Letter from Jail: Will Goodman shares his experience of being jailed for defending God's least ones.

Will Goodman in cuffs for defending the lives of the innocents

Editor's note: Five rescuers remain in jail for violating the so called FACE Act at a D.C. abortion killing center in 2020. Many political prisoners have shared their experiences of being jailed for defying the tyrants in power who treat abortion like a sacred sacrament.

I met Will Goodman, the author of the letter below, several years ago when I supported one of the Red Rose Rescues in D.C. The Garland 9 event was not a Red Rose Rescue but a traditional blocking rescue where participants put themselves physically between the murderer and his victims which is why the Freedom of Access to Clinic Entrances Act - FACE - came into play. I was impressed at the time with Will's tremendous love for the babies and his desire to save their mothers from a lifetime of guilt and grief. A true gentleman, he is a model of manly strength and sacrifice! His letter is truly one that should be among other famous "letters from prison." It is short but filled with courage and faith. God bless him and the others who remain in jail and will likely receive draconian punishment when they return to court for sentencing. This is "justice" in today's system where murderers, looters, and rapists often receive a slap on the wrist, while those who try to stop the murder of little ones in the womb are prosecuted and jailed. Call it the Gulag because that's what it is!

The Letter:

I am blessed to have a narrow 2 inch long window by which to see the blue sky. Deo gratias.

It's labor day weekend and it seems I am right where God wants me to be, even if it's not so much where I wanted to be. In some ways a jail cell is like a womb in that it is a place of confinement, hope and waiting. You are in the dark regarding all that's happening in the world. Far away from the action. But you are close to God ...despite the times of feeling alone. It can be a place of life and growth. It may sound strange, but in some ways I feel closer to my persecuted preborn sisters and brothers here than almost anywhere (save maybe for in a church during the Liturgy or inside a fully operational killing facility). The jail retreat makes you feel invisible to the world. Helpless and absent. Separated. Muted. It makes me mourn the many tens of thousands of little ones who die alone. And helpless. And separated. Their tiny cries muted. Dying at abortion chambers where all humanity is utterly absent. These heavy thoughts haunt me constantly here. I am heartbroken over how tragically alone God's children are inside these killing facilities. :( And yet, I am more convinced as ever for the need of rescue and this particular gift of self - which one offers to the perishing - as also a personal presence of peace and conscience to the parents at the last moment. Rescue is a truthful witness of love, before love comes too late, with the hope that love will conquer selfishness and fear. It is also a witness of nonviolence in a place of awful violence. A witness to hope in the gallows of despair. Rescuers seek to join Christ the Divine Rescuer Who is the Light of Hope. I suppose there's a certain fittingness for rescuers to be incarcerated over Labor Day weekend. A witness of good against evil is our labor. And our small gift of loving reparation.