President Obama may call himself bi-partisan, but his appointments on the domestic front reveal his true allegiances.

We had already revealed that in this post, at paragraph seven.  There is good reason to beleive that the Left will use this platform to persecute the pro-life movment.

Thanks to CXBELL for this heads up.   Pictured at the left is a pro-abortion activist attorney named David Ogden, who will probably soon be one of the most powerful attorneys in the pantheon of federal bureacrats ruling over us. 

One year ago the ArchAngel Institute presented an online introduction that begins with our former Executive Director right here ….  Click on the blue to learn what makes the Institute tick.  Just advance through the posts of last February and you will take a virtual walk through the Institute and learn much about us as you click the next pages.  (Just click on front and center above on the left if you get lost while clicking through our many, many past posts.)

As our Executive Director recently stated in the Catholic press, he has been called onto other tasks.  His retirement speech from 20 years of pro-life activism starts here.  (He is a man who is seldom at a loss for words!)

Stay tuned for more on the Institute, but do realize that 2009 is the Year of the Raphael Division.  We are interested in networking with the living victims of abortion and building, out of 827 Webster Street, a unified voice telling the truth about what happened there and vowing, together, “never again.” 

We have a great start.  The work of the ArchAngel Institute continues.   Please come join us in that important work. 

Email us at archangelinstitute@gmail.com to learn more, or simply drop by the former abortion clinic just northwest of the Allen County Public Library during our office hours of 9:30 – 2:30.

PS  Please pray for Jim Leeson. who just underwent quadruple bypass.  He is recovering.

More than 300 visitors came through the ArchAngel Institute (downstairs at 827 Webster Street) and a few less through the Donegal Corridor (upstairs at 827 Webster Street) on Saturday.  We missed Ms. Susan Hill (three hyperlinks) and Ulrich George Klopfer (two hyperlinks). We hope that they know they are welcome at any of our open houses or prayer meetings.

Here are some pictures of those who did drop by after the March for Life …

THANKS TO ANDY AND CHRIS OF SUPREME COFFEE FOR MAKING OUR OPEN HOUSE A BIG SUCCESS!!!  Call this pro-life fine hot beverage service when you are throwing a party:  627-8100

p.s. Click here to meet a new friend of the Institute.

Let us mark the somber anniversary by listening to those around us who have tasted the shame and grief that is abortion.  Let us mark this somber anniversary by standing with those who have the courage to call their abortions tragic.  Let us mark this somber anniversary by marching in the streets as a silent witness to a nation gone astray.

Join us for the march in Fort Wayne at noon Saturday, January 24 with an open house at the ArchAngel Institute following the march.

Need a reason to march in the cold?  Here are some …

1  http://www.archangelinstitute.org/why-we-march-part-one/

2  http://www.archangelinstitute.org/why-we-march-part-two/

3  http://www.archangelinstitute.org/why-we-march-part-three/

Just as we promised in this link, we have a new brochure for our ArchAngel Raphael Division. Click on the blue link at the end of this article to print it.

Here is a great suggestion: Print the new brochure in color, go to our vault (see the previous post) and print those in color, get copies made, and make a pro-life presentation about the ArchAngel Institute at your church, synagogue or Moose Lodge in January.

post-abortion-brochure

Oh, we will post another new brochure on our prayer services soon, so watch for that.

As I (Bryan) stated in the last post, one of the three major 2008 objectives of the Institute have gone unfulfilled.

This is not meant to detract from the great work that has been accomplished in 2007 and 2008, as the posts on this website and the daily prayer at the remodeled abortion clinic attest. Much as been accomplished! I will have more to say on who and how in the posts to follow.

We have done well on the ArchAngel Raphael directives. Click on the above tile. Most 2008 goals have been met. The former clinic is restored and a post abortive woman now staffs it.

We have set up the studio and completed some recordings on the ArchAngel Gabriel Division. It is ready to go and more sessions are contemplated.

While the ArchAngel Michael Division has been quite productive – perhaps the most productive — much of it is hidden from view. Much of it was me (Bryan) interfacing with the Indiana and Kansas authorities. A book’s worth of materials have been produced and may soon be published.

The post election fires of purgation still burn brightly in Kansas, and some of my former associates are yet being thrown to the lions and under busses there. Here are some posts on that subject. And some more.

And here is a recent KS Supreme Court case on the topic, (here is Time Magazine’s story on the case) and here is where even more fireworks will take off from in a few days from now. There is powder yet to be touched off in this whole Kansas affair. I predict it will make national news a few more times before all is said and settled. And some will lose much more than has already been lost.

Good men and women who served under my command in Kansas have been put to the stake, in some cases merely because they rode with me and Phill Kline. I have attempted to aid those whom I could. Sometimes with good results, sometimes with bad results. One young man has been, like me, blacklisted and blackballed through the politically charged process.

But all of that legal activity did not translate into the major 2008 goal of the ArchAngel Michael Division being met. That major goal should have been an easy one – get my admission moved from Kansas, where I had been an attorney for 11 years, and even a chief law enforcer for four years, to Indiana. It should not have been that difficult.

But it has been, and partly by my own fault. I am, at the end of the day, much like another Hoosier you know. Click here.

And so a consequence should follow. And it has. Economic resources were drying up last summer, at which time I decided to forgo a salary in order to continue building the Institute. I then told my lovely wife that something awaited us, something good, on the other side of the Feast of the ArchAngels. That Feast was our launch. Here is the post on that launch.

A new assignment arrived for me on October 2, 2008 – the Feast of the Guardian Angels. We had prayed for deliverance during the all day prayerathon during our September 29 launch. The Heavens moved and I have been re-assigned. And the new assignment is a full time commitment, and then some.

I actually had stepped off of the ArchAngel Board six months ago, allowing it to take off and establish itself without me. Click here. This was healthy and productive. It has also opened up the Board and ArchAngel to fresh ideas, so if you are interested in getting involved now is a great time to do just that! Merely email us at archangelinstitute@gmail.com to volunteer.

I am now prepared to take the next step in turning the Institute over to God’s appointed leaders. It is the logical consequence of my inability to become licensed in Indiana and my new assignment. I have resigned my commission as Executive Director of the ArchAngel Institute, effective January 13, 2009. After that date I shall enjoy no perks or insignia of leadership with the Institute.

The date of January 13 is an important one in the timeline that is my life in the pro-life Movement. Details to follow in a series of personal, final posts from me. I plan to post to this website up January 13 and to then take a well deserved sabbatical from “the Movement.” This will allow the ArchAngel Institute to grow however the Lord God Almighty wishes – without my direct input or oversight.

Stay tuned for more of my swansong. After having spent 20 years on the Front I do have a few things to say at my retirement party.

In this previous post I introduced the reader to Professor James Duane. He was not only my favorite prof at Regent University School of Law (Virginia Beach), but he was also one who pulled my proverbial bacon from the bureaucratic fire. Here is the how:

I was a full time pro-life “community organizer” in Wichita after leaving the Fort in ’91. The abortion industry (i.e. Susan Hill and Ulrich Klopfer, with the help of the NOW and ACLU) had pretty much run me out of Fort Wayne on a rail, and I threw myself into pro-life work in Wichita with reckless abandon and good results. Our group, Godarchy Productions, hosted Christian concerts, managed security for sidewalk counseling, continuously confronted the infamous serial killer George Tiller and ran a very successful boycott against the University of Kansas’ abortionist training program which operated out of an HCA hospital (formerly Wesleyan-affiliated) there. When the controversial (I received numerous threats of violence, including death threats) boycott succeed one of Wichita’s three abortion clinics closed up shop for good.  (The Market Street clinic, formerly known at “the crypt.”)

I made more than a few friends in Wichita and many, many high placed enemies. This initial post puts much of it in historic perspective.

Come November, 1992, my father, John R. Brown, challenged me to continue my quest to become an attorney. I had done quite well on the LSAT and been seated in law school at Indiana University twice. In both instances my work in the Movement had caused me to forgo attending law school. In November of ’92 my Dad sprung for tickets for me to attend a Regent University preview weekend, where I met Professor Jim Duane and attended a session similar to the one presented at the end of this post.

I was more than favorable impressed with Jim, with the Dean Herb Titus and with Regent in general. I applied once I returned to Kansas.

I was accepted and received a scholarship for my community organizer work. (Obama and I really need to have lunch and compare notes sometime.) I started my schooling at Regent in August, 1993. At the end of the first year of law school I caught up with Professor Jim Duane at an after hours party and he shared this story with me …

One day in January, 1993, Professor Duane happened to drop by Professor Doug Cook’s office. Cook was on the entrance committee and had two piles of applications on his desk. One pile was destined to receive a letter of acceptance to Regent, the other a letter of denial. As fate would have it, I was on the top of one of those piles when Jim wandered into Doug’s office. I was in the rejection pile.

Jim vouched for me to Doug and asked why I was being rejected. Doug shared that while I had fine credentials, Dean Herb Titus has determined that my many arrests and lawsuits would cause too many state bar committees to look unfavorably upon me and thus deny me entrance. Professor Duane had studied my file, realized that I had prevailed in most all of those situations through my own pre-law school lawyering, and informed Professor Cook that he was vouching for me. Professor Duane then picked up my file and moved it into the acceptance basket.

Seven months later I was at Regent and Dean Herb Titus was not. He had been fired, ostensibly because he, like me, was too outspoken and had battled the Left too hard in his days at the ramparts.

I took to law school pretty well. I married Anne Walker between my first and second year, one of my best decisions ever, and worked with Jay Sekulow’s American Center for Law and Justice through most of my time in Virginia Beach (mostly writing copy for publications with Keith Fornier). I graduated law school summa cum laude, second my my class of about 100, in May, 1996 … without a single prospect for employment.

It seemed that pro-life community organizer on the resume was not nearly as helpful as Mr. Obama’s pro-labor community organizing turned out to be. That is a reprise that could be played over and over when viewing my “career path.”

More on that later and how my family’s prayers for post-law school employment were answered at 11:59 pm on the clock of Fate. For today’s post we have to end on this note:

I applied to three state bars right out of law school. Indiana, Kansas and Montana. Seemed like three good states to go move to, without a job, and start my search for a mission. I had spoken only to one Indiana attorney, and he was the kind of pro-life attorney that the Indiana bar loves. He told me that he would not hire me were I the last attorney on Earth due to my pre-law school pro-life activism.  

Like that Indiana pro-life attorney, the Indiana bar resisted admitting me in 1996. Rather like they did in 2007. But I get ahead of myself … That is the subject of tomorrow’s post.

I thank God for Jim Duane, for it had not been for him speaking up for me when I was in the wrong Tidewater out basket I would not have been able to have the great experiences that awaited me at Regent and beyond.

More on those to come as I finish my swan song.

As I said in yesterday’s post, I applied to three state bars right out of law school way back in ‘96: Indiana, Kansas and Montana. Montana accepted me without question, despite my “colorful” history in civil disobedience. Kansas did not deign to interview me, they also accepted me “as is.”

Indiana was much harder sledding. Much harder. Thus when Kansas bid me to come on in, I dropped my pursuit of an Indiana license and just moved to Kansas for the bar. I had, just days before that move, landed a dream job … more on that later. This post focuses on my reentry into Indiana.

Indiana has a rather quirky kind of “old boy network” bar admission procedure. Most states have professional staff dedicated to processing and approving applications. Indiana instead has a decentralized system where the applicant chooses a county and the bar then sets up an interview with an attorney of their choice in that county. Note: of the bar’s choice. That phrase occurs quite often when dealing with the Indiana bar … . It has been my finding that they like to control all aspects of the evaluation.

Now, some would worry that such control could become a great tool for political correctness if and when ideological concerns trump due process and constitutional governance.

Not that that could ever happen in a state ruled by the Ku Klux Klan for a decade not so long ago! (A very interesting hyperlink that is!)

Not that that could ever happen in a state where Planned Parenthood is so bold as to offer Christmas coupons!

(Note: the more things change, the more they stay the same. Compare the above two “nots” with this story that seems to tie both together in one Christmas bow. Wouldn’t David Curtiss Stephenson have loved a local PP to aid him in covering up his child molestation?)

Not that that could ever happen in a state that gives frontier justice judges, er, or something like that the slightest slap on the wrist for seemingly major ethical breaches or a mere three day suspension for a judge who curses citizens while in his robes — after having demonstrated a history of such outbursts

Nah, unconstitutional governance, violations of due process and such cannot happen under the enlightened government we have in Indiana.

So breathe easy, comrades. There is simply no need to worry that old boy networks might be used as tools for advancing political correctness or political connections in slavish service to improper considerations here in Indiana. Any dissident who thinks otherwise must be crazy, or at least labeled with some disorder to shut them up.

I digressed. Back to the post.

So I had to choose a county to practice law in back in ’96. As stated, I had no offers in Indiana. Here is how I choose my county: I called Dad and asked him to number the counties of Indiana from 1 – 92. I cut up 92 pieces of paper, prayed, and tossed them into a fan. I had laid a Greek Orthodox icon of the Blessed Theotokis on the floor and stated that whatever number hit the icon would reveal the county that I would claim. (Hey, Martin Luther would approve. Click here.)

I told Dad the number, he told me the County: Jennings. Very small, very rural, very southern. It was as good as any, I guessed. I walked forward in Faith.

The bar chose the attorney in Jennings County with whom I was to meet. She greeted me, closed the door, and said this: “You do not know how fortunate you are to have me as your evaluator. I am the only woman in this firm, and all six of my peers are pro-choice men. They would have eaten you alive given your history,” she matter of factly stated. She continued, “I have read everything in your file and believe you to be man of moral principle who will make a fine addition to our bar, you have my highest recommendation,” or something close to that. We then chatted about the Lord of life and parted.

For 95% of Indiana bar applicants that is the beginning and the end of the moral character and fitness review process. It was not for me. I was instead summoned to meet with the entire Board of Law Examiners. This was a rare event, and I was told that they had questions about my past. This was a mere five years after most of my arrests for civil disobedience and only two years after the United States Supreme Court’s ruling in Bray v. Alexandria that mothballed the use of 42 USC 1985 against pro-life protesters. (Click here for details)

I scanned the list of attorneys and judges on this august board that wanted to hear from me and noticed a name that sounded familiar from Fort Wayne.  I called Mom and asked her why the name sounded familiar. She replied, “Why that is the abortion clinic’s new attorney.”

Kansas notified me about that same time that I was cleared for their bar. I had a job prospect there and was closing the deal on an even better one 12 hours south of Fort Wayne. Thus I cancelled my meeting in Indianapolis and threw everything toward Topeka. Not because of the fact that Susan Hill and Ulrich Klopfer’s personal attorney was on the Committee, but I must admit that having such a seeming conflicted person on the Committee that would decide my fate in Hoosierland certainly did not sweeten the deal for me.