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Calls for an end to abortion in United States

Vox Pop

I was hiking in farming countryside when I noticed a long red wall on a hill in one of the fields around me. “What is a wall doing out here in the middle of hay fields?”, I wondered. My curiosity got the best of me, so I went through the ditch, over the white board fence, and walked towards the wall, which became larger and larger, the closer that I got to it.

When I got to the red wall, I noticed that it was made of red bricks, with white mortar. I guessed the height to be about ten feet.

I was at the end of the wall, and could not see the other end, so I began to walk along side of it. I walked on and on, but still I could not see the other end. Before I knew it, it was getting dark. I was tired, so I went to sleep under a nearby tree.

I awakened early the next morning, and resumed my walk along the red wall. I walked all day, and when night came, there was still no end in sight. Exhausted, I fell into a deep sleep.

When I awakened in the morning, I was still determined to find the far end of the wall, so I began walking again, now feverishly, but again, night came without finding the end. I went to sleep.

The next day, with my strength renewed from a good night’s sleep, I was again determined to reach the far end of the red wall, after all, how much farther could it be?

Up a hill, down a valley, up another, down. “It has to be just over the next hill,” I kept saying to myself, just over the next hill.” But as much as I walked, as hard as I tried, again, night came with no end of the wall in sight.

When morning came, I thought, “This is it! I am going to come to the end of the wall today, or else!” So I began to walk at a pace that I had never walked before. Up a hill, through a valley, up, down, then up again. I still did not see the end of the wall in the distance, so I started to walk faster! But as hard as I tried, sunset came, with no sight of the end of the wall.

The next morning I began to wonder if the wall had an end. But I continued to walk, and in the afternoon, as I reached the top of a high hill, I finally saw the end! So on I went! When I got close enough, I noticed a large crew working, laying up the bricks. As I approached them, I asked, “Who are you? Why are you building this wall? I’ve never seen anything like this before. What does all of this mean?”

“This wall is being built to remember little children,” answered one of the men.

“What little children?” I asked. “Each one of the bricks in this wall represents a child that was killed by abortion in this country since 1973. The bricks are red to represent the blood of the babies. The mortar is white to represent the innocence of the little boys and girls that were killed.”

‘’Each brick represents a baby that was killed by abortion. Why, I must have walked 200 miles!” I exclaimed.

“That’s right,” another of the men answered, “This wall is ten feet high, and two hundred miles long. Each red brick represents one innocent boy or girl that was killed by abortion in this country since 1973. In the time that it took you to walk the distance of the wall, another 20,000 babies have been killed. The Killing continues, so we continue to lay up bricks. When will it stop? When will it stop? When will it stop?” the man kept asking, louder and louder.

I awoke. It was all a dream. But when I was full awake, I realized that it wasn’t a dream at all. It is a living nightmare. Over 60 million babies really have been killed by abortion in this country since 1973. When will it stop? When will it stop? When will it stop?

— Ed Acker, Rib Lake