A recent video from the Center for Medical Progress’s investigative journalism project shows abortionists using forceps to separate out the organs of an unborn child they have freshly killed. On television, of course, it’s only described as “fetal tissue” because they want to estrange their victims from us, the folks who walk around, breathe freely and watch CNN.

But when they have the body of the unborn child splayed out on a petri dish with the bright lights streaming up to highlight each intact organ, they slip. They tell the truth: “It’s another boy.”

Occasionally, even liberal journalists let the truth slip out about abortion. In 2012, TIME Magazine’s Joe Klein wrote about “Rick Santorum’s inconvenient truths.” Joe said that ultrasound “has made it impossible to deny that that thing in the womb is a human being.”

Impossible to deny? Check out Planned Parenthood defending their trafficking in organs of unborn children they have killed. It’s all for research. It’s all so beneficial to humanity. They don’t profit from it, they assure us.

This ability to deny the obvious has long been the standard practice of Planned Parenthood. But from the beginning, they sometimes tell the truth unwittingly. While researching my M.A. Thesis years ago, I had to interview the Director of Planned Parenthood of Seattle. She was the last of my many sources for a historical study of the 1970 Washington State referendum that legalized abortion.

My problem was that her office was located in the converted super market that Planned Parenthood used as an abortion facility. Not surprisingly, the abortion super market was located in the Central District of Seattle, where most residents are black.

I tried to get the Director to meet me at one of Seattle’s famed coffee shops. She began to get suspicious. Either I came to her office for the interview or I could forget it. Oh, and by the way, was I a Catholic? No, I assured her. I’m Lutheran. Come ahead, I was told.

I prayed before entering that charnel house where only half the patients come out. Under a leaden gray sky, I walked across the parking lot and into Planned Parenthood. I knew that if I saw a young woman who had been persuaded to let them kill her unborn child, I would not be able to maintain my cool façade.

I could not say to my God and my conscience: “I’m only here to finish my master’s thesis. And if I say anything to dissuade this anxious young woman, I’ll only be arrested and achieve nothing. It won’t save the life of a single child. I need to get this interview, the indispensable concluding chapter on years of graduate study.”

Amazingly, no one but a smiling receptionist greeted me. There was a dead rose on the counter. Go right in; the Director’s waiting for you, she assured me.

Meeting the Director, we began immediately to talk about the decade-old referendum. On her wall was taped a yellowed poster of Pope Paul VI. “I’m a no like-a dat pill,” the caption read. Hmm. Liberals disdain racism and bias, they tell us, but anti-Catholicism and Italian-accented Pidgin English are just fine.

The Director boasted how they phrased the law that they placed on the ballot for the referendum. Abortion advocates provided unusual wording that would allow Planned Parenthood to advise young women simply to move out of their homes temporarily — in order to qualify for a legal abortion. Voters thought there were safeguards in the proposed law, but these were instead Planned Parenthood-designed loopholes. Instead of the word domiciled, she noted with evident pride, the abortion advocates had inserted residing with. Their legal advisers helped them with that one. Since domiciled meant a permanent legal address, that could have been problematic.

By substituting residing with, Planned Parenthood could advise young women to move out of their homes the night before a scheduled abortion and their husbands or boyfriends never had to be informed of their plans.

The Director was especially proud to tell of a young military wife from Fort Lewis whose husband was fighting in Vietnam. This lonely young woman had gone to her office Christmas party, had had too much to drink, and a co-worker had taken advantage of her. The Director beamed when she told me she used that loophole to effect an abortion because that young wife was not residing with her husband.

She also told me how the referendum’s backers received 20% of their campaign budget from a single illegal abortionist. The Director was happy to show me the telegram she had received from the famous Harriet Pilpel, then Planned Parenthood’s General Counsel. Pilpel congratulated the Washington abortion advocates on their victory in 1970. They had won with just 54% in a state they had expected to carry overwhelmingly for liberal abortion. But a win’s a win.

“Hosanna! And how wonderful for all of us,” the fading decade-old telegram said. The Director offered it to me to keep. Trying to be gracious, I said I could not think of it. She had won the referendum. I handed it back.

Some Americans then and now think Planned Parenthood doesn’t stand for abortion. But soon after this telegram was sent, they would become the world’s leading engine for killing the unborn. In the U.S. alone, Planned Parenthood kills some 800 unborn children every day.

And now, we see, they also traffic in their victims’ organs.

I salute the heroic journalists of Center for Medical Progress. Their pioneering efforts should persuade Congress to cut off all funding for this evil enterprise. Killing is no charity. Death is not educational. The words of Harriet Pilpel’s telegram are etched in my memory. Hosanna means “God save us!” Even Planned Parenthood doesn’t always lie.