90-Year-Old Mom Reunites With Daughter Conceived in Rape Who She Didn’t Abort

National   |   Steven Ertelt   |   Dec 26, 2013   |   4:58PM   |   Washington, DC

Patricia Hamlin is a face of abortion. No, she wasn’t a victim of abortion. Rather she was one of the babies who are aborted each and every day because they were conceived in rape.

Like so many other people, Hamlin could have become a statistic — another casualty in the war on unborn children. And her mother, Brooke Mayo, could have done something that most people support, including many pro-lifers, because they fail to see the humanity of the unborn baby in what is obviously a horrific sexual assault experience.

But, like so many mothers who rejected an abortion or were determined to give their baby a chance at life, Mayo decided not to have an abortion and made an adoption plan for Brooke. Now, 71 years later, they’re reunited.

The Los Angeles Times has more on this touching story:

It was late November in 1941. Europe was in the grip of war, Pearl Harbor was days away, and Brooke was preparing to move to London with a civilian Army corps. But for one night, everyone would try to forget all that. There was a dinner party in the Hollywood Hills to kick off the holiday season. Nice, not too fancy. The famous baked beans. A turkey. The host wore a belt buckle encrusted with tiny diamonds.

Brooke had driven herself to the party. After dinner, she walked down a set of stairs to head home. He came out of nowhere, she said, and raped her. She never saw his face.

You didn’t go to the police. Not back then. “They would have said it was my fault,” Brooke said. “In those days, the man was never at fault. For anything.”

When she found out she was pregnant, she considered getting an abortion. But it would have been a back-alley thing. “Women were dying,” Brooke said. “I wanted to live.”

So she went home. She went home to her mother, and she cried, and together, they made a decision: Brooke would postpone her plans to move to London. She would have the baby. “But I’d have to give her up.”

The baby arrived one morning in 1942. Cherub-cheeked, just like her mother.



When you were giving a baby up for adoption, they were supposed to just whisk her away. But a little before midnight, a kindly nurse bent the rules and brought her into the room for a few minutes.

Brooke named her Delphine.

“She was so beautiful to me,” Brooke said. “I held that little darling. But then I handed her back. I handed her back and I wasn’t going to think about her again.”

Read about the reunion here.