Tea at Trianon: A Haunt of Demons Shuts Its Doors …The Fall of Margaret Sanger’s ‘Clinic’

John Wilson Croker on Marie-Antoinette

"We have followed the history of Marie Antoinette with the greatest diligence and scrupulosity. We have lived in those times. We have talked with some of her friends and some of her enemies; we have read, certainly not all, but hundreds of the libels written against her; and we have, in short, examined her life with– if we may be allowed to say so of ourselves– something of the accuracy of contemporaries, the diligence of inquirers, and the impartiality of historians, all combined; and we feel it our duty to declare, in as a solemn a manner as literature admits of, our well-matured opinion that every reproach against the morals of the queen was a gross calumny– that she was, as we have said, one of the purest of human beings."

~from History of the Guillotine by John Wilson Croker, 1844

Edmund Burke on Marie-Antoinette

"It is now sixteen or seventeen years since I saw the queen of France, then dauphiness, at Versailles; and surely there never lighted on this orb, which she hardly seemed to touch, a more delightful vision. I saw her just above the horizon, decorating and cheering the elevated sphere she had just begun to move in, glittering like a morning star full of life and splendor and joy. Oh, what a revolution....Little did I dream that I should have lived to see such disasters fall upon her, in a nation of gallant men, in a nation of men of honor and of cavaliers! I thought ten thousand swords must have leaped from their scabbards, to avenge even a look which threatened her with insult. But the age of chivalry is gone; that of sophisters, economists, and calculators has succeeded...."

~Edmund Burke, October 1790

Sunday, January 25, 2026

A Haunt of Demons Shuts Its Doors …The Fall of Margaret Sanger’s ‘Clinic’

From Paul Kengor at The American Spectator:

As we left Little Italy and headed up the street, I took a right onto historic Bleecker Street. I knew what was around the corner. For years, I shuddered every time I walked by it. I was always particularly appalled because the “it” was attached (in a cruel irony) to the Fulton Sheen Center, where I had spoken and stayed on several occasions. When I did, I never ceased to marvel that the “it” abutted this center named after the greatest figure in American Catholicism. The only solace that I took was that perhaps the folks visiting the Sheen Center would pause to pray for the end of the “it” next door.
The unspoken “it” was the infamous original Planned Parenthood “clinic” founded by none other than Margaret Sanger herself. In fact, it sat on a corner that bore the name Margaret Sanger Square. It was here that the racial eugenicist pondered her craft of “breeding a race of thoroughbreds,” of “race improvement,” and ridding the gene pool of its “human weeds” and other “defectives,” “morons,” “imbeciles,” and “idiots” that she strove to ensure never left their mothers’ wombs.
Sanger died several years before Roe v. Wade was passed on Jan. 22, 1973. Once that landmark court case was issued, Maggie’s heirs got to work. Truly only God knows how many unborn babies were killed inside that building that became a haunt of demons. We know only that it was a ghastly, unholy number.
I’ve written about my face-to-face encounters with that building several times before. Those encounters were always one on one, man versus bricks. I would stand in silent, solemn prayer that the place would be shut down one day. I got some dirty looks, especially from the abortion “escorts” who wanted no one like me in their way as they grabbed the arms of mostly black women to hastily shepherd them inside to kill their unborn children. (Read more.)