By any logical measure, Angele - a strikingly attractive woman in her thirties with long hair and a model's cheekbones - should have been on the sidelines, protesting against the marchers. After all, the divorced mother of two had been raped and subsequently exercised her choice to have a mid-trimester abortion. But things didn't quite go according to plan.
On April 1, 2005, she told me, she went to an abortion clinic in Orlando, Florida to terminate the pregnancy. A physician induced labor, but clinic employees forgot to administer the digoxin intended to stop the fetal heart. The next day, she delivered a 1 lb. 1 oz. baby boy in a toilet in the clinic's grimy restroom. He was still alive.
She can't explain what happened next. No longer a fetus, the tiny boy was now legally a person under federal law and entitled to constitutional protection under the Born Alive Infants Protection Act. She screamed for help as she stroked and sang to the infant she had tried to kill the day before. When she realized that clinic employees would not help her save him, she had a friend call 911, but help never came.
Excerpt from Barbara Hollingsworth's column on January 26.