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My mother was big in the abortion rights movement. In the early 1960s, when abortion was still illegal, she had a miscarriage at around six months. So she's covered in blood, with a dead fetus between her legs, and the doctor told her she couldn't be cleaned up yet. GUESS WHY? 1/ https://twitter.com/ElyZeigler/status/1126273560354480128
A full examination had to be done, and presented to a POLICE OFFICER, to prove my mom hadn't committed Manslaughter. Imagine that. Worst moment of your life, in pain, covered in blood, dead fetus. PLEASE WAIT LIKE THAT WHILE WE TREAT YOU LIKE A CRIMINAL.
So, "please breathe a little," @ElyZeigle? Shut your mouth, you arrogant little worthless fuckstain. Let the people who are in danger of being criminalized for medical emergencies, who are being treated like brood mares, fight this with every ounce of their strength.
Want to be worth something? Be just as outraged, as scared, as motivated to FIGHT, as women are. If you're not, SIT THE FUCK DOWN & GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY.
While I've got your attention, empty your piggy bank and give the proceeds to @AIsForOrg. Thank you and good evening.
While I've got your attention, empty your piggy bank and give the proceeds to @AIsForOrg. Thank you and good evening.
Epilogue: Frances Janet Weinstein Avallone. 1936 -- 2003. She ran the Right to Choose in NJ for about two decades. She was a goddamn hero.
P.S.: One more thing to make clear: my mother wasn't a big activist before her miscarriage. She was radicalized by the experience. She spent the rest of her life fighting to protect women from what she endured.
