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 Battle Lines are being drawn.  The Supreme Court's 5-4 majority is about to put an end to Roe v Wade.  Despite the fact that national polls show a majority of Americans are pro-choice, the stage is set.  Settled Law?  Not so, apparently.  

Already many women I know are gearing up for the fight they know is coming.  This is worst-case scenario stuff.  If anything could polarize this country more than it already is, it is the question of legal abortion.  

It is the slavery of our time.  The biggest moral question dividing the country...despite the polls.  For many, it appears as if our country is going backward.  So why now?  I can't help but think this move is related to other issues, most notably the agenda of what's left of the Republican party.  

This is the agenda of fear and the mixture of church and state.  The ironies abound.  Liberals say that the pro-life faction is only pro-life until a child is born.  After that child is born, they claim, that child is virtually abandoned when it comes to all the resources needed to sustain that life.  To really be pro-life means to create a society that supports the well-being of that child all through life.  

What will probably ensue if the Court follows through with ending Roe v Wade is that individual states will handle the question.  Already I've heard people say that they will open their homes to women who need this kind of health care.  



37 years ago, my father-in-law, Don Minkler became what he considered to be the face of reason by participating in a public service ad about the need for medically safe abortion.  The feature ran in Time magazine and the message is just as important today as it was then.  I share it here because the stakes are high and the people are angry.

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