Tenacious and resilient, Jamie is a woman willing to do whatever it takes to serve her family. It’s a role she took on early in her life with her three siblings—two sisters and a younger brother. Despite being the youngest of her sisters, Jamie often felt like the second mom in her household.
“My mom would go off to work, and I would take care of my brother, take care of the household, go to school, and all that good stuff we do as ladies,” Jamie recalled. “I’m the baby, and then my brother. But I felt like the mom.”
With her mom focused on working to pay bills and rent in their small town in southern New Jersey, there wasn’t a lot of time for the family to go to church. But as someone who always seems to find a way to make things happen, Jamie wound up on a bus with her younger brother heading to a local church.
“I grab my brother, and here we go on this white bus. We started singing church music, and all the people were really nice. They gave you breakfast and a snack before they sent us off to go home,” Jamie remembered.
Jamie explored her faith more as she grew older and began meeting different people. She met Seventh-Day Adventists, Jehovah’s Witnesses, and others and even started to attend some of these congregations. But Jamie never felt quite like she found a home until she attended a Catholic Church at around the age of 20.
“The Catholic Church is where I started my journey,” she said. “And that’s where God just started doing what He had to do.”
Known for its unwavering commitment to life, the Catholic Church feels like a place someone would go to escape from the abortion industry. But Jamie’s story comes with many twists and turns, and she eventually found herself working in the abortion industry despite her Catholic faith.
Jamie began working for a construction company after leaving her job with the Motor Vehicle Department because she needed to be home more with her kids. Then, after the COVID-19 pandemic hit, the construction company took a downturn. With a need for flexibility and a way to pay her bills, Jamie began searching the internet for jobs. She came across one that looked promising. The job listing offered good pay, flexible hours, and the ability to work from home for an organization offering OBGYN services. Jamie applied and received an interview. It was during the interview that she realized that the company was an abortion clinic.
“It was shady, and a lot of things kicked in my brain at that moment. I thought about my faith, but I needed to work. I needed the money. So, I figured I would just do it for a bit, and then, I would get out,” she said.
Jamie began working in the call center for the abortion clinic in February 2023, and she quickly found out that most of the services being advertised on the website were not actually offered. The abortion clinic claimed to provide birth control, IUD inserts, and the NuvaRing—along with various procedures for women’s health—but as Jamie discovered, it was all just a lie.
“The abortion clinic advertised all this stuff on the website, but the doctor wasn’t actually offering those things. He only offered abortions. He wasn’t really helping women. He was just there for the money—for the abortion part of it.”
While Jamie felt conflicted over this duplicity, she still needed money to support her family. So, when the opportunity arose to pick up some extra hours, she took it. But this additional work meant that Jamie would be working in the abortion facilities themselves, and when she first walked into one of the offices, she felt like she was in a horror movie.
“The office just looked horrible,” she recalled. “The wallpaper was coming down. The lights were dim. It had those old wooden doors. The carpet was outdated. It was just all old stuff in the facilities.”
It didn’t take long before Jamie realized it wasn’t just the office that felt like a horror movie. One day in November, the clinic was short on staff, and the onsite manager asked her to assist in the procedure room. As Jamie walked in, she encountered a young girl around 18. Nervous and crying, the girl pulled Jamie over and asked her if everything was going to be okay. Jamie looked at her and grabbed her hand, but the doctor’s response was the most shocking.
“As I looked at this young girl, the doctor began laughing and telling me to tell her, ‘It’s going to be okay,’” Jamie said. “Then as the vacuum started going, the girl went full pale. But the doctor was just laughing the whole time, and that gets to me still to this day. Do you know when you see the face of evil? That’s what it felt like that day.”
After the abortion ended, the doctor just threw his gloves right there where he had done the procedure. Untrained in what to do, Jamie realized she was supposed to help the girl get up, put her clothes back on, and get to the patient waiting area. The girl was there for approximately two hours before she left, and it was during this time that Jamie realized another horrifying aspect of this abortion clinic.
“The odor in that whole back office was horrible. It was like dead meat or a dead animal smell,” Jamie remembered. “And I didn’t want to ask because it was going to be obvious that they were going to tell me there were fetuses in the freezer. But I did ask, and my manager told me that the smell was because the biohazard company hadn’t come to pick up the fetuses. When I asked why, she said it was because they hadn’t been paid.”
While the stench was awful, it was the image of the doctor laughing maniacally that Jamie couldn’t shake. And she knew, at that moment, it was her breaking point.
“The abortion industry has no empathy. Just looking at the doctor’s face and laughing was chilling,” she said. “It reminded me of another time when we had an office meeting. As I was sharing some ideas, he just stared at me, and his eyes were dark black. It felt like I was looking into somebody’s black, dark soul. I told my manager that we needed to get out of there.”
As single moms, Jamie and her manager wanted to leave, but neither had a job lined up, and neither had a way to support their families. Jamie’s manager had been working at the clinic for about ten years up to that point, and didn’t feel like she could just go. But the two had struck up a friendship while working together, and Jamie’s tenacious spirit kept pushing. She eventually convinced her friend that they should go see Tricia.
While Jamie hadn’t met Tricia yet, she knew about her from a flyer her manager had received about a baby shower she was hosting with food. That day, Jamie had only had a granola bar and orange juice to eat. And her manager had only eaten some Skittles and drank a Mountain Dew. Hungry, they attended the baby shower and talked with Tricia, the local pregnancy center director serving on the advisory board for And Then There Were None (ATTWN). They also spoke with Abby Johnson.
Soon after, Jamie’s manager gave her two weeks’ notice—right before Christmas. Relieved that her friend was out, Jamie began working on her exit strategy, and God did, too.
“I had been working on this one particular day and felt the need to go to church,” Jamie said. “I asked God to show me a sign that I needed to get out of the abortion industry. That day, there was a priest there from Argentina, and he told me that there was a couple at the church that was having trouble conceiving but wanted to have kids. I realized that there was this couple that wanted to have a child, and I’m over here killing babies.”
The next day, approximately one year after starting her job at the abortion clinic, Jamie submitted her resignation letter in February 2024. After she left, she reached out to ATTWN and spoke with Nichola.
“When you’re running through a lot of emotions, you just need someone to listen,” Jamie said. “And I remember speaking to Nichola, and she would just listen. And that got to me. I realized that somebody does care. Somebody wants to listen to what I have to say.”
Jamie eventually went on her first retreat, which gave her an opportunity to reflect on her time in the abortion industry so that she could begin to heal. Now, she’s been to confession, has become a regular at Sunday Mass again, spends time in prayer, and reads the Bible. But she still recognizes that she has a long way to go.
“I used to be baby crazy. I used to grab every baby that I would see,” Jamie said. “But now, looking at a baby is difficult. And I don’t want to hold a baby. It’s the same thing with a vacuum or with strawberry jam. I used to love strawberry jam so much. I would put it on my toast or on my crackers. But now, I don’t even want to see it.”
As Jamie continues in her healing process, she’s been able to find two part-time jobs. She also recently passed her exam to get her license as a caretaker, and she even took in a special child whose parents are going through a lot. It’s all characteristic of a selfless mother determined to support her family.
But thankfully, it’s a journey that will no longer include the abortion industry. Jamie has seen that horror in the flesh. She’ll never go back, and she recommends other abortion workers follow in her footsteps.
“If you’re working in the abortion industry, get out. Just get out. Have faith, and let God help you.”