This post takes off from where the last post ended. Thus we are still discussing Ulrich George Klopfer, who has dedicated his adult life to performing first and second trimester abortions. Search for this site for more articles on this man, who I got to know through my pro-life activism and who sued me out of existence about 19 years ago. He brought much pain to me then, but as a powerful German once said, that which does not kill us makes us stronger.

I retire from my 20 years on the Culture War front strong and impoverished.

I have been slammed by a state ordered counselor (actually a contracted cleaner) for failing to have enough empathy for dear doctor Klopfer. She must have missed this testimony and this testimony in the Indiana statehouse earlier in the year. Or maybe not. I has been my finding that those who are slavishly devoted to the regime ushered in by Roe v. Wade are quite willing to overlook women with their guts ripped out by men like Klopfer. Their goddess, Choice, does demand a few adult human sacrifices now and then. It was once about ending back alley abortions. It is now about keeping backalley abortionists in storefront operations. What a noble cause!

Seven month ago Dad and I were at Home Depot buying flooring for the ArchAngel Institute. As we pulled a heavily laden cart toward checkout an older man and middle aged woman passed us by. They ended up just ahead of us in line. The man was on his cell phone speaking loudly in a Germanic accent. Dad had recognized him and his female escort just moments before and tipped me off. As he rang off the call I looked him square in the eye and asked “George, don’t you recognize me?” He did not. It was a seemingly chance encounter that seemed to be ripe with destiny. And so I stepped up to the plate and invited George Ulrich Klopfer to please come visit me at the ArchAngel Institute.

I offered to take abortion off the table and discuss only Mr. Klopfer during the visit. “Let’s talk about you!” I said. I asked him to come into the ArchAngel Gabriel studio and cut an interview with me. He then cursed me, quite loudly, and shared with everyone in the front of the store his low opinion of me. He claimed that I could did not care about human suffering (the empathy thang again), and especially when whole cities were burned to the ground. My Dad looked him in the eye and said “you are talking about Dresden, aren’t you George.” “Damn right I am,” Klopfer responded. “I saw it burn.”

What a moment! Stop the presses! Was George Klopfer wounded by the Devil? Is that how he could be such a faithful servant of the ancient murderer (see John ch.8) for most of his adult life?

If you do not know of Dresden then you do not know of America’s darkest hour in WWII. Click here for some insight into that violence that drives Klopfer’s destructive hand.

Undaunted by his initial refusal to come and visit me at the Institute I mulled over the coincidences and then sent a letter off to my old nemesis. The text of that letter may prove to be controversial. Some might think I offered too much. Some might read it as me compromising. Some might even find it “empathetic.” But probably not those who hate me for my Christian worldview.

Memorial Day weekend, 2008

Dear Mr. Klopfer,

I truly appreciated seeing you once again (last Thursday) after all these many years. The years look to have been kind to you. I believe that I have aged more than you have.

Sir, I do not much believe in chance, and do not believe that our seeming chance
encounter in the checkout lane at Home Depot was by mere happenstance. Consider the
timing and circumstances: Were my Dad not with me I probably would not have recognized
you or Ann; we arrived at the same checkout lane at the very same time; I was in the
process of buying new flooring for your previous offices; I had discussed Dresden and the
uneven historical record as to WWII with a South Bend attorney just a week prior. What
are the chances of us so meeting by chance on a Thursday afternoon? The odds are quite
long.

I also appreciated the topic of our brief discussion. I have long considered Dresden to
be one of the least explored chapters in this nation’s history, and one of the darkest
hours in the Allied Cause. Many are now in the process of rethinking World War II, Pat
Buchanan among them. The generation that witnessed that fratricidal act is not long
among us now is the time to better study such topics as the firebombing of Dresden.

I have enclosed the art that first introduced me to the topic of Dresden. I was not
taught of Dresden in school or college – no surprise there. Pink Floyd’s leadman, Roger
Waters (one of my favorite artists) lost his father at the Battle of the Bulge. (Waters
was of tender years then). He has often allowed his own pain and doubts about WWII come
out in his lyrics. He did so in the 1980 award-winning release The Wall. His followup
to that fine album was even more moving and quite cynical. It received no awards and
little air play. In The Final Cut, Roger Waters fully vented his pain and rage,
including these profound lines, which he places on the lips of a Lancaster bombardier:

The Hero’s Return (Roger Waters, 1982)

Jesus, Jesus, what’s it all about?

Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.
When I was their age all the lights went out.
There was no time to whine or mope about.
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five.

Though they’ll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie.
Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.
‘Cause that’s the only time that I can really speak to you.
And there is something that I’ve locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day.

I have enclosed the compact disc of The Final Cut as a gift from me to you so that you
can hear these lyrics in the context of this quite moving concept album.

After our”chance” encounter I asked a Germanophile attorney (double German
descent) … to consider joining you and me for a no-holds-barred discussion
of Dresden in a studio interview. He views Dresden as a war crime for which Churchill
and others should have been tried. He is [a military man] willing
to risk further career advancement to speak out about Allied War crimes.

The goal of this interview would be to explore the topic of injustices against the
Germanic people using firsthand accounts – yours, among others. The end would be a piece
for radio and internet play that lays out the case against the Allies as to Dresden and
other acts of state-sanctioned terror. We would then invite a response that attempts to
defend what Churchill and Roosevelt ordered. I am open to having your own experts join
us in studio or on the telephone for this series, which I hope to follow up with a
similar series on similar acts which have taken place in the Middle East since WWII.

Your own profession and professional activities of the past 40 years are of no import to
this series and will not be brought up by me or anyone else on my team. I will call you
Mr. Klopfer, George, Ulrich or, if you prefer, Dr. Klopfer during the interview. You may
know that I have rarely offered the latter to anyone in your profession. I even risked
contempt of court to deny the same to Mr. Tiller more than a decade ago. I offer it to
you, now, as a showing of my good faith. I seek common ground and I seek a first hand
accounting of the firestorm over Dresden. I seek a robust discussion of the horrors that
followed that international injustice. War is my focus not a woman’s choices during
peacetime.

You will be accorded the respect due one who lived through the bombing of his ancestral
homelands.

George, decades have passed since we last “tussled.” I have matured much in
the intervening years, and see the world quite differently now. Your litigation had a
devastating effect upon my life, and it yet pays off in negative dividends. But it has
paid off in many positive rewards as well. Had I not left the Fort I would have never
met my lovely wife, Anne. Had I not met my lovely wife I would not have four beautiful
children. So, in a strange way, I owe you a debt of gratitude. Thank you.

To elaborate further, I am concerned about the tone of the national debate over the
“social issues.” I confess that my earlier work has added more heat than light
to the problem. I have been involved in communications that tended to demonize men such
as yourself. I have been involved in communications that demonized you. For that I
tender my apology to you.

Please help me make amends. Please help me produce a recording on the horror that was
visited upon Dresden and, in the process, help humanize you for those who fail to
appreciate that you are a man who has been subjected to war crimes and, I would guess
from my own research, unspeakable childhood pain. I have studied what the Allies did to
Germany after the war. We yet decry the injustices placed upon Germany by the terms of
Versailles but refuse to admit to the greater injustices done to the German people from
1944 – 1949.

Dr. Klopfer, I am one hundred percent sincere. This is not a setup, you have my word on
that. You can bring anyone that you wish along with you into the studio. Abortion will
not be brought up unless you bring it up, and it will not then be discussed unless you
want to discuss it. You would be included in the final production process and have the
ability to edit out any content that was not to your liking. You will be given copies of
all interviews and be given the ability to oversee the erasing of any copies that you do
not want on file.

I simply and sincerely seek your aid in preserving a record of Dresden and WWII from your
very unique perspective. Forget our combative past. Let’s try to work together to get
the truth out, and in so doing send a message to those on both sides of the abortion
debate — the message that common ground can be found if both sides are willing to seek it.
In search of true history,

Bryan J. Brown
Executive Director,
The ArchAngel Institute

Dr. Klopfer failed to respond to my letter. Who is the ungracious party now, counselor?

As Ron Allen says, one must be wounded to be best used. (See previous post)

I bequeath, on this, the seventh post of my swansong as the Executive Director of the ArchAngel Institute, the above knowledge to those who will come after me. George, the offer yet stands. Come let us reason together.

p.s. Klopfer certainly is a German name. Check out this post. And this post. And this post. (Those who know Ulrich may spot a certain familiarity of face.

Once when I walked Ulrich toward 827 Webster Street (where he killed thousands of babies and where the ArchAngel Institute is now located) I asked him why he was an abortionist. He replied, a his thick German accent, that he “removed population pollution.”

Is the Indiana bar yet feeling sympathtic toward the plaintiff Klopfer? Probably not. Amazingly, I still am. But then I would, since I have a much higher tolerance of political incorrectness than the Indiana bar.

It is your move, George. I say let’s talk history.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, January 13th, 2009 at 1:08 am and is filed under Gabriel, Swansong. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. Both comments and pings are currently closed.