The Christian Soldier
December, 1994
The morning I saw Paul Hill's mug-shot smile on the front page of a newspaper a chill crawled over me. Then a rage. You slimy bastard, I thought. You miserable coward. You were going to have your copycat martyrdom and the limelight that goes with it no matter what it took. Two dead, almost three. And you, in that police photo, grinning with the knowledge that those ambush murders would be celebrated, openly and in secret, throughout the movement that calls itself pro-life.My anger can be traced...
