Bullies use bed sheets to oppress the rights of ideological minorities.

CBR brought the Genocide Awareness Project (GAP) to the University of Tennessee at Knoxville (UTK), not just once, but twice, in the Spring semester!

UTK earned this exclusive double feature thanks to its unlawful interference with our free-speech rights and those of our student hosts, the UTK Pro-Life Collegians. Encouraged by virulent Trump Derangement Syndrome tactics in other parts of the country, a small group of students held up colorful fabric barriers to block our signs.

We insisted that these banners be removed, but UTK took a cue from other schools that nurture left-wing violence through institutional passivity. They allowed this childish and unlawful behavior to continue. As a result, the bullies thought they had won.

But not so fast! This ain’t our first rodeo, and we have many tools at our disposal.

Immediately, we brought out our hand-held Choice signs and stood in front of the bullies.

Next, we planned our return trip for later that semester. This is exactly what we did at the U at Buffalo in 2014. The Buffalo administration sided with the bullies, so we sued them for civil rights violations. After a year of trying to defend the indefensible, Buffalo got religion and restrained the law-breakers on our return trip.

We informed UTK of our intention to seek a legal remedy if they allowed their students to veto speech rights again.  That seemed to do the trick.

On our return trip, the fabric barriers were nowhere to be found.  According to rumor, UTK warned the bullies of disciplinary action if they erected their barriers. UTK officials even established a 20-ft buffer zone around the display and prevented any student from holding a sign within that buffer.

Yes, it was some trouble to stand up to bullies, but as Thomas Jefferson (or somebody) said, “Eternal vigilance is the price we pay for liberty.”

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Press Coverage:

• Pro-life display appears on Ped Walkway
• Roommates find way to hide pro-life display
• Pro-life display returns to Ped Walkway
• Letter to the Editor: Leave Pedestrian Walkway in peace

Uncensored. Bullies lose.

Black students accuse black pro-lifer of being on the plantation because she did not adhere to the thoughts assigned to her by the black community.

by Jacqueline Hawkins

At the Old Dominion University (ODU) GAP, a group of irate black female students berated our newest staff member Joanna Keilson for being white, blatantly airing their putrid racism for all to see.

“You white!  You got yo white husband and yo privilege and yo big house!”  The only thing they really got right was the color of her skin.

I stepped in, and they turned their anger towards me.  Much of what they said was unintelligible; I don’t speak Ebonics very well.  However, every now and then, some of the insults came through.  There was talk of Trump and my being enslaved.

I was called a “nigga” and a “bitch”.  This might seem harsh, but in the black community these words are bandied about frequently, often in friendly terms.  People refer to their enemies, acquaintances, and friends this way.  They even refer to their children this way.

One of them said, “You’re beautiful.  You look like an African queen with your locks, your earrings and your skirt, but you ain’t black!  You ain’t black!”

She then became hysterical, a caricature screaming in my face, an unintelligible tirade, complete with wild gestures and facial expressions.  Pretty much done with the parody she had morphed into, I moved onto talk with more reasonable students.

But let’s go back to that interesting statement she made in regards to my genetic profile.  “You ain’t black.”  I’m not?  Oh dear.  You mean I haven’t earned the color of my skin?  Whatever do I have to do to earn my coco brown flesh?  Blame white people for everything?  See racism in every single aspect of society?

Hmm … let’s narrow this declaration down to the context of the situation, but expand its implication. “You ain’t black” she said, because I was standing behind the barricade with the pictures of dead children, along with my white co-workers.

What do I have to do to earn my blackness?  Support the sexual revolution on steroids in the black community, where we mate and breed like animals?  Where we see that behavior as normal, going as far as to say that marriage really isn’t for black folks?  Mindlessly listen to and applaud music by top black “artists” who promote a life of debauchery in premarital sex, drugs, violence, and the abject objectification of women (particularly black women)?

How can I be truly black?  Encourage black women to kill their children at a proportionately higher and faster rate than any other race in the country?  Accept the demise of the same black community through the barbaric sacrifice of its innocent children?  And then settle for the over 70% of black children who were actually allowed to live to be shot in the foot by being born into illegitimacy?  Settle for these children being set up for, at the very least, a childhood fraught with poverty, youth violence on the streets, drugs, and the plethora of problems that arises from daddy issues and broken homes?

Oh, I’m so sorry that I do not support the rampant debauchery in the black community.  I’m so sorry that I expect more from and promote and work to return the black community back to the strong Christian entity that it was.

Once upon a time, we had intact families.  We carved out lives for ourselves without the help of the government.  We were upstanding citizens, even when the country didn’t consider us citizens.  We had fathers!

Excuse me for not believing in the racist notion that my thoughts should be assigned to me purely because of the color of my skin.  Forgive me for believing that black people should be held to a Christian standard–the standard that our ancestors fought for the freedom to adequately live by.

If this makes me not truly black, then I’ll just have to live with the color of my skin being no more than that–a phenotypic trait.

Jacqueline Hawkins is a CBR Project Director and a regular FAB contributor.

Based on facts and not false assumptions, ODU students can have a rational debate about abortion.  Without the facts, as horrific as they are, rational debate is impossible.

We judged Old Dominion University (ODU) to be “moderate” on the moonbat scale, earning 6 moonbats on a scale of 1 to 10.  There were a lot of great conversations, but without the same kind of acrimony that we saw at Virginia Commonwealth University that same week.  However, things did get a bit heated by the end of the second day.

She knows all too well.  A pregnant woman and her husband are seeking asylum in America.  She was so glad to see GAP.  A strong woman who knows a thing or two about life, she will fight against injustice for anyone, regardless of race or religion.  She soberly confirmed our rape sign.  She lamented fact that fathers kill their daughters and their grandchildren, but they ignore the rapists.  She told us that although abortion is not allowed in the Muslim religion, it is allowed in the Muslim culture.

Rampant bloodshed.  A Saudi Arabian man found it very hard to believe our lax abortion laws.  Abortion happens in his homeland, but (he believes) not as frequently as it happens in America.  He is against abortion regardless of the country.

Never again.  A young woman angrily marched up to Maggie Egger.  “These pictures are very upsetting to the students!” she shouted.

Maggie responded, “How can a picture of abortion be upsetting, if the act of abortion is not?”

The young woman calmed a bit and told Maggie that she was post-abortive.  “I would never do that again,” she declared resolutely.

God speaks.  Ivy, a Christian young woman, thought that if she became pregnant as a teenager, she would have an abortion.  She theorized that God would approve.

While her words were still in her mouth, a young man swooped in and exclaimed, “Thank you!  My mom had me at 16, and if she had had an abortion, I would not be here.”  It was obvious that God had given His Word on the matter.

Mission Accomplished!  A member of the wrestling team exclaimed, “You changed my mind!  Mission accomplished!”  He thought he had gotten a girl pregnant years ago and had considered abortion.  Now after seeing the pictures, he was open to speaking to teammates who are sexually active or have paid for abortions.  He would help his teammates stand up and do the right thing, even if it was difficult.

Vote pro-life!  Roy was about 50 years old.  He was ex-military, a railroad worker, and a corrections officer.  A tough guy.  “Thank you!  This needs to be seen and we can only hope it affects voting.”  Amen!

Jane Bullington speaks with a young woman about the culture of sin and self-destruction.

by Jacqueline Hawkins

A PETA woman (or wannabe) screeched at us, “You don’t care about the millions of chickens raised in horrible conditions, just to be slaughtered, but you care about this!!!”

Before you could say “Chick-fil-A, but hold the pickle, please,” another young woman walked over.  She didn’t much care for the PETA woman.  “I just want to hit her in the face!!” she exclaimed.  CBR does not advocate violence, but we understand the young woman’s frustration.

A mother of two, she was 100% against abortion, and then some.  She lost her virginity at 15 because, although her parents were good Catholics, the message of sexual purity just didn’t come through.  Or at least it didn’t come through strongly enough to overcome the culture of death.

She was angry that schools indoctrinate students with sin and self-destruction.  The worst example is telling young children, “Let me show you how to put a condom on a banana so you can have safe sex.”  The seeds of destruction find fertile ground among naïve children with adult bodies and wild hormones.

Jackie Hawkins is a CBR Project Director and a regular FAB contributor.

He definitely looks like someone who is ready to give an account at the Pearly Gates. …  Just sayin’.

College students say the nuttiest things.

Christian for Choice.  A young “Christian” man held a clever sign that said: “Christian for Choice.”  Have fun explaining that at the pearly gates…

Changing the subject.  A woman shrieked about our omission of the Native American genocide. “Why don’t you have pictures of that genocide!?!?”  Jane calmly directed her to our photo Wounded Knee photo.

Upon receiving exactly what she asked for, she changed the subject, but not her tone.  She came closer and closer to Jane, until they almost touched noses.  Jane, not deterred by a petulant child, did not flinch or step back.

The student continued to shriek about the 100 million Native Americans who should be acknowledged.  “Abortion is NOT genocide like THAT is genocide!”

She got louder and louder until she finally stopped and left.  She never acknowledged that we actually do recognize Native American genocide. Perhaps it never really matter to her in the first place.

Passionately apathetic.  “F*** you people” a young man hissed at GAP staffers.  “And f*** you people too!” he growled at the protesters.  Like Billy Martin in those Miller Lite commercials in the 1970s and 80s, he feels strongly both ways.

Can’t handle the truth.  An ODU events manager sat nearby and fielded complaints from angry students.  Jane suggested that ODU teach a Constitutional law class to freshmen.  The lady replied wearily, “I am seeing that the students don’t know how to deal with opposing opinions in the culture of this campus.”  Ya think?!

Belligerent “White Trash” humanized by a story of heartbreak.

by John Stair

On the first day, we had a man dressed in a Halloween costume stalking around the pictures, yelling at us, with intense profanities and vulgarities in a fake New York accent.  The accent conveniently changed when he was stopped by the police for getting physical with a pro-life student.  His costume was a white garbage can, his hat was the lid.  We think the costume was intended to mock us as “white trash.”

On our second day at VCU, the suit was gone but he was even more belligerent.  He stalked a couple of our group who had tried to talk with him, but he only wanted to berate us for being there.  We told him they would not respond to yelling, but he only got louder.  He accusing us of not wanting to talk.

The protester yelled at me from a distance and asked me if I would speak with him.  I told him I would not, until we was willing to listen to what I had to say.  He said he would, so I walked over and told him I could have a better conversation if we stood closer together.  We were now about 4 feet apart, and I asked if I could tell him why we were there.

I shared the horrible experience of a miscarriage of my 3rd child, in our bedroom and into the toilet.  I told him about taking the tiny body to the hospital and giving the body over to the hospital personnel.  Years later, I realized they had just thrown that baby into the trash and I regretted not giving my child a proper burial.  I told him that CBR photos of a 10-week fetus in the womb are what I held in my hands after the miscarriage.

I told him about CBR staff—people of integrity, people with college educations, people who would never display photos that could not withstand intense scrutiny.  I encouraged him to investigate on his own as well.  He had some comments, but his response was much more muted and diminished, thanks to the Holy Spirit.  He hung around the display for a while longer, but he never yelled at or berated one of us again.

John Stair is a CBR Southeast Project Director.

Men in pink shirts and strange socks thought they would frighten us, but we are not that easy to scare.

More from Virginia Commonwealth University (VCU).

Stooping low out of respect?  A student complained, “I just wish you could present this so as not to disrespect liberal students and maybe they would listen.  And maybe find common ground.”

Hmmmm.  Looking at the crowed of half-naked, cursing, sex-crazed snowflakes, we wonder what they would consider “respectful.”

Kill ’em, cause I don’t want ’em.  A middle-age maintenance man took issue with the genocide comparison.  Not because he had an argument, but because he didn’t want to take care of his own children.  “Are you going to take in all those kids that live?  I’m not.”

A young man admitted that abortion is murdering a child, but he would still do it.

Demonic.  A young man came up to the poll table and voted that abortion should remain legal.  He wrote, “I worship Satan and I think abortion is great.”

Whom do you fear?  “I thought we scared them off, to be honest,” a male Planned Parenthood operative said when we showed up for Day 2 (3 days after Day 1).  Yeah, right.  Men in pink shirts holding “I stand with Planned Parenthood signs” are much less scary than God’s judgment on a nation that sacrifices its children to Molech.

Regrets.  We ran into a handful of people who were vocal about their regrets.  A woman had an abortion via plan B regretted it deeply. She started crying.  CBR staffer Jane Bullington tried to comfort her and told her that there was forgiveness in Jesus.

Standing up to bullies.  When he was 22, his girlfriend aborted his child against his wishes.  After that, he studied the facts and changed from pro-choice to pro-life.  He stood in front of the GAP display and engaged students for an entire day.  He was spit upon and harassed by “pro-choice” students, but he held his ground.

Jane speaks with a young man who became pro-life the hard way — his girlfriend aborted their baby.

The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness cannot overcome it.  (John 1:5)

Joyful.  An Asian freshman female said in a soft whisper, “I wanted to tell you that I am pro-life and that I am very joyful that you have come to our campus.  I pray for you and wanted you to know that not all the students here are like these protesters.”

Grateful but curious.  A Muslim woman was thankful about our sign comparing abortion to honor killings, but she was very curious about  how we even knew about this ugly part of the Muslim culture.  Honor killings are largely ignored here because the leftist media see Muslims as a force against Christianity, and they hate Christianity more than they love women.

An open mind.  Referring to the ill-mannered protesters, one student commented, “I consider myself pro-choice, but calling people names and demeaning others is not respectful. It’s not the way to get your point across.  When we leave this campus, we will meet people with different opinions.  This is not the way to discuss differences.”  Yeah, he’s pro-choice now, but he’d better watch out, because God can work with an open mind.

Defining “choice.”  Another student commented, “I understand they want choice, but if they watched a child being ripped apart and screaming in the womb, they couldn’t want this.”  Wisdom.

Rebellion against God.  Another student commented, “Abortion is just rebellion against God, and the government assists.”  More wisdom.

So right.  Student 1 complained, “Don’t you think this is too extreme?  Couldn’t you guys just set up a tent and invite people in or set up a table and not be in people’s faces so much?”  But Student 2 had greater insight, “No, man. If they did that, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.”

CBR Southeast Director Fletcher Armstrong speaks with students at Tennessee Tech.

The new Centennial Plaza is a beautiful new venue at Tennessee Tech.  While there, we dug up a few gems to share.  (Don’t worry; no bricks were harmed in the mining of these gems!)

Appropriate response.  A female history major commented, “I have seen GAP a couple of times.”  When asked how she responded the first time she saw the pictures, she replied, “I went to the bathroom and threw up.”

Ready for battle.  An engineering student remarked, “We may have different views on the subject, but I appreciate that we can sit here and have a civil conversation about this. You are clearly passionate and well informed.”  Indeed.

Happy.  A male student welcomed us.  “I’m glad you are here. People say it is too graphic, but it is what it is.  People need to see it.”

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Angry.  Three female students, at different times during the day, said essentially the same thing.  “This breaks my heart and I get so mad when my friends don’t get it.  How can they not see it?”

Sad, but bold.  A female student in a medical major spoke of her brother’s child, who was aborted by his girlfriend aborted without his knowledge.  She said, “I could have been an aunt. And that relationship between them is also over.”  She took a photo of GAP and said, “I’ll post this on Facebook and see how many friends I lose!”

Selfish couple.  She tried to argue against the humanity of the unborn human child.  When that failed, she said, “Why should I have to carry a baby I don’t want, just so I can give it away by adoption?”

He didn’t say much.  As long as he can get sex without responsibility, why should he care?

Civil.  Student Carl said, “I really appreciate that I can sit here and have a civil discussion with you even if I’m pro-choice and you are pro-life.”

Barely alive.  A male engineering student said, “My mom was raised Muslim and became pregnant with me right before she and my father divorced.  Her family wanted her to abort me, but she chose to give me life.  It is so eye opening to see these images and think of how easily that could have been me.  My life was decided by a yes or no question.”

Another close call.  A female history student remarked, “I have a niece who is almost a year old, and she is my whole world.  I look at these images and think about how that was her just a little while ago.  How could someone destroy something so precious?”

Kelly Hicks speaking with young women about the painful truth of abortion.

Kelly Hicks was discussing the question of rape with two female students at Middle Tennessee State University (MTSU), when another young woman overheard and interrupted.  She wanted to talk.  Normally, Kelly would ask her to wait her turn, but something moved Kelly to give the young woman the floor.

She cried as she told everyone that she was raped in 8th grade.  It was very traumatic.  Then she described going through with the pregnancy and choosing adoption for her child.  Already bold, GAP strengthened and inspired her to do a school project on abortion.  She wanted to reach out to victims like herself.

As you might imagine, everyone within earshot was speechless.

“Stop the genocide of Harambe.”

A few of our more disturbing encounters at Middle Tennessee State.

A slave to sodomy.  A very polite young man made a shocking admission.  Because of his sexual encounters with multiple men, he said, “I go to Planned Parenthood 2 or 3 times per month for STD testing.”  To speak with us, he skipped class and endured not a small amount of hazing from, we assume, some of his sexual enslavers.  Rejecting their manipulation, he stayed with us for an hour.  Please pray for this young man.  Very sad.

Science jumps the shark.  He said the preborn is not human because it doesn’t have a soul.  “I have researched this extensively and written papers on it; I know for a fact when the fetus gets a soul.”  Jane told him, very nicely, as only Jane can do, that he was full of baloney.

Better off in the human chop shop.  A young woman became more and more belligerent as she talked.   She was sure that

• late term abortions are done because the mother is going to die,
• women are making thoughtful, deliberate decisions when they abort,
• the 8-week skeleton does not show differentiated cells, and
• no one wants to adopt, and if these babies are not aborted, millions will be in the broken system.

Photos of abortion create opportunities for dialogue that would never happen otherwise.

Here are just a sampling of encouraging encounters at our Genocide Awareness Project (GAP) at Middle Tennessee State.

Genocide close to home.  Vanessa’s uncle was a Tutsi victim of the Hutu genocide. She was deeply moved by the comparison between abortion and Rwandan genocide.

Grace from God.  Jami was quite emotional. “Thank you for this. When I was 17, I got pregnant and the doctor wouldn’t give me prenatal vitamins because ‘I should not have this baby.’ I married the dad and we have a 26-year old named Grace.  She was the Grace we needed. God’s plan is always best, even when it is hard.”

Changed minds and grateful hearts.  We got reactions from many passersby at MTSU:

• This really changes my perspective.
• That is so great!  Can I pray with you?
• I’ve changed my mind.
• I didn’t know they had body parts this early. Thank you.
• I once stopped a friend from aborting.
• Students need to see this. Life has adult consequences. This is murder and I am glad you are here.

More grateful hearts.  We are grateful for you.  You make our work possible through your sacrificial giving.  May God bless you as he has blessed us in this work.

1.5 out of 10 moonbats at MTSU allowed students to quietly take in the pictures.

The 2016 Fall tour brought GAP to Middle Tennessee State University. With its rating of 1.5 out of 10 moonbats, MTSU was a quiet school, allowing us to focus on the many students with thoughtful questions.

There was a small protest group with a few signs with the typical slogans. Only one protester turned to strange antics to get their point across.  He wore an ape mask and held a sign that read, “Stop the genocide of Harambe.”

The Genocide Awareness Project returned to Tennessee Tech University.

CBR brought the Genocide Awareness Project back to Tennessee Tech University (TTU) in September.  TTU was a quiet school, with a rating of only 1 out of 10 moonbats.

Not many moonbats in Tennessee.  What can we say?  This has two beneficial effects.  First, we don’t get beat up as much.  Second, students vulnerable to moonbatism … Is moonbatism a word? … Anyway, by staying calm, they have a better chance to see the signs and reflect on their meaning.

This was our third trip to TTU. We went in 2013 with Choice signs and 2015 with a full GAP display.

Will the future leaders of foreign nations, influenced by the American pro-life movement, help us if we get to the point that we can’t help ourselves?

by Patti Shanley

The international population at Purdue is one of the largest at any university in this country.  The students who saw GAP will return home with more than a degree.

Sad Song.  Song, from China, struggled to put into English her reaction to the horrifying pictures of tiny, aborted babies.

“Is real?” she wanted to know.  She knew about forced abortion in her homeland, but this was the first time she had actually seen abortion.  She experienced that crucial moment of cognitive dissonance when truth shatters through a long-held belief.  With her head shaking, fighting back tears, all she could say was “No!  No!  No!”

Unimaginable and unbelievable.  “This is not legal in this country, yes?”  Two international students were having a hard time believing abortion is available on demand, without any reason.  He could only stare, and she was almost in tears.   I explained the importance of graphic images in reform movements, and that we want people to see the horror of abortion so they will never accept injustice as a choice.  The students had heard of forced abortions in their own country, but could not imagine voluntary abortions.  When I told them there were about 3,300 each day, the young woman cried out in disbelief.

Disgusting.  Reactions from other international students were similar, and after three days at Purdue, it was painfully clear that this country is in trouble.  Although students from other countries were shocked and disgusted at seeing the truth, American students and faculty called us “disgusting” for showing the truth.  They tried to defend decapitating and dismembering tiny, innocent human beings.  “You people are disgusting,” one faculty member hissed as she walked by.  No, abortion is disgusting.

Patti Shanley is a CBR partner and volunteer from Raleigh, North Carolina.