In fact, I found it interesting that former abortionists who have repented later told there stories. One common thread was that they themselves wouldn't look at the remains in the sock of the 'vacuum cleaner.' They may have early on, but someone else checks the remains. They had trouble with the ultrasound as well. It's far easier to deliberately turn a blind eye to obvious evil. Some finally looked, and knew immediately that a murder was committed. Here are a few revealing snippets from former abortionists via Pro-Life America:

Former abortionist, Joseph Randall, M.D., says, "The picture of the baby on the ultrasound bothered me more than anything else. The staff couldn't take it. Women who were having abortions were never allowed to see the ultrasound."

Former abortionist, David Brewer, M.D., says, "My heart got callous against the fact that I was a murderer, but that baby lying in a cold bowl educated me to what abortion really was."

Former abortionist, McArthur Hill, M.D., says, "I am a murderer. I have taken the lives of innocent babies and I have ripped them from their mother's wombs with a powerful vacuum machine."

"I didn't have a moral or ethical background when I went into residency. I remember the first abortion I witnessed. It was performed by the resident physician. I didn't know what to expect. It was my job afterward to undo the jar and see what was inside. It was a new experience, and I've always found it exciting to learn new things. When I opened the little bag, the resident physician said, `Put it on the blue cloth to see if we got everything out.'

"I put it on the towel, and there were parts of a person. I saw a head, ribs, tiny hands, arms. It was as if someone put a hot poker into me. I had a conscience, and that hurt. I said, `I guess you got it all.' I had no real convictions, and I was caught in the middle. I didn't do anything. I didn't talk to anyone. I got to see another abortion, and then another. As I saw more abortions, it hurt less.

"The first one I did was hard. But after a while, it didn't hurt. My heart was calloused against the fact that I was a murderer. When I was an intern I had to take care of the `candy apple babies' (Babies who are delivered after saline abortions usually look similar in color to a candy apple because the outer layer of skin is burned off by the poisonous salt solution.) One night a lady delivered, and I was called to see her because she was uncontrollable. She was going to pieces, screaming and thrashing. All the patients were upset. I walked in, and there was her little saline abortion baby kicking and moving for a little while before it died of those terrible burns.

The reality of what is in the womb is no longer at issue. In essence, it is no longer an issue about what the baby is, but rather where the baby is.  The argument is the personhood of the baby. In essence, the pro-aborts have painted themselves into the same corner that the pro-slavery movement found itself in so many years ago. As the argument went then, a slave really isn't a person. The argument was that there were two different "persons" in the U.S. Constitution. One for slaves, and one for everyone else. As ridiculous as that sounds today, it held water for many years, primarily by judicial fiat perpetrated by activist judges legislating from the bench rather than upholding the Constitution. An ironic parallel in history indeed. The pro-aborts are in the same place today. If ever you want to condone murder, simply redefine someone as a non-person. Viola! Problem solved! Reality, of course, is quite different and not subject to man-made legal definitions.

In whatever argument you find yourself with a pro-abort, or those sitting on the fence, never forget the baby.