It had been nearly 10 years since our last trip to Kennesaw State University with the Genocide Awareness Project. Snow and rain kept many students indoors, but the ones who did brave the elements proved to be quite the fiery bunch!

Pictures: a catalyst for healing. Lucy approached CBR volunteer Brad with a question about trimesters, but quickly became incoherent. Then she started crying. Brad said, “I don’t usually ask this, but have you had an abortion?” Lucy nodded. Brad and CBR staffer Joanna Keilson took Lucy away from the display to offer hope and healing resources. They gave her Karen Ellison’s book “Healing the Hurt That Won’t Heal” and directed her to Karen’s ministry, Deeper Still. They parted with a hug.

Who is a token?  A black student screamed and cursed, yelling, “Show me ONE! Just ONE black woman who agrees with you!”  At that moment, CBR staffer Mik’aela Raymond came around the side of the display. He saw her and said, “OK, show me two!”  Just then, CBR volunteer Taheiya walked over. The small group that had gathered was almost on their knees in laughter.  “You are just a token,” he said and walked away. Apparently, it was too difficult for him to believe that not only one, but two black people could disagree with the status quo of abortion. How many tokens does it take?

Verbal abuse is no substitute for a good argument. A middle-aged man walked past the display yelling “Go f*** yourselves.” Volunteer Brad said, “Profanity is not an argument for abortion, but if that’s all you have then I can understand you using it.” The man then walked up to Olivia, our youngest volunteer, and said it again directly to her. We are rarely surprised by profanity, but it’s still discouraging that an older man would resort to verbal abuse of a young female. Pray for strength for our team to endure these attacks!

Well, we weren’t gonna say it… A male student was talking with Mik’aela and a group of his friends walked by yelling, “What are you doing?” “Talking politics!” “But why?” “Because I’m not an uninformed individual like yourself!” the young man retorted. Mik’aela had to keep from laughing.