rescuers and they were blocking the doors to the killing center, and they were awful looking folks shouting obscenities and making vulgar gestures.

After being there awhile we were given instructions to march up the middle of the street which was pretty heavily traveled, and kneel down in the street, in front of the killing center. So about 100 of us did that. I was right on the front line and just as we knelt down, this squad car came barreling down the street right at us, all I could think of was Tienneman Square, where the one young man stood in front of the tank. But thank God the Squad car did stop. Then a line of police was put right in front of us. We knelt there in the street praying and finally the police told us if we didn't move we would be arrested, so we got up to move, and as I was trying to get up this kindly officer looked down at me and said, can I help you? I extended my hand, he helped me up and gave me a nice smile, and I smiled at him and told him, God bless you.

The weather had cleared up considerably, and there were no more puddles. There was a van there parked in the street with demonic characters painted all over it, there were alot of young people using very repulsive language. I went up to one young man and told him that Jesus loved him and the vulgarity that came out of his mouth was pitiful.

These rescues were named "The Spring of Life", we went there to save the lives of children, in love. Buffalo, N. Y., is a predominantly Catholic city, and very Pro-Life. The Mayor was pro-life, and most of the police in Buffalo refused duty when they were asked to go out there and arrest the pro-lifers. So police were imported from other cities. On the Saturday before the rescue schedule began, Rev. Paul Schenk, a local Assembly of God pastor, was attacked by about 20 militant pro- death assailants as he knelt in prayer outside a killing chamber. They spit at him, dumped cigarette ashes on his head, knocked the Bible from his hands and screamed obscenities at him thru a bullhorn. The police were watching but they made no arrests. No media coverage.

The next day bright and early we all went to another killing center. The place was cordoned off by the police and once again there were alot of screaming, demonic looking people in the door ways. At a given time some of our people started to crawl by the police, and there was a kind of shoving match where the pro-death people were trying to push our people, and the police got in the middle of it, the pro-death side even attacked the police. I was just coming up front when I saw all this commotion going on and the police were shoving the pro-death people to one side and I got caught up in the middle of them. I looked up in this one young man's face and started telling him how wrong abortion was, and he said well I got hit in the head over there by one of your people. I told him, I was sure it was not on purpose, because we are here in love. We talked for awhile and some of his friends joined in, and then when I left I told him God bless you, and I truly hope God does bless him with the truth.

I went back around to the back of the building, and we could get no further than the public sidewalk, so we sat on the sidewalk in front of the entrance and exit ways, at the feet of the police.

After awhile we were told if we did not move, we would be arrested, so the police brought busses, handcuffed us, and took us to the bus. My hands were handcuffed behind my back, and they were so tight that my thumbs were turning blue. So I inquired of an officer if he could loosen the handcuffs some, and after a bit he did. There was a young man standing near me handcuffed, and he went up to an officer and pleaded with him to be able to use a restroom, and the officer just looked at him and said no, you are under arrest, so I prayed with the young man, and asked God to take the desire away, and later at the jail he came to me and thanked me, he said the prayer worked.

While on the bus a lady got on handcuffed and sat next to me, and I just thought she was a rescuer so I started telling her I was from Florida, and jokingly told her we brought an alligator, an alligator with aids to put at the door way. Well it turned out that she was a writer for Life magazine. She mentioned my name in her story, and it was a pretty good story, and the cover picture was priceless. It showed a minister of God on his knees in front of a police barricade, with a screaming woman on the other side in his face.

We were all handcuffed and herded onto busses and swiftly taken to an Armory where the police had set up to book us, frisk us, and mug shot us. When I was going thru this process they told me that I would have to give them my eyeglasses, which was ludicrous. So when they finally got around to placing me with the other women I noticed that some of them had their glasses. So the next time a guard came in I said, wait a minute how come they can have their glasses but mine were taken? The guards were terribly confused. So he came back and took the other ladies glasses. Woe that is not how it was supposed to work. I then had to apologize and lend encouragement and support to the other women, I knew we would get them back. So we started singing and praising God, and soon the glasses were returned to us.

After hours of processing we finally were taken before a judge, my charge was disorderly conduct, for sitting on a public sidewalk. Then we were carted off to jail in patty wagons. We took our showers, and were issued our jail uniforms. Soon we were with our other sisters who had been arrested and thrown in jail a week earlier. We were not housed in with the regular inmates, but we had a sizeable area because there were about 100 women in this one area. It consisted of two cell blocks, a large empty room which was called the day room, and another place that they called the atrium, it had a very high ceiling with sky lights, which was a blessing. We were issued thin mattresses and slept on the floor, there was only one bathroom with almost one hundred women so that was a little inconvenient.

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