There were not many clients and a lot of antis with nothing much to do. A car pulled to the curb and the client and companion got out. D was there immediately and stepped in front of me to talk to them. I was able to explain the orange vests, the antis and that the clinic wasn’t opened yet. They decided to wait in their car until the doors opened.
The wait was about 30 minutes. D hovered beside their car talking the whole time. Soon she was joined by B from the CPC. After about 15 minutes of this, the car pulled away from the curb. They reappeared in about 5 minutes and parked across the street from the entrance to the clinic.
When the doors opened, we escorted them in with minimum interference. A short time later, the vehicle’s lights started flashing and the horn was honking. I went inside to let the driver know the car alarm was going off, but I hadn’t seen anyone near their car.
The companion looked out of the clinic door to check on it, but it quit about the same time. B and D started yelling, “It is a Holy Ghost intervention. The Holy Ghost is calling you out of this place. It is a message not to kill this baby.” The companion ignored them and walked back inside.
About 10 minutes later the companion came out to drive away. As they were crossing the street, B followed telling them about the sign from the Holy Ghost all of the way across the street. Ignored again, she came back to the clinic door to find someone else to yell at.
Sometimes it isn’t a message. It is just a car alarm malfunctioning.
REMINDER: Share your story.
January 22, 2013 is the 40th Anniversary of Roe v Wade. Forty years of legal, safe abortions. This invitation comes from our allies at Kentucky Religious Coalition for Reproductive Choice:
“KRCRC (is making plans for a January 20 event in Louisville, “The Roe Monologues,” to mark those 40 years (four decades, two generations!) since the Roe v Wade ruling, and we need your help.
We’re looking for your story. But also for your mother’s, your daughter’s, your sister’s, aunt’s, girlfriend’s, roommate’s, friend’s story. Fairly brief; 2 to 5 minutes, and starting with the year. (e.g. “It was 1983, and I was trying to finish up my nursing degree, when I found out I was pregnant.” “In 2008, my wife and I had been trying for several years to have a baby. Now she had finally gotten pregnant, but when we got the results of the amnio, …” “1957. I was living in Missouri, and abortion was illegal. When my roommate learned she was pregnant, …” etc)
On Jan. 20 at our event, we will love it if you will present it yourself. But if it’s bad timing, bad location, or you’d just rather not get up to present it yourself, we will be happy to have someone read it for you. Also, you can use your own name or a made-up name, your choice.
We need these stories! – and people need to hear them. Will you help us? Will you spread the word that we’re looking for these stories?
Please email email@example.com if you think you’d like to participate, either in person or by providing a story for someone else to read.”
By stepping out and talking about our experience we reduce the stigma and shame that surrounds abortion. By sharing our stories, we support each other and continue building a world where reproductive justice is a reality.