The following is a March 26 story on Catholic World Report by Dorothy Cummings MacLean.
Canadian Catholic pro-life activist Mary Wagner was arrested on December 23, 2014 for entering a Toronto abortion clinic and asking the women she found in the waiting room not to go through with their scheduled procedures. Her arrest and subsequent imprisonment made headlines—in Poland.
The Polish news items appeared several times on my Facebook page. I was not as intrigued by the story as I was by the language in which it was broadcast. Other women in Toronto have been arrested for pro-life work, but they haven’t become famous in Canada, let alone overseas. This was not the first time Mary had been arrested for her pro-life activities; last June, she was released after spending 22 months in prison. In October, she accepted an invitation to visit Poland, and was taken on a nation-wide tour during which she was greeted by an estimated one million admirers in 26 cities.
When a Toronto Catholic complained to me that the Canadian media were ignoring Mary’s story, I was happy to pass it on to another journalist. But when TV personality Michael Coren wrote a column in the Toronto Catholic Register questioning Mary’s motives—hinting that Mary enjoys the attention—I wrote a column in her defense. When I was a teenager in the pro-life movement, I never met a pro-lifer who risked arrest for personal glory. Public expression of pro-life convictions in Canada is tantamount to political and sometimes social suicide; pro-lifers are widely despised. In reserved Toronto, asking strangers not to have abortions is almost unthinkable. Only a very shallow or disturbed person would do so for selfish reasons. It seemed outrageous to hint—without so much as meeting her—that Mary Wagner was such a person.
But one thing about her activism did bother me: the roses. Mary has offered roses to the pregnant women she tries to help. Her Polish fans, unsurprisingly, have made the white rose a symbol of Mary herself. Giving flowers to pregnant women instead of pamphlets and telephone numbers was new to me. It seemed a little theatrical.
I read the English-language news about Mary and studied her photographs. She is a slim, dark-eyed woman who looks much younger than her 40 years, thanks to delicate features and long brown hair barely touched by grey. She wears long-sleeved T-shirts, cardigans, ankle-length skirts and a Miraculous Medal of Mary; I’ve met dozens of pious Catholic girls who dress like that.
After asking the opinion of friends in Toronto’s pro-life community (“Nut? Saint? Regular girl?”), I decided to meet Mary myself. When I visited Toronto this February, a mutual friend made enquiries on my behalf. He reported that Mary would be happy to see me. However, the prison officials would not allow me to take notes or record our conversation in any way.
Since 90-year-old Eugenio Scalfari of La Repubblica saw fit to interview Pope Francis without notes or a tape recorder, I felt I could interview Mary without them, too. However, I would not put words into my subject’s mouth. Instead, I would interview a friend of Mary’s who was giving me a lift to the prison, speak with Mary herself at the prison, and write down everything I remembered as soon as we left.
On February 24 at half-past noon, I met Jack Vijinski on the frozen edge of Toronto’s Polish neighborhood. Jack is 48, tall, grey-haired, bespectacled, and Polish on his father’s side. He is currently between jobs, having been until her recent death his mother’s full-time care-provider. Jack drove his car into the lane beside the bus terminal, and I gratefully slid into the passenger seat. It was -10° F outside, and the car was heated. A choir sang a hymn in Latin over the radio and then a male voice addressed us in Polish.
“Oh,” I said with interest. “Is that Radio Maryja?”
“No,” said Jack. “It’s St. John Paul II reciting the rosary. I usually pray the rosary when I go to visit Mary.”
“Oh,” I said again, mentally shelving the interview. “Well, you go ahead.”
“You could pray with me,” said Jack shyly, “if you haven’t said your rosary already today.”
Twenty minutes later, we had finished the Sorrowful Mysteries.
“So when did you meet Mary?” I asked.
“I met her in January at the prison,” said Jack. “I was inspired by the incident that happened in December. I think that she is incarnating Christ’s love for the babies. She and Linda [Gibbons, Mary’s mentor]. … I believe that there is a strange paradoxical fear [in the authorities], a need to hide these slight women away. Linda and Mary are Gospel of Life people living its message in entirety. The pro-life movement is too reliant on politics. The Gospel of Life movement places prayer first. It’s a huge difference, and that’s why the [Canadian] pro-life movement is weak. In Poland they take the Gospel of Life message more to heart than pro-lifers in Canada. Politics is the religion of North America! It’s in the environment.”
“Speaking of Poland,” I said. “Why is there such an affinity between Mary and Poland? Here in Canada, very few people have heard of her, and in Poland a million people came out to see her. I mean, she’s not even Polish. That’s just incredible.”
“The Poles still have the [fullness of the Catholic] faith, so they understand her more than Canadians,” said Jack. “The faith is deeper in them. The Polish Church was persecuted, that’s why. The Polish episcopate is very strong. The Canadians are weak.”
Jack had met Mary only twice before. After hearing of her December arrest, he attended both her court hearings and began corresponding with her mother Jane, whom he now regards as his spiritual mother. In addition to visiting Mary and talking to Jane, Jack reads online Polish articles about Mary and translates them for his blog.
The Vanier Centre for Women is a long, low building fenced in with irony. First, Georges Vanier, a Canadian Governor-General and the father of Jean Vanier, founder of L’Arche, was a Catholic so devout that he may be canonized. Second, the prison reserves two parking spots for “Expectant Mothers,” each with a sign illustrated with a cheerful stork carrying a baby in a sling.
Jack and I signed in at the opaque-windowed desk, showing two pieces of identification. We were given keys to shut our belongings into lockers by the front doors. My opening gambit to retain pencil and paper—a meek request to bring along “family photographs”—was firmly checked. After a few minutes’ wait, we were called to the visitors’ door by a female guard and told to walk through an x-ray while our footwear went through another x-ray on a conveyor belt. Then we went into a cream-painted hall and into a cream-painted room with thick walls separating the cubicles.
A bored-looking prisoner sat before the bullet-proof glass in the prisoner’s side of the first cubicle, examining her fingernails. Jack led the way to the end cubicle, where I saw a chair, a blue-grey phone receiver, and Mary herself, instantly recognizable from her photographs, standing in front of the window. Her hair was pulled back in its usual ponytail, and she was wearing an institutional-looking sweatshirt of dark green. Unlike her neighbor, she looked happy and interested. (“Regular girl,” I decided with relief.)
The phones had not been connected yet, and she seemed to be shouting thanks through the glass for my Catholic Register column. I shouted back until she indicated the phone. I sat down and picked it up. But when her voice came through, I gave the phone to Jack at once so he could pass along her mother’s love. He did so by placing his hand on the glass. Good-humoredly, Mary placed her hand on her side of the glass to match his. Greetings exchanged, Jack gave me back the phone.
I said, “Mary, if I repeat what you say, it’s because I am trying to remember it, okay?”
“I know you prefer to keep the focus on the babies, so let’s start with the babies. When did you find out about abortion?”
“I don’t know,” said Mary. She cannot remember not knowing about it. Her parents were active in the pro-life movement, and so Mary began her witness as a child, going to meetings, vigils, and Life Chain. She was aware that her mother, who has given birth to seven children, experienced difficult pregnancies and suffered a miscarriage. Her parents, fierce opponents of the contraceptive mentality, adopted five more children.
As a student at the University of Victoria, Mary studied English literature and French. Afterward she worked in a crisis pregnancy shelter and discerned in prayer that she should go directly where the endangered babies were.
Her first arrest came about unexpectedly, in 1999, after she befriended a teenage girl begging on the steps of her local cathedral. Mary discovered the 16-year-old was pregnant and that she and her boyfriend wanted an abortion; they were merely waiting for some paperwork to be completed. Although Mary failed to convince her friend to cancel the appointment, she knew when and where it would be. She waited for the couple at the abortion clinic, and although they insisted on entering, they let her accompany them. When a clinic worker called the name of another pregnant woman in the waiting room, Mary repeated it to get her attention. When the woman glanced at her, Mary said, “You don’t have to do this.” This drew the attention of staffers, who asked Mary to leave. Mary refused, and the police were called.
“How are you able to do this?” I asked. “How are you able to feel for complete strangers, to engage with them one-on-one?”
“Mother Teresa said, ‘I don’t see a crowd, I see different people,’” said Mary. “That makes all the difference.”
“And who are your influences? Are you inspired by the literature you studied in university?”
Mary smiled at that. She loves literature, but the writings that inspired her pro-life work are the writings of Mother Teresa and of Saint Therese of Lisieux. Her greatest influences have been her parents, the American pro-life activist Joan Andrews Bell, whom she first met in 2000, and her mentor, Canadian pro-life activist Linda Gibbons, who has been in and out of prison for 25 years.
“Why do you give pregnant women white roses?” I remembered to ask.
“White or red roses,” Mary corrected. She explained that in 2012 she had spoken to a man named John, the survivor of a chemical abortion, who had gone to an abortion clinic on his birthday to give roses to the clinic staff on their way to work and tell them his story. Mary was very moved by that and thought it was a beautiful and non-threatening thing to do.
“And why,” I asked, “do the Poles have such a great affinity for you?”
Mary looked surprised.
“Now that’s a question. I don’t know.” The first letters from Poland arrived after she was imprisoned in 2012. During that trial, Justice S. Ford Clements had said, while lambasting Mary, “You are wrong and your God is wrong.” When the news appeared in a Polish paper, readers were shocked that a judge in Canada—Mary emphasized the word—would say that. Mary’s face lit up as she recalled the shrines, especially of Our Lady of Częstochowa, that she visited during her 2014 visit to Poland. She admitted, laughing, that she has learned a few words of Polish, but that it is a very difficult language. If she returns to Poland, she would like to go hiking.
As I spoke to Mary, trying desperately to remember everything we said, I was reminded of a visit to Benedictine friends, cloistered nuns behind a grille. They had the same tranquility. They all emanated a deep peace. I no longer felt like a journalist chasing a story—in fact, that feeling had disappeared as soon as I decided Mary was a regular girl. I felt like I was visiting a comrade—and there were moments in which I felt like a pilgrim consulting a mystic. Any further questions seemed pointless; only one thing was important.
“What do you need?” I asked.
“Thank you for asking,” she said enthusiastically. “We need a priest to come and hear confessions.” Many women she has met in prison have had abortions, and they want to be reconciled with God. Although the local parish priest does what he can, he doesn’t have time. Meanwhile, there have been only two Masses said in the prison since it was built, both of them during Mary’s imprisonments.
It was a shock to me that Catholics prisoners in Ontario had so little recourse to the sacraments. I promised that I would bring up the subject in the archdiocesan paper, and Mary thanked me.
“This place is a gold mine of souls,” she observed.
Our allotted half-hour was coming to an end, so I handed the phone to Jack. Jack suggested that we pray together, and so we did. When the phone was cut off, we chatted loudly through the glass until a grimacing wardress appeared. I followed Jack out of the room and to our lockers. We went back into the waiting room.
I began to scribble in my notebook.
“Christ was there,” I wrote.
What a beautiful, courageous woman.
My mother, who was non Catholic, often said that out of all the countries that owed money to the United States after the war, little Poland was the only one that paid the United States back what they owed. It seems that not only does Poland pay its debts, but the majority of the Polish people have hearts like their Lord, the Sacred Heart.
This is so wrong! Wrong that they would imprison an innocent person just because she uttered words to protect the unborn! She committed no crime! YET the real criminals, the real murderer’s are free to roam around and impose their immoral views on others! Not surprised that people would talk and think ill of this holy pro-lifer, by assuming that she wants attention! So repulsive! This woman is in jail for speaking up for the unborn and here you have some ill judging her! NO one escapes such ill judgements! LOOK to our LORD! He was crucified and even that, there are still people today ill judging Him! I wish there was some way to get this innocent woman out of jail! JUSTICE! We want justice for her and for all pro-lifers! We should have the right to be the voice of the innocent! The UNBORN! but the reality is not so, if they crucified our Lord, then we will see more good lay faithful go through these sorts of sufferings. How many would risk their freedom and risk going to jail to save the unborn? Not many. I agree Ann T, this woman is beautiful and courageous, we see the face of Jesus in her! The enemy will seek to enhance her flaws and imperfections so they can discredit what good she is trying to do for our Lord and His unborn and all involved. Our prayers are with her and all pro-lifers throughout the world!
This inspiring, Christ-like, pro-life woman, is a martyr-saint, like Joan of Arc! This article is wonderful, and I hope to hear more about her!
This is by far, the best article I have read on this site. I,too, draw my strength from Joan Andrews Bell, incarcerated for pulling a plug from an abortion suction machine out of the wall in Florida. She, too, was denied the sacraments and imprisoned, strip searched, and humiliated for simply loving the babies and their moms. I, too, draw my strength from Mother Teresa of Calcutta, who was courage incarnate throughout her life.
For all of us in the prolife movement who have fought many battles for life, let us focus on the spirituality and prayer that moves mountains. Shall we? I hope to read more about this woman of God. A woman for our times. A woman who stares down the Culture of Death and its supporters with a white rose.+
Praise God for this brave woman. I am forever shocked and surprised that an otherwise decent country like Canada would pass such draconian laws such as they have against that which is merciful and compassionate. Their judgement will come. And why do the people of Poland admire her so much? The words were very clear, “They possess the FULNESS of the Catholic faith”. Many Catholics have lost the fulness of the Catholic faith because of the laxity and neglect and the malice of their shepherds, the priests and Bishops of a Church that threw away their treasures at Vatican II and began their own “religions” in it’s aftermath. Return to Tradition. Return to that which is timeless. Return to that which Christ left us and that which has lasted for over two thousand years, but which is beginning to disolve under the caustic solvent of Modernism. Be vigilint, but be warned.
God bless you, dearest Mary and Linda. Love and prayers, Joan, Chris, and Children