There are crazy people in positions of power that are attempting to pull women’s rights into the dark ages. Last time I checked, abortion was legal in the United States. It certainly isn’t accessible but it is legal, as legal as getting a root canal or breast implants.
I used to escort women and their partners (boyfriend, baby daddy, mother, friend, etc.) into abortion clinics. (Note: There were many patients that were there to simply get birth control or take pregnancy tests.) The anti-choice protesters were relentless and incredibly cruel. Their weapons were fear, intimidation, and lies. It was brutal and wore on one’s soul.
Patients didn’t fully realize the extent of the situation until they heard the verbal assaults as they left the comfort of their cars. They had been informed when they made their appointments of the potential for confrontation but until you are witness to such absurdity, it sounds conspiratorial. As I slowly approached the patient’s cars, I was often assumed to be part of the threat. The bright yellow “pro-choice escort” vest was invisible on my body.
I shouldn’t have even been there; it was actually quite stupid when you gave it some thought. I volunteered my Saturday mornings to help people from their car, escorted them across a parking lot, and got them safely inside a licensed health care facility. If I was helping people (women) get their eyes checked, you could argue I wasted hours and suffered unnecessary sunburns and frostbite. But because these women were attempting to take agency over their own lives, their own bodies, I had to perform such a function.
I don’t know how to fight crazy.