If you ask Google or any AI assistant what 40 Days for Life is, you’ll get a calm, accurate answer: it’s a peaceful, international campaign of prayer, fasting, and outreach. Nuns on sidewalks. Grandparents whispering rosaries. Families standing quietly in front of abortion businesses, praying, not protesting, not shouting, not blocking entrances, just praying.
But suppose you ask Jessica Valenti, abortion evangelist and high priestess of rage-blogging, what 40 Days for Life is. In that case, she’ll tell you that it’s the “most militant, disruptive, nationwide annual anti-abortion protest.” And that’s not just false, it’s delusional. But in a culture where victimhood sells and hysteria is currency, Valenti’s absurdity isn’t just tolerated. It’s weaponized.
Valenti publishes a daily ode to abortion called Abortion Every Day, which, based on her writing, also seems to be her coping mechanism, therapy session, and retirement plan all in one. She obsesses over abortion like it’s a sacred ritual, and she rails against laws that protect babies and their moms. She rails against parents and against common sense. But this Sunday, she really outdid herself.
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She went full froth over 40 Days for Life, accusing it of harboring a “long and dark history of violence.” That’s right, according to Valenti, the most dangerous thing happening in America this fall isn’t open-air fentanyl markets or organized retail theft. It’s Sister Mary Frances praying the rosary next to a shrub.
You’d think someone who calls herself a feminist might have some respect for older women kneeling in 90-degree heat to pray for other women and their children. But Valenti doesn’t see people. She sees enemies. If you’re pro-life, you’re a threat. If you think babies shouldn’t be dismembered, you’re “militant.” And if you dare to kneel and pray in public, you’re apparently “propagating violence.”
This would be hilarious if it weren’t so dangerous.
In today’s world, accusatory rhetoric like Valenti’s doesn’t stay confined to her Substack echo chamber. Her words, carelessly dropped like grenades, fan the flames of real violence. It’s always someone “on the right” who’s blamed for political rhetoric leading to harm, but somehow, when a leftist calls peaceful prayer groups a national threat, no one bats an eye.
Until someone gets hurt. Again. We now know that her toxic and noxious words are all it takes for some cross-hormoned, maladjusted, pink-haired leftist to attack those good people praying for life. We’ve seen it, and many of us are still in mourning.
People have been hurt. Elderly women assaulted, churches vandalized, and Pregnancy Resource Centers firebombed. And yet, silence. Where are Valenti’s condemnations of actual violence? She has none, because it doesn’t fit her narrative. To her, praying for life is aggression. Throwing Molotov cocktails at pro-life organizations? That’s just “reproductive justice.”
Valenti likes to mention she’s going through menopause, and maybe that explains the hormonal outbursts in her blog. Or maybe this isn’t about biology at all. Perhaps it’s just easier to accuse pastors’ wives of terrorism than it is to defend an industry built on dismemberment, deception, and despair.
She won’t stop because she can’t stop. There’s no audience in nuance. But we see her. And more importantly, we see through her. What scares people like Valenti isn’t prayer. It’s that prayer works. It changes hearts, it saves lives, and it threatens the business model of the entire abortion industrial complex.
So go ahead, Jessica. Rant about “militancy” while women kneel and pray. We’ll be outside the clinics, quietly, peacefully, lovingly, doing precisely what you fear most: offering an alternative.
And saving lives.
LifeNews.com Note: Raimundo Rojas is the Outreach Director for the National Right to Life Committee. He is a former president of Florida Right to Life and has presented the pro-life message to millions in Spanish-language media outlets. He represents NRLC at the United Nations as an NGO. Rojas was born in Santiago de las Vegas, Havana, Cuba and he and his family escaped to the United States in 1968.
