Silent no more
By Christine Dubois
The Catholic Northwest Progress
Western Washington State Catholic Community
January 20, 2005
(The following is a portion of the entire article)
Lee Anne Martinez has never before spoken
publicly about her 1970 abortion. But on Jan. 29, the 52-year-old mother of
three will take the microphone in downtown Seattle.
“I’m scared,” admits Martinez, who lives in
Belfair and attends Our Lady Star of the Sea Parish in Bremerton, “but with the
grace of God, I can do this. I want to put a face and a voice to abortion. . . .
“I am your sister, your daughter, your mother,
your aunt,” she plans to tell the gathering. “I am every woman -- not bad, not
good. I am just like you. I made a mistake, which was compounded by murder, and
for that, my life changed irrevocably. If I keep silent, no one will benefit
from my experience.”
Silent No More
event, to be held Jan. 29 at Westlake Park in Seattle at 11 a.m., is the first
such gathering in the state, and one of about 20 throughout the country this
month. The campaign is sponsored by Project
Noel and Priests for
Area coordinator Mary Emanuel, an Internet
marketing consultant and member of Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta Parish in
Woodinville, says women generally don’t speak about their experience with
“You get to hear from the people marketing
this product, but you never hear from the people who tried it,” she notes. “I
hope this will raise awareness about the devastation that abortion brings to
women, and to men, and that women who are hurting because of an abortion and
have kept the pain inside themselves will start to speak out and find help.”
Back in 1970, Martinez was a single,
18-year-old college student when she discovered she was pregnant. She planned to
have the baby and put it up for adoption. But her parents had other plans.
“You’re going to pack your bags and go to Tokyo for an abortion,” they told her.
(Abortion was illegal in the United States but legal in Japan at that time.)
“They put me on a table and injected me with a
saline solution which killed my baby,” Martinez recalls. “I felt my son’s wee
little body struggling, but was helpless to stop the procedure.” She was sent
back to the hotel, where she endured 10 hours of vomiting, diarrhea, and cramps
before returning to the clinic. There, “I was knocked out and the baby was
removed from me.”
Later, she and her mother played gin rummy at
the hotel. “Why did we have to do it this way?” Martinez asked.
“Because if you saw your child, you would have
wanted to keep him,” her mother explained. “Now you have an opportunity to go on
with your education and have a career.”
Martinez did finish her degree and took a job
teaching English overseas. But it was all “with a huge hole inside me.” Her
self-esteem plummeted, she had thoughts of suicide, and she engaged in substance
abuse and other risky behaviors to mask the pain. She was haunted by thoughts of
her baby and fantasized that he had survived the abortion and was being raised
by the Japanese doctor. For years, she told no one what had happened.
In 1985, she met her-husband-to-be, and knew
she had to tell him the truth. His response was blunt: “You killed your baby.”
“No, I didn’t,” she answered indignantly. But
his words stayed with her. “That was the first time -- 16 years after my
abortion -- that I had heard the truth.”
The couple tried for years to get pregnant.
Doctors could find no medical reason, but Martinez believes her fertility
problems are tied to her abortion.
Today her husband, Mel, and their three
adopted sons (ages 11, 12 and 17) fill her life with joy. Still, she can’t
forget the baby she named Matthew Dean.
“This will never quit hurting,” she says. “I
will never get over it. My son is not with me, my grandchildren are not with me.
I will never have somebody who looks like me. My genetic line stopped in April
Martinez, who became a Catholic in 1988, says
it’s the grace and forgiveness of Jesus Christ that have helped her carry on.
“I see our blessed Mother with all the babies
around her feet, baby-sitting,” she says. “And one day, my prayer is to be
reunited with my child.”
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