Abortion pictures spark debate about the morality and legality of decapitating and dismembering tiny Americans.

Just two years after our first visit to Old Dominion U (ODU) in Norfolk, Va., we were back for another round.  This time, the abortion pictures had just as great an impact as Round 1.

Lightening the load.  A pro-life student has witnessed the power of pictures.  He said, “Thank you so much.  I love it when you guys come to campus.  I don’t know how to talk to people about this, so it’s great that you are here.”

Another student expressed similar sentiments, “Thank you.  I never know how to bring this issue up and your display starts conversations.”

It impacts everyone.  Olivia cried because her father strongly pressured her mother to abort her older sister.  (We wonder what he thinks now?)

Kill them all. “Just kill all the kids, I don’t care!!” she told Joanna.

Hard target.  CBR staffer Maggie overheard 2 guys and 1 girl having an interesting conversation.

Girl: Why don’t you go talk to her [Maggie]?
Guy 1: No. I don’t want to.
Guy 2: So you’re happy to argue with old white men but not a young white woman?
Guy 1: [Inaudible]
Guy 2: Maybe ‘cause you can’t use her age and gender against like you just did with that guy.

Homicide better than suicide?  Student: “Women must be given the choice to abort because we never know if that woman will kill herself without it.”  In other words, women are weak and can’t handle the problems they get themselves into.

Battling the negative vibes.  “For you to put up with these negative attitudes, thank you. It must be hard,” A professor told Jane.

Easy Results. Two adult African-American women asked Mik’aela about rape while a pro-abortion student stood nearby.

Mik’aela:  Should we kill the rapist?
Woman:  No!
Mik’aela:  Should the child get the death penalty instead?
Woman:  Oh! Oh! Oh! You got me! You got me! You’re right!

Her friend agreed and they both thanked Mik’aela and continued to discuss how Mik’aela’s answer was such a good point.  The pro-abortion girl just watched them, thinking.

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?!

Hampton Roads volunteers came to watch and pray, but it wasn’t long before we found them speaking with crowds of students!

A brave student opened the door for GAP at Old Dominion University (ODU), and because of you, we walked in.  Special thanks to Knights of Columbus councils in the Hampton Roads community, who $upported the effort in a big way.  In addition to finances, locals provided housing and meals for our traveling team.

To prepare KOC members and other local supporters for combat in the trenches, we held our Pro-Life Training Academy (PLTA) at the St. Benedict’s Church.  Several PLTA students engaged large groups of students, articulating and defending the pro-life movement like pros!

ODU had about 6 out of 10 moonbats.  Crowds fluctuated throughout each of the days. Towards the end of Day 2, the crowd grew larger and angrier, led by a few very loud students.

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