It was around 1964, very early morning in spring, I think. I woke up hearing my Dad talking to my Mom and crying. I had never heard my Dad cry. He was a physician and unflappable. I went to my bedroom door to eavesdrop. I heard him tell her he had been to the hospital with his partner in their medical practice. Their receptionist was there. They had dropped by to see her and wish her well. Unbeknownst to them, she had sepsis, from a metal coat hanger. She had three children and they could not afford another. They stayed with her for hours. She died. They cried in the corridor.
This was the first time I heard about what an abortion was. Now it is all back in my memories, I am sending a metal hanger to the Supreme Court Justices. No text. No message. The hanger will say enough.
–Liese A Ricketts