Alissa Rubin

BATON ROUGE-Brent Cadle, 16, drops onto all fours and looks up at his even younger audience. “First, we never walk; we crawl,” be says. The 40 children and a few parents sitting on the floor around him hug their knees and watch, rapt. No crankiness or yawning although it is 10:20 at night and some have been traveling for several days. “Second, what do you do when a policeman puts his hand on your head?” Cadle, a strong looking All-American type wearing shorts and a baseball cap with the brim facing back, surveys the room. Silence. “Do you keep going?” More silence. “No and you don’t hit his shoe. You don’t touch him. You back away and you go around him.” Some kids’ mouths drop open. “If one person did that, it wouldn’t make much difference because he would just follow you, but imagine if 10, 20, 30 of us do it. They won’t be able to keep up.” A young anti-abortion demonstrator is arrested in Buffalo, New York last April during Operation Rescue’s “Spring

“A voice was heard in Ramah, lamentation and bitter weeping; Rachel weeping for her children…because they were no more.” Jeremiah, Chapter 31, Verse 15. Gina’s hands move constantly. She never looks directly at the other women around the table. Her frail frame and smooth skin make the 18-year old seem more child than woman. “I’ve cried and cried,” said Gina. The other women nod sympathetically. “I had my abortion on April 19 last year. It will be coming up on Easter. I know my baby is a boy. His name is Russell. His birthday is coming up and he is having it in heaven. I know he loves me.” Rev. Robert Schaenck of Buffalo, NY holds a 17 to 19 week old fetus outside of the hotel where Bill Clinton was staying during the Democratic National Convention in New York. (AP/Wide World photo) Wooden crucifixes punctuate the pale blue cinder block walls of the room where Gina is telling her story. A two-foot tall plaster model of the Christ child stands in one corner; in