In secret places they murder the innocent.” I read those words from Psalm 10 outside a Planned Parenthood clinic as I stare at the windows, tinted and shadowed, wondering which room was
the
room. Perhaps it was facing the dense copse of weeping willow trees. Maybe they were planted to block onlookers and give the mothers-to-be-no-more a relaxing view while the deed was done. “They lie in wait, like a lion in a covert; they lie in wait to seize upon the lowly.” Maybe not. More likely
the
room is a windowless box, a kind of anti-womb at the center of the facility, lest the woman see those praying on one side of the building or the crisis pregnancy center on the other.