Edited to add: Please be advised that the news story and blog post below contain perturbing information and one photo about late-term infanticide in China. Reader discreation is advised.
As reported yesterday on Life Site News:
LINYI CITY, Shandong Province, China, April 3, 2012 (LifeSiteNews.com) - A chilling photograph circulating in China shows the body of a 9-months-gestation baby submerged in a bucket of water, apparently a victim of the country’s one-child policy.
Digital Journal reports that the photograph, in which the head and arm of a child can be seen underwater in a large red bucket on the floor, was posted to the Chinese web services company Baidu before it was circulated on Weibo, the country’s version of Twitter, last week.
The abortion appears to have taken place on March 26 after Chinese family planning police in the town of Moshan hunted down the family because the couple already had one child.
According to English reports regarding the original post, the pregnant mother was forcibly held down as she was given an injection to induce labor, after which the baby “even gave a cry when it came out,” but was left in a bucket to drown.
As horrific and inhumane as this case is, it is hardly an isolated incident. It happens tens of thousands of times, each year, all over China.
Here is the first-hand account of one mom:
Testimony for Tom Lantos Human Rights Commission HearingNovember 10, 2009Wujian, citizen of the People’s Republic of China
- MY “LITTLE FOOT,” MY LIFELONG PAIN -
My name is Wujian. I was born in a small village in northern China. During my daily life, I tried to smile at everyone while at the bottom of my heart there is engraved a record of an unforgettable experience from hell.It was the winter of 2004 when I found out that I was pregnant. It was beautiful to sense this life growing inside of me: what a miracle! Meanwhile, I was also very fearful since I did not have the Permit for Pregnancy or the Birth Permit, which means, according to Chinese law, this baby was not allowed to be born into this world. This baby would have to die in my womb. During that time in my hometown, this was the law decided by the Chinese Family Planning policy which brought fear on every family. Not only were my parents and family at risk, but also my other relatives.Time flew as the little baby grew daily in my womb. While the baby moved more and more actively in my body, the maternal love also increased. The word “MOM” was not just a word anymore; it became a reality in my life. My baby and I were one, sharing the same blood.Pretty soon, my lower stomach began to bulge. In order to protect my baby, I had to hide myself in a very old, shabby house in a remote area. There was no electricity at all in the room, and it was very dark even during the day. Fear and loneliness filled me every day, but as long as I could have my baby, I could stand anything. Many times, I was wakened at night by nightmares, as I dreamed that I was hunted and arrested by the Family Planning government officials and forced to have an abortion.Eventually, the Family Planning government officials found out about my pregnancy. So they searched all over trying to arrest me, and while they could not find me, then they caught my father instead. They put my father into the detention center and beat him every day. On the fourth day after they caught my father, one neighbor came and told me that my father was dying: they would continue beating my father – even to death – until I went to the local hospital to get abortion. My heart was broken into pieces as I faced this terrifying dilemma: either my father or my baby, one of them had to die, and I had to make the decision.Very soon after this, the worst thing happened: when several Family Planning government officials broke into the house where I was hiding, and without any words, they drug me into their van.As soon as I got into the van, I found that another Mom was already inside the van. She told me she was carrying her first baby, and that she was 28 years old. She did not have the Permit of Pregnancy or the Birth Permit, and she was 7 months pregnant. She was so eager to keep this baby that she was fighting with the government officers in the van. Suddenly, one government official at his 20's slapped her on the face and immediately her mouth began to bleed. Being thus insulted, she screamed like a lion and fought with the Family Planning government officials.About one hour later, the van stopped in the hospital. As soon as I was drug out of the van, I saw hundred of pregnant Moms there – all of them, just like pigs in the slaughterhouse. Immediately I was drug into a special room, and without any preliminary medical examination, one nurse did Oxytocin injection intravenously. Then I was put into a room with several other Moms.The room was full of Moms who had just gone through a forced abortion. Some Moms were crying, some Moms were mourning, some Moms were screaming, and one Mom was rolling on the floor with unbearable pain.I was not very sensitive to the oxytocin injection, and then I was pulled into another small room. One nurse pulled out one, big, 8-inch long needle for intramuscular injection. I had never seen such big, long needle in my life. As soon as they pulled away my clothes, the nurse put her hand around my lower stomach; the fear and her cold hand caused my abdominal muscle to spasm. Because of that, for a while, the nurse could not do the injection.At that moment, I was the only Mom in the room. I began begging the nurse while I cried, , “I have already had the oxytocin injection, please let me go; I will go as far away as possible and I will not tell anyone else what you had done for me and I will be grateful for you for the rest of my life.” The nurse did not respond to my begging—she looked like wood.Then I kept saying to her, “You are an angel, as a nurse or a doctor who is helping people and saving peoples’ life; how could you become a killer by killing people every day?” I could hardly see her face because she wearied a big mask. Soon she became very angry at what I said, and told me that I talked too much. She also told me that there was nothing serious about this whole thing for her. She did these all year. She also told me that there were over 10,000 forced abortions in our county just for that year, and I was having just one of them. I was astonished by her words and I realized that my baby and I were just like a lamb on the cutting board. Finally, she put the big, long needle into the head of my baby in my womb. At the moment, it was the end of the world for me and I felt even time had stopped. I hardly knew that something worse would happen later.After the injection, my baby became very quiet for a whole day. I was so naive that I thought I could leave the hospital because I had finished the forced injection. I wondered if perhaps my baby was lucky enough that s/he could survive.To my great surprise, the next evening I was drug into a surgical room. I was asked to lie down on a surgical table; it was the Guillotine for me and for my baby. While I was lying down on the surgical table I found that there was bloody fingerprint on the wall, left by other Moms during their surgery of a forced abortion.One doctor told me that I brought too much trouble to them already because my baby was supposed to flow out by itself after the injection. Since it did not come out as expected, they decided to cut my baby into pieces in my womb with scissors, and then suck it out with a special machine.What I had done in my life that made me deserve this kind of punishment? What evil thing was this all about? Even a wild animal like a tiger will give her life to save their own baby tiger. As a Mom and a human being, could I not even protect the life of my baby?I did not have any time to think as this most horrifying surgery began by force. I could hear the sound of the scissors cutting the body of my baby in my womb. I could feel that, little by little, my baby was cut into pieces; s/he was separated from my body. S/he was the flesh of my flesh, the bone of my bone, a part of my body. That kind of pain not only killed my body, but also killed my emotions and my feelings.“How could I be a Mom? What’s wrong with me?” I cried while talking to my baby and I preferred to die together with my baby at that moment. Nothing sounded meaningful at all for me in this world: In fact, part of me had already died – part of me was already gone and gone forever!Eventually the journey in hell, the surgery was finished, and one nurse showed me part of a bloody foot with her tweezers. Through my tears, the picture of the bloody foot was engraved into my eyes and into my heart, and so clearly I could see the five small bloody toes. Immediately the baby was thrown into a trash can…Finally, I was allowed to go home from the hospital. I did not eat anything, or even drink any water, for several days. I barely talked with anyone. From time to time at home, I could hear the mourning of my father. He was released after I was caught, but he had been beaten terribly; it took him over a month to recover physically. Looking at my father, thinking of my dead baby, I cried day and night, and frequently the picture of the little bloody foot came up in my mind. Physically I recovered after about one month, but psychologically and spiritually – never!At that time, I got a migraine headache, and it is with me up to today.Some people have said that time is the best medicine and time can heal everything. But this is not the case for me: as time goes on, the suffering is getting worse and worse and memory is getting clearer and clearer.Thank God I became a Christian; God did help me and healed me. The Bible teaches us that as long as we confess our sin, we will be forgiven. Frequently I come to the Lord, asking for forgiveness. I know God has already forgiven my sin, but very often I could not forgive myself. I do believe that I will meet my baby again in heaven. If God allows, I will ask the forgiveness from my baby when I see him/her in heaven.As a Chinese saying says, whenever you have broken your tooth, you swallow it by yourself. I never shared this experience with anyone before, because the scars in my heart are one million times more painful than the scars on my body!While I was writing this short testimony, several times I cried out and I could not continue writing. I knew that there are millions of Chinese sisters are suffering and will suffer the same thing that I suffered.Who could help them? Who could save them? The one-child policy and forced abortion policy have killed millions of innocent lives in China. How could this inhuman crime be stopped? When could this inhuman crime be stopped?May God forgive me, that on that day I will meet my baby in heaven!
The same website gives the harrowing accounts of two other mothers, Wang Liping and Liu Dan. Again, these are daily occurrences in China. Remember, this is the same country that is trying to make the offensive slogans for their forcible family planning more palpable:
If you don't receive the tubal ligation surgery by the deadline, your house will be demolished!"
"We would rather scrape your womb than allow you to have a second child!"
"Kill all your family members if you don't follow the rule!"
"Once you get captured, an immediate tubal ligation will be done; Should you escape, we'll hunt you down; If you attempt a suicide, we'll offer you either the rope or a bottle of poison."
Not only as Christians, but just human beings in general, we should be outraged and disgusted by such mass slaughter of human beings, the violation of the rights of parents, and the evil government behind all this. Would any normal person think this is acceptable? Would they say "these doctors and nurses are normal, and I love them"? What if I said, "Hitler was normal, and I love him?" Only a complete monster would have such notions, one who him/herself has been turned into an animal lacking any natural affections.
The Bible calls such people "reprobates", which basically means there is no more hope for them. Because they hated and rejected God, He in turn rejected them. They will go to the hell when they die, and there is zero hope for them in this life. Romans chapter 1 is one place in the Bible that explains this.
Invariably, I get accused of being hateful. I will be the first to admit that I do, in fact, hate some people - reprobates as explained above. Yes, God is a god of love, but he DOES come to hate some. Otherwise, why would He torture anyone, in hell, forever - out of love??? You would have to be entirely insane to believe that.
Several months ago, a guy showed up at our church. We have visitors weekly, and they come from all walks of life. Consequently, occasionally we get evil people in the mix, too. This particular guy, who was claiming to be a Bible-believing Christian, had a general air of cockiness about him, spouted off about his theological expertise, threw out the names of typical big-name preachers that he claimed to have known so intimately, all while looking like your garden-variety, burned-out, long-haired and slovenly dressed old hippie.
In addition to trying to discuss all sorts of unbiblical and false doctrine with my husband and defending Obama, he finally attacked my husband for our large family size, saying "Why do you even have all these kids? You shouldn't be allowed to have so many kids", and then saying how the US should adopt and enforce a one-child policy like China. Never mind that we take full responsibility for our own children, financially and otherwise, and reject all government assistance, while this liberal Democrat is all about free handouts and big government.
Thankfully at this point, my husband in no uncertain terms made it clear to this pervert that he was no longer welcome, and had to leave immediately. No, such people cannot any more be reached. They are evil, and their only goal in life is to hurt and destroy as many lives as they can. No normal human being can look at six happy, healthy, well-dressed children and think: "five of these should be murdered". They do not look at a pregnant mother and think she is a problem in need of fixing, by means of murder of her unborn.
My only comfort is that there is a special place in hell for these reprobates. God WILL settle the score on behalf of the innocent victims.