Clayton Waagner's message to the United States.
Below is Clayton Waagner's message that he posted on the Clayton Waagner
Message Board. I am putting it up here, because as new messages are added to
the message board, his message moves down the list and his message may be
hard to find.
This is the message Clayton posted as reported in the AP article.
A copy of the AP article follows Clayton's message.
Brother Clayton escape from the DeWitt County Jail. He remains free at this time.
Clayton Waagner believes he is called by God to be a soldier for God and stop the
slaughter of unborn babies by babykilling abortionists. Many anti-abortionists believe
God opened the door of escape for Clayton to give Clayton a second chance to do
God's will. Time will tell if Clayton will obey the voice of God in this matter.
-- Matthew 10:28 And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the soul:
but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.
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Posted on June 18, 2001 at 04:21:46 PM by Clay Waagner
Dear Brothers and Sisters in the Lord:
Thank you for your support, both in your prayers and in your words of encouragement.
Both have meant a great deal to me. I cannot adequately express just how much
I appreciate you all.
The Lord has worked many miracles in my life since February 22nd. Most I can't share
with you at this time, as I can't afford to give away too much as far as where I've been
and what I've been through. But I can talk about what the Lord did to free me.
I've read several accounts of my escape and they all seem to make it seem as if it was
simple luck. To state what is obvious to all of you...it was not luck! From the day of my
arrest, I knew in my heart that God would free me. I knew He would give me another
chance to complete that which Iíd failed. I felt like Jonah on the way to Nineveh: the Jail
was my whale, but it would spit me out to go where God had sent me.
The jail is a high-security facility designed to hold dangerous federal prisoners in pre-trial
confinement. Most federal prisoners have drug cases and most receive sentences of 15
years or more. All, most all, would escape given the opportunity. In the eight-year history of
that jail, Iím the only one to succeed. The door they say I opened with a plastic
comb was a high-security device. I spent nine straight months trying to open that door
with no success. Though I had no idea what was behind the door, the Lord had laid it on
my heart that it was my path to freedom.
I fasted, prayed, and wept before the Lord, but hard as I tried I could not budge the door.
Yet I knew it was the way out. Iíd lost my trial, and sentencing was getting close. Soon Iíd
be moved to a maximum-security federal prison, so I prayed even harder. I stopped trying to
open the door and sought the Lord on how to open it. Iíd get so pumped up as I prayed and
worshipped Him that I would walk up to the door and shout at it to open in Jesusí Name.
Then one day the Lord answered my prayers. He simply told me how to get the door open.
It was like a word of knowledge. After nine months of failing to open the door, I knew exactly
how to do it. I wonít go into details now, but it wasnít with a plastic comb. The lock wasnít faulty.
It was quite secure. But the manner in which the Lord showed me to open it was very simple.
So simple that Iím sure it left the authorities in dismay that it had not been done before. Iím
sure locks of this design have already been changed in jails all across the country.
Once through the door I gained access into a crawl space between the cells and the roof. I worked for more than a
week at cutting a hole through the steel roof. There was no light and I could only work for a half-hour at a time, so going
was slow. But the real problem was that I was making so much noise that I knew Iíd be discovered before getting
through. So again I sought the Lord. I knew there was an easy way through the roof. I just knew it in my heart. So I
stopped working and prayed. When I went back into the crawl space on the afternoon of February 22nd I heard the
sound, dripping water. Again, it was totally dark, so I followed the sound until I found the drain. It was faulty. The drain
was secured by four 3/4' bolts that I was able to remove with my fingers. I pushed it through and saw daylight.
Waiting till dark was difficult, but I waited. The news said the low for that night would be 18 degrees, but I could not
wait. I read the hole was 17 1/4Ē, which I believe. Iím a big guy and had a great deal of trouble fitting through the small
hole. To do so I had to strip down to nothing. It was cold on my naked body when I made it through to the open night
air, but nothing had ever felt so good.
Again, I wonít go through all the details, but I took off on foot across country. This area is all open farmland with no
woods that I could find. I believed they would figure I would jump the trail that ran right by the jail, so I did not. Instead
I walked for what I believe to be 17 to 20 miles across open ground. To get out of town I had to cross a broad stream.
Remember that itís 18 degrees. I donít think they expected Iíd do that in the extreme cold. I know I was wishing I hadnít
within a few minutes.
At dawn I laid down in a thin line of trees that separated two large fields. I fell asleep and was awaken by the distinctive
sound of tracking dogs braying. I tried to get up but couldnít move. With everything in me I tried to roll over and crawl,
but I could not. I was freezing to death. The dogs got closer and began circling me, howling like made. There were two
dogs and they both had heavy-duty work collars. Though I couldnít move, I could talk, so I began talking to the dogs,
trying to soothe them. After ten minutes or so one came up close and sniffed me, then allowed me to pet its nose. They
stopped barking, but continued sniffing at my back trail and me. Eventually they left. To this day I donít know if those
were police tracking dogs that became separated from their handlers, or a farmers hounds that tracked me. It was so
cold out, I doubt a farmer would have such expensive dogs running loose, but I donít know. What I do know was that
when darkness came I was able to stand and walk again.
As has been well published, Iím pretty good in the woods. I have an ability to know north from south at all times. It has
never let me down...until now. I continued north and traveled through the night until I came upon what I was sure was
the town of Bloomington, IL. So imagine my surprise when I slipped into the town under cover of darkness only to see a
sign that said ďWelcome to ClintonĒ. The same town Iíd escaped from. I was less than a mile from the jail Iíd escaped
from 30 hours earlier. As is known, I stole a truck in the morning and the chase was on. Four police cruisers made me in
the first ten minutes (could have been the same one, but I had four short chases). I got away from them, and for the
next 12 hours did not even see a police car. Which is pretty amazing considering how hard they were looking.
A newspaper quote tells what they think of their inability to catch me that day:
"Every police cruiser in central Illinois was on the road and looking for one
truck, one man," Harmening said. "The odds of someone avoiding that kind
of pressure boggles the mind. We have no theories."
"He is probably one of the smartest fugitives we have ever tracked and
undoubtedly the luckiest," said Deputy U.S. Marshal Bruce Harmening.
No, I suppose they donít have any theories. But I do. My God has called me to a task, He freed me and He protected me.
They say Iím smart and lucky because it is all they understand. But I will state what you fellow believers already know. I
am anointed and called to be Godís Warrior. And in that call I am protected by THE MOST HIGH GOD.
Many of you have no doubt wondered what happened to me in the past four months. Well I didnít leave the country or
go to the beach. I have been preparing and equipping myself for battle. Please remember that I escaped dressed in
orange pajamas. I had to start over with no money and dressed as a pumpkin. I was also injured severely during my
escape. I could barely walk for the first month and even now I donít have full use of one of my hands. Add to these
disadvantages the unbelievable pressure that has been put on me by my pursuers. They have been extremely proactive
in the search for me and I have felt the pressure of that search. Up till now I have focused on preparing for battle while
trying to stay alive.
Deputy U.S. Marshal Bruce Harmening, who is head of the task force chasing me, has said that they donít worry about
me attacking clinics until I settle. He has correctly surmised that I have been constantly on the move. What he didnít
know is that while on the move I was gathering intel on abortionists as well as assembling the tools I would need to
Harmening also correctly figured Iíd be dangerous once I settled in somewhere. Well guess what? Iím settled in. I have
a very secure safe-house and I have all the weapons and tools that I need. It took nearly four months for me to get to
this point, but thanks to some very generous bank financing, I am at long last ready.
The government of the most powerful country in the world considers me a terrorist. That label set me aback at first. Then
it struck me: Theyíre right. I am a terrorist. To be sure, Iím a terrorist to a very narrow group of people, but a terrorist
just the same. As a terrorist to the abortionist, what I need to do is envoke terror. Thus the reason Iím posting this
letter. I wish to warn them that Iím coming. Sure theyíre on alert, but in their back rooms they all agree that Iím not
really after them. They slap each other on the back and say Iím just a criminal that will either lay low or leave the country
now that Iím free. This letter is to put them on notice: I will not leave the county and I will not try to start a new life
under another name. You have my word on that. God did not rescue me from life in prison for my pleasure. He freed me
that I might lay down my life for His will. He freed me to make war on His enemy. He freed me to make war on those who
profit from the merciless murder of His children. And a war it shall be.
I do not believe I will live long enough to see this war to its end, but I do believe I will see it become changed. I believe
that is my mission, to charge the war. I believe God will use me to escalate the war and increase the awareness of the
tragedy in the minds of His people.
So the abortionist doesnít get the wrong idea, I donít plan on talking them to death. Iím going to kill as many of them as
I can. I will use every talent I have and draw on every resource I can get my hands on. I consider this a war and in war
there are few rules. One of the rules that Iím changing from those that came before me is that Iím not targeting the
abortion doctor. I have discovered the hard way just how difficult these ďdoctorsĒ are to get to. They have the money to
buy heavy protection and they use it well. No, Iím leaving the big guys alone. Iím going after every one else. Anyone
who works at an abortion location or Planned Parenthood (I donít care if their location actually performs abortions or
not. ALL Planned Parenthood locations are targets.). It doesn't matter to me if youíre a nurse, receptionist, bookkeeper,
or janitor, if you work for the murderous abortionist Iím going to kill you.
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Posted on June 18, 2001 at 04:23:07 PM by Clay Waagner
The one thing I did have after my escaped was all the data Iíd compiled in my previous battle. For four months in 1999 I
had focused on compiling data on abortionists. The data included names, addresses, and pictures. I had hidden the data
on the Internet and was pleased to find it after my escape. Since my escape I have added to the list. One of the things
Iíve done is to follow abortionist employees home. They all feel somewhat safe inside their fortress/clinic, but not at
home. The doctors have protection that makes them difficult to follow once they leave their lair, but their $10.75 an hour
employee does not. The employees have proven easy to follow home and easy to compile data on. These are the people
who should worry about me. These are the people who need to get their heart right with their maker, whom they are
about to meet.
For the abortionist employee who doesn't want to believe this, call Deputy U.S. Marshal Bruce Harmening and ask him
about the number of miles I put on the vehicles I stole. Iíll guess 40,000 miles plus. Iím sure they were shocked at the
mileage. I didnít travel that much in a stolen car with no driverís license for the joy of travel. I traveled those miles while
visiting your work place and following you home. I donít know where all of you live. But I do know where forty-two of you
live. The US Marshal Service could protect you if they knew which forty-two are on my list, but of course they donít. More
on this latter...Iíll drop you guys a note and weíll get this terrorism thing started in earnest.
A STORM IS GATHERING. YOU CAN HEAR ITS DISTANT RUMBLINGS, BUT NO ONE KNOWS
WHOM IT WILL STRIKE. BUT BE SURE, IT WILL STRIKE.
Back to my friends and allies: God has done a mighty thing, but it has only just begun. Great things are to follow. The
search for me will increase, of that Iím sure. If you want to help me, please be diligent in your prayer support for me.
Pray for protection, sure, but also ask our Lord to give me wisdom. This is a war fought with violence, but it will be won
only with great wisdom. Also pray that every one I kill causes a hundred to quit.
As a sidebar, Iíd like to clarify something. I was surprised to read that the Secret Service had tightened security around
President Bush because Iíd been spotted seventy miles away. I do not hate the government of the United States of
America. Nor would I harm President Bush, even if I could. President Bush hates abortion as I do. Though our methods of
combating this crime are different, Iím confident that he will do everything in his power to stop the murderous practice.
Ultimately, I believe President Bush could be instrumental stopping abortion. I would never harm this man.
I hope you guys understand why I havenít called or dropped by for coffee. Americaís Most Wanted reported that the
search for me is the largest manhunt in U.S. Marshal Service history. Given the history and age of the U.S. Marshal
Service, thatís quite a statement. So where is all this manpower going? Sure theyíre watching my house. Iíve driven by
there. Theyíve set up shop in my neighbors house, even keep a chase car in his garage. But that doesn't take a lot of
manpower. I have no trusted friends that Iíd approach and they can't possibly anticipate where Iíd be the next day.
Deputy U.S. Marshal Bruce Harmening was quoted in one article saying that they donít have a clue where to look next.
They havenít been watching the clinics very close. I know this because Iíve been watching them close and I saw no U.S.
Marshals nor did any U.S. Marshals see me. So where is all this manpower that constitutes the ďlargest manhunt in U.S.
Marshal Service historyĒ? Iíll tell where it is. Look out your window. If youíre reading this youíve most likely been labeled
as an anti-abortionist extremist. I believe the U.S. Marshal Service has used the hunt for me as an excuse to do battle
against the movement. To get a wiretap they need a good reason. Iím the reason. When you think it through, there is
no other valid answer as to how the hunt for me can be the ďlargest manhunt in U.S. Marshal Service historyĒ. So be
careful what you say on the phone, even on your cell phone (as I learned the hard way) and be careful what you write
in your email. I have no doubt they are trying to put together a RICO or conspirisy case against you. So please, be very
careful what you say. It is easier than you think for them to find you guilty in a federal court.
Enough for now. Those of you whom Iíve written from jail know I can be long-winded in my letters. And on that note, I
want to thank Donald S, Linda W, and Dave L for your letters and encouragement while in jail. Dave, do you remember
writing in your newsletter that, ďIf Clay Waagner really is Godís warrior, then God will provide a way for him to continueĒ,
or something like that? Well, it was a prophetic statement.
Oh yeah, Donald, it was with some trepidation that I selected ďSpeak with Clay WaagnerĒ on your message board. I
knew Iíd not left any voice messages anywhere, so my curiousity was tweaked. I half expected my cell phone to ring
when I selected the icon. (Not really as my cell phoneís battery is always removed.) When I saw what youíd put up I got
my first real laugh in some time. I needed a good laugh. Thanks, friend.
In His Service,
P.S. I practice safe surfing.
Psalm 138 has spoke strongly to me.
Below is AP article which reported Clayton's message.
JUNE 19, 17:30 EST
Abortion Clinics Threatened on Web
By ALLISON SCHLESINGER
Associated Press Writer
PITTSBURGH (AP) ó Abortion clinics were warned Tuesday
to be on alert after someone purporting to be a
federal fugitive posted an Internet message vowing to
kill employees of abortion providers.
The U.S. Marshal's office said details included in the
message posted on an anti-abortion Web site suggest it
was written by Clayton Lee Waagner, a fugitive who
escaped from an Illinois jail four months ago and who
has said that God asked him to kill doctors who
The writer of the message, which was posted in two
parts Monday afternoon on the Rev. Donald Spitz's
"Army of God'" Web site, identified himself as
Waagner and threatened to kill employees at abortion
and reproductive health clinics across the country.
The writer says he, Waagner, was able to escape from
jail with God's help. He said he has continued to
compile the locations of clinics and has even followed
clinic employees to their homes in an effort to
continue his ``war on those who profit from the
merciless murder of His children.''
``So the abortionist doesn't get the wrong idea, I
don't plan on talking them to death. I'm going to kill
as many of them as I can,'' the message said.
``It doesn't matter to me if you're a nurse,
receptionist, bookkeeper, or janitor, if you work for
the murderous abortionist I'm going to kill you.''
The writer said he has decided to target employees
because doctors are hard to get to and ``have the
money to buy heavy protection.''
The writer said he was living ``in a very secure
safe-house'' and that he has weapons. He described
himself as a terrorist and said he was issuing the
message ``to warn them that I'm coming.''
Vicki Saporta, the executive director of the National
Abortion Federation in Washington, said Tuesday the
group had notified some 400 abortion providers and
health clinics across the nation by fax, warning them
about the message.
Saporta said she believes Waagner wrote the messages,
but said Waagner's supporters could have also posted
Waagner, who has said he was ordered by God to kill
abortion providers but has never taken any direct acts
against them in the past, escaped from an Illinois
jail in February. He was awaiting sentencing after
being convicted of possession of firearms and
possession of a stolen motor vehicle.
Waagner, 44, of Kennerdell, about 60 miles north of
Pittsburgh, was arrested in September 1999 after
crossing into Illinois with his wife and eight
children in a stolen Winnebago. Police said there were
four stolen handguns under the driver's seat.
During his trial, Waagner testified that he had
carried out surveillance on abortion clinics for
months, stocking up on weapons after God asked him to
"be my warrior" and kill doctors who provide
Earlier this month, a U.S. District Court grand jury
charged Waagner with robbing a bank in Lower Paxton
Township, just outside of Harrisburg, in May.
SAY THIS PRAYER: Dear Jesus, I know I am a sinner. I believe you died onthe cross to take away
my sins. Jesus,I ask you now to come into my heart and be my Lord and my Saviour, and take away
To contact e-mail: Glory2Jesus@ArmyofGod.com
Or write to: Rev. Donald Spitz
P.O. Box 16611
Chesapeake VA 23328
Another baby murdered by a babykilling abortionist.