If you were to pass by the Ladies Center abortion clinic in Pensacola, Florida on a Saturday morning in the early 1990's, you would see a tall, slender, blonde man carrying a sign and calling out to women who entered the building.
His cry of "Mommy, Mommy, don't kill me," could be heard inside the walls of the facility, by staff and customer alike.
The cry resounded even within the killing chamber, and at times, may have had it's desired effect - the saving of an innocent pre-born child only moments before that baby was scheduled to be ripped apart by a suction machine.
