My father was an abortion provider. (He’s retired now.) He had to wear a bulletproof vest, which was kept hidden from me as a child, so as to not scare me. One evening, while we were all eating dinner in the kitchen, the police called to let us know we had protesters at the end of our driveway – I’m the one who answered the phone that day. Another day, protesters followed his partner all the way home from their office, which was even scarier. And this was in relatively liberal, suburban NYC.
It was instilled in me at a younger age than most that women should have bodily autonomy, and I will be forever grateful for that. I couldn’t be more proud of my father and his partner Bruce. They helped so many women, some of whom traveled very far just for them. I know that if they were still practicing physicians, they’d be the first to go down to Alabama to help the women there, even with the threat of being imprisoned for up to 99 years (the same as murderers, and MORE than rapists!).