Activist Abby Johnson’s story is well-known in the pro-life community, as her incredible journey from working as the director of a Planned Parenthood clinic in Texas to becoming one of the nation’s most staunch and vocal anti-abortion voices is quite fascinating.
But what some might not know are the final details and scenarios surrounding what led Johnson to leave her role at the controversial women’s health care organization.
Over the years, Johnson has openly shared her story. And in an extensive interview back in 2013, she told TheBlaze how she started as a volunteer at Planned Parenthood during her college years, and later ended up running a clinic.
But as time wore on Johnson said a moment came that forced her to reconsider her profession and everything she stood for. With the clinic short-staffed one day, she recalled being asked to assist in an abortion, and that experience changed everything.
“The defining moment for me leaving was assisting and witnessing a live ultrasound abortion procedure and seeing a 13-week old child struggle for his life inside his mother’s womb,” Johnson told TheBlaze. “It was really shocking for me to witness that mainly because I had been told by Planned Parenthood that the fetus didn’t have any sensory development until [later].”
In her 2016 book, “The Walls Are Talking: Former Abortion Clinic Workers Tell Their Stories,” Johnson also recounted a particularly horrific situation involving a woman who was pregnant with quadruplets.
The woman seemed scared and uncertain about having an abortion, though her boyfriend wanted her to go through with it.
After visiting Johnson’s clinic, she was hesitant and left, but her boyfriend reportedly took her to a different clinic — one that Johnson described as a “more of a butcher shop.” That woman then came back to Planned Parenthood with complications — and that’s when the unthinkable happened. Johnson described the scene in “The Walls Are Talking,” with Live Action sharing a portion of the text:
We guided her into the bathroom, undressed her from the waist down, and instructed her to sit on the toilet. We were all horrified at the events that unfolded in the next few minutes. The first baby fell into the toilet…we hurried her to the procedure room. It was then that the next two babies fell out and were hanging from her. The arms of the perfectly formed lifeless baby boys were wrapped around each other.…
The fourth baby had to be suctioned out of her. He came out in pieces.
I remember sobbing with a coworker as we sorted through the remains of the fourth baby boy in the POC lab. We cradled [the] tiny intact babies in our arms and cried for them. I knew that I could no longer do this work. I was done.