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Showing posts with label rape victim. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rape victim. Show all posts
Monday, July 10, 2017
Woman From El Salvador Given 30 Years For Killing Her Son Was Never Raped, by Rebecca Kiessling
If you search the name of "Evelyn Beatriz
Hernandez Cruz," you will find a multitude
When I
wrote an article about this story last week, I pointed out evidence that
facts were being subverted by the media in order to push the abortion agenda,
so I had our Spanish team (Salvar
El 1 from Save The 1) reach out to pro-life leaders in El Salvador, and
they provided us with links to these news stories telling the court records of
what actually happened. Our friends
explained that the misinformation distributed to the English-speaking world is
a concerted effort of pro-abortion feminists to interfere with the solidly pro-life
policies established in El Salvador.
In a search of the father’s name -- Henry
David Vásquez Hernández -- I could not
find a single story in English with this name, demonstrating that not one
English language news outlet in the world is reporting the truth in this case,
but simply repeating what’s been fed to them by the abortion lobby.
Not only is it a flat out lie that Hernandez
Cruz was being gang-raped or even raped at all, but it was also a lie that the
baby was delivered in and found in a toilet.
In fact, the baby was found at the bottom of a septic tank which his
mother had thrown him into.
The manipulated facts were also that the baby
was stillborn. However, coroners
testified that the baby had been alive 12 to 24 hours before being killed and
had breathed and sucked. It was
determined that he did not have blood on him because he’d been cleaned after
his birth, and that he died from inhaling feces.
Hernandez Cruz went to the hospital seeking
care for herself, still denying she’d ever been pregnant. She claimed she threw something “hot and big”
into the septic tank, but denied knowing this was a baby.
On rumors she was pregnant, a health care
professional had visited the home several times during her pregnancy, offering
pre-natal care. But Hernandez Cruz refused,
claiming she was not pregnant.
This is a horribly tragic story. Every effort was made to get pre-natal help
for this 18 year old and her unborn child.
This is not an example of a young mother who wasn’t offered help and
didn’t have access to the care she needed.
The abortion lobby is manipulating this story
to advance more bloodshed. They would
have you believe that this situation would have not been tragic at all if they
could have just killed the baby before he’d been born.
Every child is worthy of protection, without
exception. The abortion advocates’ lies once again demonstrate why you cannot
trust them, and why a rape exception will open the door for abortion on demand
for any reason through all nine months of pregnancy, because if the woman isn’t
fabricating a story that she was raped, you can surely count on the abortion
clinics to do so.
BIO: Rebecca Kiessling is an international pro-life
speaker, attorney, wife, mother of 5,
Monday, December 12, 2016
She Has No Part In Any of the Ugliness Surrounding Her Conception, by Aimee Kidd
March 3rd,
2016 is the day I learned that not only was I pregnant, but also that I had
been raped and a baby had been conceived because of that rape. After a month of being very ill and incredibly
exhausted, I sought medical treatment, and that is when I was administered a
pregnancy test and given these shocking results.
Without a
doubt, I knew I must have been raped on January 30th, because that’s
when I had woke up the next morning knowing something wasn’t right. I was naked from the waist down, had a
terrible headache like never before, and my body was aching. Nothing made sense. I had no idea how I got home, undressed, or
why on earth I felt the way I did. I
stayed in bed all day long.
I did nothing
“wrong”. I went out with two girlfriends
and came home to my own bed. My last
memory of the evening is not feeling well -- incredibly tired and dizzy. I crawled in bed with my sleeping toddler and
went to sleep.
I didn’t
dress provocatively. I didn’t drink to
excess. I didn’t drink and drive. I did nothing “wrong”. However, a man saw an opportunity to put
something in my drink and then proceeded to take something I was not willing to
give -- my body.
I’m not sure
if it would be worse to have a memory of the rape, or to live day after day, as
I do, imagining what this man did to me while I laid like a dead person in my
own bed, in my own home, with my sleeping toddler in my arms. I haven’t decided if it is a blessing or a
curse to not know what was done to me. I
am only left to imagine and assume what occurred that night, and everyday is
like a nightmare because of that.
Since learning
I was pregnant, I have given testimony to six unknown police officers, and had
to share my story with nurses, my doctor, my friends, my family, and even my precious
innocent children. The best I could
muster up or offer as an explanation to my five other children ages 2 to 15 was
that “Mommy is going to have a baby. You
will have a new sibling. There was a bad
man who put a baby in my belly, but we are going to love this baby.”
Next came the
questions from my kids: Who is the bad
man? Will he try to hurt you? Will he hurt us? Will he try to take our baby away? Mommy, are you going to die because you’re not
supposed to have anymore babies? Did the
bad man go to jail? Why not?
I ask you --
what answers am I to give them?
During my
pregnancy, I’d been ill. I spent
hundreds on prescription meds to control my nausea and vomiting. I vomited blood. I missed days, weeks, and months of work
because of being so severely ill. I am
the only one who works in my home as I am a single mother. I fell behind on every single bill. I had yard sales and sold things online in
order to put gas in the car and food on the table. When I finally could compose
myself and control my vomiting enough to return to work, I was able to catch up
on my bills in September.
During my
pregnancy, I was asked more than seven times if I wanted to give up my baby for
adoption. I have learned that the
socially acceptable norm is for women who conceive children through rape to
continue with a pregnancy and then proceed to place their child for
adoption. It is almost taboo for me to
actually want to keep and parent a baby conceived through rape. So, I’ve had to face scrutiny for that as
well. In cases such as mine, it is
considered a tragedy, rather than an act of love or nobility that I choose to
keep my baby.
I had to try to
laugh it off when someone asked me, “Don’t you know what causes that yet?” as
they pointed to my pregnant belly. I’ve
had to feel ashamed and humiliated when I walked around pregnant as an
unmarried woman. I’ve had to endure the
embarrassment of telling my story. I’ve
held tears and rage back when people ask about the dad. I cannot even imagine
the embarrassment and pain my children have felt or will feel when asked where or
who the baby’s dad is.
I tried to
prepare myself for my baby coming. I had
broken down and sobbed in the middle of stores when a little onesie that boasts
“Daddy’s girl” or “Daddy’s lil princess” was displayed on a rack. I’ve been overcome with disgust and anger and
sadness, and in the middle of a store or not, my emotions got the better of me.
Nevertheless,
I’ve rubbed my belly countless nights telling my baby how much I love her. I’ve tried to tell her she is beautiful and
innocent and is a precious blessing to me and her brothers and sisters. I’ve imagined what words I could possibly
ever find or use to explain to her how she came to be. I’ve imagined what I may tell her one day
when she asks where and who her daddy is.
Yes, I was
pregnant by rape, and yes, I’m thankful for this baby! My first reaction, however, was not that at
all! And you know what? That’s OK!
No one thinks they’ll ever be raped, let alone conceive a child through
it. I sure as heck never did.
I was one of
those people who would have said, in cases of rape, I could understand a rape
victim wanting an abortion. I never
understood how hurtful that statement was until I became pregnant because of
rape. My rapist has enjoyed living a
life filled with freedom. He’s been able
to work and pay his bills. He’s been
able to enjoy his family and his life comfortably. So why would my baby not be entitled to enjoy
the same luxuries, to enjoy life?
I didn’t want
or need an abortion. I wanted and needed
real tangible help, and I thank God for my support system who has abundantly
blessed me and my baby upon her birth. I
want and I need to see some form of justice. I don’t want child support from a
rapist who belongs in jail, not free out on the streets and able to work. I want and need to be protected from the
rapist having parental rights.
Now, I’m
doubtful that my rapist is going to want anything to do with my baby, and I
thank GOD for that every day; however, in Wyoming, rapists have rights to
babies who they conceive through rape.
So my worst nightmare is that one day he will want rights.
Let me help
you understand. Every single day is an
emotional rollercoaster. Dealing with a rape is a huge emotional trauma. Dealing with a pregnancy because of a rape is
even more difficult. But, knowing your
rapist is free and out abusing more women while law enforcement sits idly by is
infuriating.
I’m proud of
the fact that I’m sharing my story. I’ll
continue to share it again and again.
WHY? Because, most women
won’t. I feel like God gave me this big
mouth and outspoken attitude for a reason.
Maybe it is to be a voice for women who have gone through or will go
through something similar.
When I first
discovered I was pregnant and the reality that I had been raped set in, I
wanted to bury myself in a hole. I
wanted someone to knock me out, get this baby out of me, and wake me up like it
was all a bad dream. I never thought I’d
have the courage to share my story. In
fact, when the words first came out of my mouth, I had a hard time believing
it. Surreal is an understatement. Like I said, no one thinks this could ever
happen to them.
I see this as
an opportunity, though. I’m raising
daughters and sons. I want my sons to
know what happened to me is wrong! It
should never be tolerated. I want my
daughters to learn from this and be able to take any and all precautions to
prevent it from happening to them, as well as to educate their girlfriends and
practice a buddy system so neither them nor their friends will have to go
through anything like this.
It is an
opportunity to inspire other women who have faced similar horrific experiences
to know, even though they may be scared or embarrassed, they aren’t in the
wrong and it is okay to talk about it.
It is an
opportunity to shed light on our failing justice system and law enforcement.
It is an opportunity
to show women that it is possible to survive a rape, even to become pregnant by
rape, and still choose to carry your baby and love your baby.
So am I happy
about the baby? Am I excited? Yes.
Am I angry? Am I disgusted? Yes. Am
I frustrated with what another baby is going to do to my life and finances?
Yep.
Maybe one
day, when a woman who is raped and feels the same feelings I felt when she
learns she is pregnant, she will look at my beautiful daughter and know that it
is okay to somehow get through a difficult and traumatic pregnancy because she
too will be rewarded with a beautiful human being.
So there you
have it. I won’t be hushed. I’m not going to stop trying to make people
listen and understand. I’ll continue to
fight our failed justice system. I’ll continue
to be a voice for women. I’ll continue
to be a voice for unborn babies conceived through rape. I’ll continue . . . .
BIO: Aimee Kidd is a mother of 6, self-employed,
in Casper, Wyoming, and is a pro-life blogger for Save The 1. Read Aimee's follow-up blog where she shares how she came to realize life was the right choice: http://savethe1.blogspot.com/2017/01/raped-pregnant-and-determined-to-abort.html
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