Missionary Trip to the Caribbean - Reported by Brian Clowes, July, 2009.

Like the rest of the world, the Caribbean islands are under heavy attack by population controllers in their insane rush to legalize abortion everywhere by 2015.  At least 20 huge international population control groups peddle their lethal wares and ideology in the Caribbean today, including "Catholics" for a Free Choice, the Center for Reproductive Rights, Family Health International, IPAS, Planned Parenthood, PAHO, the Open Society Institute, the Population Council, USAID and, of course, the United Nations.

The Caribbean did not ask for-and certainly does not need-all of this abortion and birth control.  The average Caribbean family had more than five children in the 1950s.  This number is now about two children per family, which is below replacement, and will continue to slide to a disastrous 1.4 children per family by the middle of this century.  Some Caribbean nations are already suffering from a declining population, and within 20 years the population of the entire region will begin to plunge, accompanied by all of the ghastly social and economic repercussions that Europe is now experiencing.

As far as the population controllers are concerned, the people can burn in Hell, along with their opinions and religious beliefs.  The pro-aborts are a bunch of elitist snobs addicted to money and power, who invariably go to the courts or the United Nations to force their will on the people.  In addition to birth control and abortion, the population control fanatics are already trying to push such bizarre ideas as ersatz homosexual "marriage" and euthanasia on the people of the Caribbean.

In reply to all of this compulsive meddling, my message to the good people of the islands was threefold:

1. Only two things can make you happy in this world: Faith and family.  People who have tried everything else and who have come to their senses will attest to this.

2. It is sometimes said that "It is hard to live as a Catholic, but easy to die as a Catholic."  I must disagree.  We can prove that those who live the Catholic lifestyle the way they should suffer fewer addictions, fewer divorces, fewer diseases, and less depression.  So, the saying should be, "It is easier both to live and to die as a Catholic."

3. The USA recognizes that it cannot just stride into a developing nation and order it to stop having children, because people would accurately perceive us as racists.  Instead, we use pro-abortion organizations to do our bidding.  The values of the population controllers come from Washington, D.C. and London, not from the Caribbean.

Leela Ramdeen, the indefatigable pro-life champion, picked me up for my fifth visit to Port of Spain in Trinidad.  The first event began just hours after I arrived, as I spoke to a group of about 100 at a Charismatic meeting in the "upper room" of the Living Waters Community.  These people truly live the pro-life message.  They minister to the poor, care for the disabled, and defend the most helpless humans of all, while the pro-abortionists write lofty gibberish from on high in their air-conditioned ivory towers, never bothering to mingle with the lower classes and getting their manicured hands all dirty.

"They Will Have to Kill Us All"

The high point of my stay in Trinidad was our meeting with Colm Imbert, leader of the Trinidadian Congress.  I briefly described HLI's vast experience (six million miles of travel to 150 different countries) and our capabilities, and how we are in a unique position to offer assistance to the islands in fending off the various elements of the Culture of Death.

Minister Imbert leaned forward and said the greatest thing I have ever heard any politician say, and this is an exact quote:  "They will have to kill us all before abortion is legalized in Trinidad and Tobago."

The most frenetically schizophrenic pro-abortion group in the Caribbean has to be ASPIRE, which was founded and funded by the Planned Parenthood Federation of America (PPFA).  I put together a presentation to expose ASPIRE's ten most egregious deceptions.  For example, ASPIRE states that there are 19,000 abortions annually in T&T, one-fifth of which end in hospitalizations, and then claims that nobody really knows how many abortions are really being committed.  The group also spent a lot of PPFA's money to do an island-wide survey on abortion, then concluded the study by saying "We argue that public health concerns and human rights should always trump public opinion."

I do believe that perhaps the ASPIRE people have been eating too many exotic mushrooms.

The busiest spot in Port of Spain is Independence Square, and looming directly above its giant Kentucky Fried Chicken franchise is a 20-foot television screen which plays an obscene 35-second condom advertisement every few minutes.  This is the first animated condom billboard I have ever witnessed, and, just like the hundred or so different regular condom billboards I have also seen, has not a hint of the fact that condoms fail one time out of 12.

If This is Tobago, It Must Be Friday

I was up at 5 AM for the early flight to Tobago.  An even dozen listened to me speak, including eleven teachers and a six-inch-long gecko who jumped onto my shoulder and occasionally licked his eyeballs in approval.  The assembly was particularly interested in home-schooling, and most of our time was spent discussing the mechanics of teaching kids at home and the great and terrible responsibility of caring for their souls.  The group seemed skeptical at first, but after I had described the experience my family has had with home-schooling and gave them contact information for Mother Seton Home School in Front Royal, they were making preliminary plans to get started.

Excuse Me, Protect Your What?

I got up at 3:30 AM the next morning to catch the first flight to Barbados.  I wished I could lick my eyeballs like that gecko from the day before, because they felt like they were grinding around in my sockets like rusty ball bearings.

Rose Jackman, co-founder of the Living Waters Community in 1977, met me at the airport.  I was very happy to hear that the Institute for Regenerative Medicine (IRM) had been run out of Villa Nova in St. John's two years ago, following the éxposé of their activities by HLI and BBC.  My wife, Kathy, and I had visited the IRM in 2005, posing as rich American tourists, and had been given the grand tour of the place.  A Ukrainian proctologist, Yuliy Baltaytis, ran the place, which injected liquefied fetal and even newborn organs into rich American and British tourists, with the promise that they could cure any disease from obesity to AIDS.  The BBC exposed this place and others in a program entitled "The Stem-Cell Swindle" in 2006, and Baltaytis packed up and left town.  He is presumably operating a stem-cell scam and body parts operation some other place in the world now.  The money-$25,000 for a 30-minute "treatment"-is just too good to pass up.

Not far from the Bridgetown Cathedral, a large billboard depicts a cricket player holding a condom high with the caption "Protect Your Wicket-Be Safe-Use a Condom."  Ha, ha. How very clever the condom pushers are with their little innuendos.  I suppose they must think it is all very amusing.

"Obamarama" Indeed!

In St. Lucia, a man with the exotic name of Everistus introduced himself and drove me to the Dominican nun's convent and guest center.  I was impressed by his encyclopedic knowledge of St. Lucian politics.  I was even more impressed when he gave me his business card, which read "Senator Everistus Jean Marie, Deputy President of the Saint Lucia Senate."

Kathy and I met Robert Rivas, O.P., in 2005 when he was Bishop of St. Vincent.  He would tell jokes and cook us breakfast every morning.  Now he is Archbishop of Castries in St. Lucia and is certainly the most ardently pro-life bishop I have ever met.  During my short, two-day stay in St. Lucia, I sat in on at least five hours of meetings between Archbishop Rivas and pro-life leaders from the island.  At one of my talks, he concluded the evening by reading a four-page poem he had written entitled "Obamarama," where he called on the President to repent and become a great source of good in the world. 

Slow Times in Grenada-But Not for Me!

I didn't have much to do in Grenada.  When I wasn't slowly ambling along the streets of picturesque St. George's looking for souvenirs for the kids, I let the warm Caribbean sand flow through my toes on the beach as I admired the view.

Oh, how I wish that were true!

In reality, the closest I got to the beach was flying over it on the way in and out.  Mary Anne Redhead met me at the airport late Tuesday night and then proceeded to work me like a rented mule.  Wednesday featured no fewer than seven events, including meeting two bishops and three government ministers, being a guest on a radio and a televsion show, and giving two talks during a 16-hour day.

During my short but vigorous stay in Grenada, I appeared on television and radio, spoke to hundreds of people, including several of Mother Teresa's Sisters of Charity, and even met Prime Minister Tillman Thomas. 

I also spent considerable time with Matthew Darius, O.P., Bishop of St. George's in Grenada, who is another powerful pro-life force in the Caribbean.  He told me that if the government ever tried to legalize abortion or homosexual "marriage" in Grenada, he would lead his people into the streets in protest-and the Anglican bishop would join him, as well as many others.

My five-island journey ended after a flight back to Port of Spain and a night's rest before heading back to Front Royal.  It had been a whirlwind of a trip, but we got a lot accomplished.  The pro-life movement is alive and eager to move ahead all over the Caribbean, and I can see the promising fruits that will inevitable result from leaders of the Church and state working together to keep a great evil from the shores of their beautiful islands.

As happens so many times on these missionary trips, I was sorry to leave but happy to go, torn between regret at departing from such wonderful pro-life champions and eagerness to get home to Kathy and my kids.