Silent Screams

On my way to a nearby town, I regularly pass an area where there is a short road running parallel to the main road I travel. Thirteen years ago, a 16 year old young man had been gifted a powerful new car by his father. On a fateful evening that summer, with three friends in the car with him, the 16 year old turned onto the short road and apparently decided to impress his passengers by testing the car’s limits. It was a horrifically bad decision. While traveling at an estimated speed of 129 mph, he lost control and hit a tree, killing himself and two of his passengers. When his father was notified, he rushed to the site from his nearby home and later suffered a (non-fatal) heart attack. When I pass by, I often think of that accident and I imagine that there must be silent screams still echoing from the site of the impact. Three young lives were cut short and one was left to deal with the aftermath.

In 1984, eleven years after the Supreme Court issued its Roe vs. Wade decision, a documentary called Silent Scream debuted. Obstetrician Bernard Nathanson, who was instrumental in the production of the film, performed thousands of abortions before changing his mind after ultrasound technology made it possible to see the baby in the womb. The film included ultrasound footage of the abortion of a twelve-week-old baby, revealing that the baby opened its mouth during the abortion procedure in what Nathanson called a silent scream. According to National Right to Life, there have been more than 63,000,000 abortions performed in the U.S. since 1973. These babies had no voice, but their silent screams echo just the same.

Now, in 2024, after four years of propaganda, lies, fraud, coercion and mandates, the silent screams are from the covid vaccine injured and their families, as well as from the families of those killed by the vaccines or the deadly hospital protocols. Not silent because they don’t speak up, but because the world is largely ignoring them, or mocking them, or gaslighting them. Their silent screams echo in my mind and heart.

I have been active in the pro-life movement. I have stood on a sidewalk by a busy road holding a sign which simply stated, “Stop Abortion.” For that act, I and the others with me were the beneficiaries of rude gestures and screamed obscenities. One person screamed, “Kill them all!” I have stood outside a clinic to pray and sing, watching in sorrow as the cars turn in to the parking lot and the women walk inside. I’ve seen what appeared to be parents escorting their daughter inside. Facing us as we stand are some of the clinic escorts, wearing rainbow colored vests. I can’t be sure, but once it appeared that one of the escorts was emotionally affected by our presence. We hear from the various clinic locations about women who decide not to murder their baby and there are Christian organizations ready to help them with practical needs. Through one of those pregnancy centers, the pack-n-play my little grandson slept in once or twice was passed on to a mother in need. Churches such as mine are outspoken regarding abortion, as they should be, but what about the events of the last four years? What about the trans agenda, which is destroying bodies and lives? We have become a culture of death. Meanwhile, even as I hear of vaccinated congregants repeatedly getting sick, having strokes or heart attacks, or developing brain cancer or pancreatic cancer soon after receiving a booster shot, the church is quiet for the most part. I know vaccinated children who are diagnosed as autistic and/or ADHD. Some of their parents now realize childhood vaccines caused their child’s problems. Imagine living with that guilt. More silent screams. No one is warning them.

I wanted so badly to share what I was learning about the harms of the vaccines, but it seemed no one wanted to hear. After a close friend was so badly injured by a covid booster shot that her ministry in a foreign country had to be suspended, I was extremely angry and upset. Then I learned that one of our Bible class teachers asked for prayer for her, assured class members that such injuries were rare, and urged them to get a booster shot! There was a vaccine injured woman in the class, but she did not have the courage to confront him. I offered to lend the teacher Dr. Peter McCullough’s book, The Courage to Face Covid-19, but he said it was too divisive and he didn’t want to get involved. I was learning about more and more instances of harms most likely attributable to the vaccines. The few of us at church who were aware were slinking around and whispering to each other. I was sharing a great deal on Facebook and was probably being shadow banned, because everyone loved the sweet photos of my grandchildren or my flowers, but not my covid posts. I started sneaking vaccine info onto Nextdoor and got kicked off. I waited them out, refusing to say that I would be a good little girl and post only approved things, and eventually I was let back on. I posted more about vaccines and a comment was removed because it was said to be misinformation. I was invited to appeal, so I submitted evidence for my post, but was not in the least surprised that it didn’t make any difference. I’m still doing it, because if one person reads my post, questions and begins to research, it is worth the hassle of being laughed at or called a lunatic.

In my opinion, the covid/vaccine issue is just as much a pro-life issue as abortion. I was frustrated that most churches seemed oblivious and some religious leaders were promoting the shots. I had so much pent up emotion and nothing to do with it. One morning I believe Jesus gave me the idea to write on Substack, complete with a title: Outside of the Camp (based on Hebrews 13:13 - Let us, then, go to him outside the camp, bearing his disgrace.) Believe me, I am not a person of great influence, but I can do something. So can you. You can probably do much more than me. My husband and I are our own little group of two called Paperclip Resistance. We wear 4” paperclips and occasionally get asked about it, which sometimes leads to good conversations. I have designed a simple handout with some websites for people to check out. Recently, we met a few of my husband’s former co-workers for breakfast. One of the guys asked about our paperclips. I whipped out my handouts and gave one to each person. One was actually interested and seemed knowledgeable; the other three sat there in silence. A lady at my church was interested and as we went on to discuss childhood vaccines, she inspired me to do as she does and educate young couples. I have since talked to one couple and provided information for them to research. I just can’t shut up about this when so many are being harmed and killed. If I lose my motivation, or if you have lost yours, we should be inspired by reading the poignant lament below the photo, written by a vaccine injured person who is being treated by Dr. Pierre Kory. The vaccine injured and bereaved need us to advocate for them and we need to get out of our comfort zones. These are crimes against humanity and we must get involved in the fight.

Submitted by the pseudonymous author “Caustly Lessens” and posted by Dr. Kory on his Substack:

We’re Not Invisible

We’re not invisible 

We’re here in plain sight 

You just refuse to look 

And understand our plight 

We suffer in silence 

As you smother our voice 

We trusted the fraud 

And made the wrong choice 

Some of us have perished 

Some of us remain 

Those who have been damaged 

Will never be the same 

Those who have been injured 

And in constant pain 

These are the people 

You seek to blame 

You knocked us off balance 

With jabs and gaslighting 

But we remain steadfast 

And we’ll keep on fighting 

We’re not invisible 

We’re just not recognized 

When even friends and family 

Leave us feeling ostracized 

You still flood the channels 

With those deadly lies 

As the losses mount 

Before our eyes 

With your mainstream madness 

You deceive with impunity 

While only the manufacturers 

Are receiving immunity 

You’re on the wrong side of history 

The wrong side of humanity 

The wrong side of morality 

And the wrong side of sanity 

We stepped into a nightmare 

That will not end 

But we’re resilient 

And we will not bend 

When the poisoned apple 

Is offered anew 

We won’t take a bite 

No more witches brew 

We’re not invisible 

We have names and faces 

Yet It seems like you would 

Rather erase us 

For more info on Paperclip Resistance:

https://asclifton1971.substack.com/p/the-great-paperclip-resistance

https://asclifton1971.substack.com/p/my-first-paperclip-resistance-handout