How do you do this? The cold,emotionless look upon the faces of these men? Were they able to sleep well at night? Did they have children of their own to whom they returned at night? If so, how did they not see their own sons and daughters in the faces of children to whom they did such horrors? When did these men lose their conscience? Where did the transition take place from young boys who had feelings, who loved their mothers and fathers, who played without violence, to cold, calculating murderers for a government that told them that certain people, regardless of their age, were unfit to live?

How do you do to the unborn what you do and sleep at night? How does one dissect a living human being after it is born and call it a “right,” tearing apart the body with the same emotionless face we see here. How does a woman with children of her own callously describe the killing of an unborn child with a coldness that would make the devil himself astonished with wonder?

There is a whole dimension of evil which is hard, if not impossible, to understand. Where does the humanity of such people go at times like this? What happens to the image of God which is still in them, no matter how deeply buried in their psyches? Does it come forth to bother them sometime later, long after the war is over and the country has returned to some vestige of sanity? If they survived the war, were they still as unfeeling about the things they had done? Or did they wind up alcoholics in some Berlin slum because the burning memories would not leave them alone and only alcohol could ease the pain.

What will the abortion generation look like in fifty years from now? Will they be old women who are obscene caricatures of humanity in a nursing home somewhere, blowing off any semblance of repentance for the evil they have done with vulgar insults to anyone who offers them God’s repentance? Or will they be as a woman I saw when standing in front of the abortion clinic on Front Street on Harrisburg, now mercifully closed after years of protests and Rosaries?

She lurched down the sidewalk, going back and forth in front of the line of us who were praying for an end to the horror taking place inside the low-slung, unremarkable building in front of us. Inside, children would be murdered that morning. Outside, I was told, “She has had ten abortions. She comes here to stand with us, but she’s always drunk.”

Congratulations,  Governor Cuomo. You have sentenced unknown numbers of women to a lifetime of sorrow and regret, selling them a false narrative designed to deaden their consciences, just as Hitler did with a whole nation who quietly turned their eyes from the truth and their consciences off.