Everyone’s Life Is Ruined If They’re Not a Supreme Court Justice

Lemme talk to you about some Sorrows of Young Werther shit. So, you know, some of you probably read this book in college and maybe it changed your life and stuff or you just thought it was fine. But here’s how it changed mine. So basically, this woman who has given our Young Werther NOOOO real signals that she’s down to clown, is SOMEHOW at fault for his suicide, so much that she later dies OF HEARTBREAK. I mean, it’s so like a guy to write a thing where he’s like “and then I die and the woman I’ve always liked DIES because I am dead.” But anyway, reading this book from 1774 reminded me of a fact I continually have reaffirmed watching the news: THE WOMAN IS ALWAYS AT FAULT!

And to that, we at LPJL say, NOT THIS FUCKING TIME. We failed Anita Hill miserably in 1991. We can’t fail Dr. Christine Blasey Ford. We MUST NOT.

We’re reading a lot of idiots who say that one thing you did as a teen should not ruin your whole life. Um, who’s talking about WHOLE LIFE? Also, one thing you do TO someone in high school… can actually ruin their whole life.

But let’s be clear the Supreme Court is not a fucking social media manager job. NOT JUST ANYONE CAN DO IT! Brett Kavanaugh has had a career. He’s done a lot of big deal jobs. His life is NOT gonna be RUINED by not being a Supreme Court justice. Being a justice is supposed to be an honor the way BEING THE PRESIDENT is supposed to be a fucking honor. It can’t go to someone who is morally compromised in any way. And let’s be clear, a person who would think it’s OK to hold a woman down, despite her protests, and turn up the music to drown out her screams, IS MORALLY COMPROMISED.

I mean, we can argue all day about what kinda punishment said person deserves. But one thing they DO NOT DESERVE is a Supreme Court seat. BECAUSE AGAIN THIS IS NOT JUST ANOTHER FUCKING JOB!

We all did some shitty things in high school. This is not a fucking shoplifting charge. This is a violent act. People who commit violent acts don’t get to DICTATE HOW EVERYONE IN THE UNITED STATES SHOULD BEHAVE!

Weekly Recap: August 6-10th, 2018

Give the people what they want!

That’s what the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences tried to do this week, as they announced a new category for “outstanding achievement in popular film.” But instead what they learned was that what the people really like is COMPLAINING! And also, hey maybe Black Panther was JUST the best picture this year, no sub: popular category needed! Maybe give the people what they ACTUALLY want and nominate great movies for Best Picture and not just period pieces about white people.

You also have to give the people what they want in terms of reproductive rights, and equal pay and economic opportunity, and quality healthcare—as all that stuff was being DEMANDED by all kinds of people all over this planet. They didn’t get it just yet, but the demands aren’t going to stop. We got shit to straighten out.

Like in Argentina, where we told you how Argentina’s Senate narrowly defeated a bill that would have allowed abortion up until the 14th week of pregnancy. We would be protesting any attempt to REDUCE the window for legal abortion to something as ridiculous as 14 weeks. But 97 percent of the people Latin America live in countries where abortion is virtually banned—so any step forward, or even an attempted step, is welcome. The next step will be to kick down the door.

Speaking of doors that need kicking, this Tuesday was Black Women’s Equal Pay Day, meaning a Black woman would have to work all of 2017 AND 2018 up through August 7th, just to make what a typical man would make in 2017 alone. Reproductive rights and economic rights go hand in hand. We know we’ll never be able to guarantee one without having both.

Other stories bubbled up all week that showed how much EVERYBODY’s rights EVERYWHERE are interdependent. Guess what?! Planned Parenthood provides health services for trans people in places where they have no other options. In Russia, the First Lady’s anti-choice campaign included an arbitrary moratorium on abortions. Great—Russia is trying to reverse its declining birthrate with what amounts to enforced pregnancy. It’s the Handmaid’s Tale with fur hats.

The state of New York tried to counter the lies of the “crisis pregnancy centers” while in Indiana, a cat hotel was transformed into a litterbox-of-lies new CPC right across the street from a real clinic. And now whole sections of the anti-choice crowd are masquerading as feminists. It never stops, so we can’t either.  

This week you got a real feel for just how interconnected everything is. The fight for abortion rights also takes place in countries that are ruled by autocrats, and in countries ruled by centuries-old religious dogma. And that fight for control of your own womb is intertwined with other fights for equal pay and equal employment opportunity, and with the healthcare rights and needs of trans people.

Fighting for any of that is fighting for all of that. Change takes time, but it’s unstoppable. We CAN have a world of reproductive autonomy and economic justice… where Mama Mia 2 has a real shot at Oscar glory.

What We Talk About When We Talk About Title X

The anti-choice lunatics who  dictate the laws and regulations regarding your reproductive bits want to put an end to abortion rights. They want to do that so badly that they’re willing to cause a massive increase in the number of abortions to do it. And that’s in addition to a huge increase in unwanted pregnancies, complications, undiagnosed cancers, and a thousand other things that will destroy the lives and health of literally millions of people. Because fetuses. If that sounds counterintuitive well… you know that’s how these guys roll.

We’re talking about the attacks on the Title X Family Planning Program. “Title X” sounds like a bad Vin Diesel movie. It’s not. But if we could get that greenlit that’d be great! Title X Family Planning is a federal grant program that provides low-income people with everything from cervical cancer screening to infertility counseling to STD testing, as part of a comprehensive slate of services for family planning and preventative care. Some 4 million low-income people rely on it through over 4,000 clinics all across the country.  

What the vagina monitors in Congress want to do now is to deny Title X funding to any of those health care centers that provide abortion services. And a lot of them do—BECAUSE THEY’RE HEALTHCARE CENTERS! And they know that healthcare includes abortion care. Of those 4,000 clinics, 500 alone are Planned Parenthood, serving 1.5 million patients, or roughly 40 percent of everyone receiving care under Title X. Bye bye.

Be clear on this—no Title X money currently can or does go toward abortion. Thanks, Hyde! What the Uterine Police want is to deny ANY Title X funding (for ANYTHING, including cancer and STD screenings and birth control) to ANY clinic that provides abortions, or even provides information about abortions or referrals to abortion providers! The rules being pushed right now would ban funding to any clinic that even told patients that abortion is available elsewhere!    

Here’s an interesting nugget: Among the many things Title X accomplishes is to reduce the number of abortions with the brilliant idea of making contraception available! Eliminating Title X funding to clinics that provide abortion will cause countless people to lose their access to birth control (not to mention things like cancer screenings—hello!). That means a lot more abortions—and under a lot worse conditions because the number of abortion providers will be slashed by the same insane plans.

Patients who would otherwise just have gotten birth control through Title X will now have to seek out ever scarcer abortion providers. That means that many of the abortions will be later in the pregnancy, complicating matters and potentially endangering the patients.

So… we could help people with birth control through Title X, and need fewer abortions… or we could endanger people and make more abortions necessary, in the name of stopping abortion! Again, these guys are so ruthless about making sure that no one even whispers the word abortion, they can’t think straight or logically.

As they often do, the puritan enforcers behind this sick plan have already provided us with a handy state-level example of the kind of carnage that these brutal policies would unleash. In this case, the unholy petri dish is the state of Iowa, long-suffering under its misogynistic masters.

Iowa instituted a system where clinics that provided abortion services could not be funded through the state’s new Family Planning Program. By 5 months into the new program, in December 2017, there were 54 percent fewer enrollees in family planning programs! Oh, and there were 3,600 more cases of STD’s in Iowa in 2017 too—a one-year increase of over 38 percent. That’s a lot of crotch critters. Nebraska and Tennessee have also similarly attempted to punish places that provide abortion as one of their services. We’re still waiting to see the results.

None of that matters to the anti-abortion extremists who will cause any amount of damage necessary to establish a beachhead in your vagina. Right now they’re pressuring the Department Health and Human Services to institute an Iowa-style ban on Title X funding to any provider who also provides abortion. Tell your elected reps you don’t want reproductive healthcare for millions of people held hostage by puritanical zealots.

Keep Title X serving the people it was meant to serve!

Remembering Dr. David Gunn on Abortion Provider Appreciation Day

Dr. David Gunn was murdered by an anti-abortion terrorist in 1993. His murderer was up for parole last year, but did not receive it. At the time, Dr. David Gunn’s son, David Gunn Jr., wrote a letter to the parole board begging them to not release a known terrorist. On this anniversary of Dr. David Gunn’s death, we wanted to share an excerpt of that letter, where Gunn Jr. talks about his father as a person, as a doctor, and as a father.

 

My dad was born in Benton, Kentucky to Pete and Mae Gunn on November 16, 1945. He and his twin sister Diane followed an older brother Pete III, and were, in turn, followed by a younger sister Lilith. He was part of a large family, and as he did eventually, all the Gunn siblings married, had children of their own, and we spent a considerable amount of time together with the family when dad was alive. As it stands today, dad would be a grandfather fives times over as I have four children and my sister Wendy has one. Dad would have been a wonderful grandfather. Our children suffer from his absence.

Dad contracted polio as a child which left him with a severely disfigured leg, and he walked with a limp his entire life. The impaired leg cause significant hip and back pain and stunted his growth. He was a slight man in appearance but was full of intense courage and determination. Although he was disabled, he never pictured himself as diminished or small; rather, he did all he could to ensure his childhood was not marred and scarred by disability. He played baseball though it pained him to run the bases. He was a Boy Scout who rose to the rank of Life just shy of making Eagle. He rode bikes, water skied, swam, and eventually drove a car (even going so far as to master operating a vehicle with a manual transmission using one leg). Growing up in rural southwest Kentucky, he hunted and loved fishing. Once he decided to reach a goal, he reached it. Polio may have maimed him physically, but it did nothing but fire his spirit and determination.

Dad was an avid reader, did well in school, and had an incurable sense of curiosity. As a result of his intelligence and a caring disposition, dad’s parents pushed him toward a career in medicine.  After high school, he attended and graduated from Vanderbilt University in Nashville, Tennessee. While a student, dad met my mom Reta and they married in January of 1968 before relocating to Lexington, Kentucky so he could begin medical school. Mom and dad welcomed their first son Charles Edward Gunn, Jr. into their lives on August 16, 1968. Unfortunately, their budding family was interrupted by its first tragedy when Chucky was killed in a car accident in March of the following year. I was born in October, 1970. Dad graduated medical school in 1973, and the family relocated to Nashville where dad stared his residency in obstetrics and gynecology at Vanderbilt Hospital.

While still a resident at Vanderbilt learning his craft, my sister Wendy was born in April, 1975. Dad’s ability as a doctor was recognized quickly by the physicians overseeing his residency. He received honors as a resident and was on the path toward an enviable career as a doctor specializing in obstetrics and gynecology.

Dad was a generous and humble young doctor, and his desire to truly help and improve the lives of his patients influenced his decision to move the family from the suburbs of Nashville to Brewton, Alabama in 1977. Brewton is a tiny, poor, paper mill town with a population of about 6,000 people just north of the Florida panhandle. When dad and his would-be partner opted to open a practice in Brewton which was served by a hospital with no real obstetrics facilities, I am sure many considered the decision ill-advised. Why would two promising young physicians leave cosmopolitan Nashville with its pre-eminent regional medical facilities for a backwater town in southernmost Alabama, his peers and colleagues must have asked. Dad’s answer was simple, he wanted to serve a community suffering from one of the highest infant mortality rates in the country. He and his partner desired to serve the underserved. They wanted to save lives.

Dr. Clay Newsome and and Dr. David Gunn opened their OB/GYN practice in Brewton, Alabama in 1977. Both young doctors were dedicated to their patients, and they tirelessly served their community. Dad was never one to shy away from engaging his patients, and I remember many nights doing my homework while he returned patient calls from the dining room table. Patients loved my dad not simply because he provided them excellent and quality care, they appreciated his authenticity. As an obstetrician, he helped pioneer a technique for delivering breech babies which significantly mitigated or eliminated the need for cesarean section deliveries. His technique was published in medical journals and is still used to this day.

While prenatal care and labor and delivery were his primary areas of practice, dad was dedicated to serving all of his patients‘ health care needs. To that end, just four years after abortion was legalized in the United States, with an understanding that patients in need of abortion services deserve a compassionate, patient, understanding, non-judgmental, and empathetic doctor as much as those who do not, dad undertook to learn and develop the skills needed to provide his patients that option. Eventually, he started seeing patients at a clinic in Pensacola due to a shortage of doctors willing to provide abortion services in the deep south.

During the late 70s and 80s, dad’s practice was primarily obstetric in nature. He delivered countless babies over almost 20 years in the field. My sister and I both accompanied him when he completed hospital rounds, and we each witnessed childbirth at an early age. After moving from Brewton to Eufaula, Alabama in 1983, dad continued to serve his community via a successful OB/GYN practice. He also agreed to provide abortion services to a clinic in Columbus, Georgia when the owner called and asked for his help. They had no shortage of patients but lacked a committed doctor. As was his nature, dad answered the call for help and started commuting the 120 round trip miles to Columbus, Georgia on Saturdays—that is after working a full schedule in labor and delivery—to serve a constituency in need.

I was 14 or 15 when dad approached me one day and told me I would be driving him to work on in Columbus the following Saturday. After years on his feet delivering babies with one good leg, he suffered excruciating back pain which made driving long distances uncomfortable especially following a full week of his normal duties. When we left for Columbus that Saturday, I’m sure I asked why he was seeing patients on the weekend in another city. He must have gave provided a satisfying, and long, answer. As we discussed abortion, I do not remember feeling any sense of controversy or misgiving. I knew what abortion was, knew it was legal, knew women needed them, knew girls who had them, and understood it was my dad’s job to serve his patients’ needs without judgment. It never occurred to me that he was doing dangerous work or that his decision to help this constituency of patients was one that would ultimately lead to his death. I was familiar with abortion but was naively ignorant of any controversy regarding the subject.

My education in the inherent danger of women’s reproductive care started when we arrived at the clinic for the first time as we were greeted by one lone protester wearing a sandwich board of offal masquerading as a fetus—a false image used to intimidate, shame, and torture the patients who passed him on their way to and from the clinic. While dad saw patients that day, I talked with some of the staff and learned of acid attacks, clinic bombings, and other acts of terrorism clinic staff and doctors encountered across the country on a daily basis. As we drove home that first night, I was shaken but dad was calm and reasoned. He assured me he was safe and there was nothing to fear.

He and I, sometimes accompanied by a sampling of my high school friends, made these weekly drives throughout my time in high school. Our regular drive to Columbus soon evolved to include trips to Montgomery, Alabama (another 180 mile round trip) on alternating weekends. Dad liked to talk and the long drives provided him a captive audience and an ample platform. Though sometimes tedious, confrontational, unpleasant, and/or stressful, these drives provided me some of my fondest memories, and driving a car for any real distance invariably reminds me of him and our road trips together.

Shortly after I moved to Birmingham for college, dad started to spend more time on the road. He started each week from Eufaula, drove to Columbus, Georgia, then headed to Montgomery, Alabama, drove down to Mobile, Alabama, and ended the week in Pensacola, Florida only to start anew the next week. He logged approximately 1000 miles per week maintaining this burdensome schedule. He was so committed to his job and patients that he traveled six days a week seeing patients in at least four different cities. When I asked why he maintained such a rigorous schedule, he told me people would suffer without care if he refused. As the 80s transitioned into the 90s, as the culture wars intensified, and as anti-abortion protests became more aggressive and confrontational, providing abortion services to women in the thick of the Bible-belt became dad’s sole occupation.

Though my dad was committed to his practice, there were others who were as equally committed to ending it. In the last year of dad’s life, anti-abortion zealots started a campaign of harassment and intimidation designed to drive him away from abortion services and out of their towns. These terrorists, and they are terrorists by anyone’s definition, circulated wanted posters adorned with my dad’s picture, his address, his phone numbers, and his work schedule all over the region including his home town, offices, and around my sister’s high school. He feared he was being stalked and followed as he drove alone city to city. I later learned this fear drove him to take alternate routes as he traveled alone from city to city. This was before cell phones were widely available. It is fairly sparse and desolate between Eufaula and Montgomery from Pensacola to Mobile. Anything could happen…

There were threats of violence phoned into the various clinics where he worked. He began to carry guns in an attempt to regain some sense of safety and peace. He, and his patients, faced a phalanx of hateful antagonists daily whose anger and hatred were inflamed by anti-abortion organizations and their leaders. Groups such as Operation Rescue published manuals instructing their adherents in surveillance techniques, offered advice on legal ways to harass and intimidate, and organized clinic sieges in an effort to further their cause and incite hatred and violence. Though these zealous terrorists attempted to silence him, dad refused to stop seeing patients who relied on him for their healthcare needs.

Dad lived under constant threat of violence for years. On January 22, 1993, roughly two months before his assassination, dad pulled into work confronted by another angry mob. Today, he must have thought, I am going to protest back. Dad greeted protesters outside a clinic in Montgomery with an impromptu solo performance of Happy Birthday to You celebrating the 20th anniversary of the Roe v. Wade. Next, he produced a large boom box, adjusted the volume to 11, and played Tom Petty’s “I Won’t Back Down” in their direction while he sang along. His protest generated some local press, his ongoing dedication to women’s health began to draw national attention, and the ire and desperation of his foes intensified.

At this time, Pensacola, Florida became the hot bed of anti-abortion activity. A local self-styled reverend and former Ku Klux Klan leader named John Burt headed the regional offices of Rescue America. Burt purchased a small tract of land adjacent to one of Pensacola’s women’s clinics where dad worked which was used to stage protests designed to intimidate and harass all who visited. Burt went so far as to build scaffolding next to the clinic’s privacy fencing so his follower and he could more easily confront the patients and staff. Burt knew of my dad and hated his occupation. Dad remained undaunted.

I last saw my dad on Monday, March 7, 1993. He spent the weekend with me in Birmingham and enjoyed a rare weekend away from work. We grilled (he cooked a mean steak), drank some beer, watched his beloved Kentucky Wildcats play a basketball game, and enjoyed our time together. As we talked face to face for the last time that Monday morning, dad told me a strange man approached him the previous Thursday or Friday as he was leaving Pensacola to come visit me. He said to me the man in question approached him and repeated his name with an odd cadence, “Dr. Gunn…Dr. Gunn…Dr. Gunn,” or something similar. I asked him if he felt threatened. He assured me he did not. I asked him if he was scared or feared someone would harm him as I was genuinely concerned for his safety by this point. He made light of the situation, said something flippant about the person confronting him, assured me there was no need to worry, and seemed sincere when he said he did not think those who opposed abortion would actually harm him. I was not entirely comforted but understood his decision. He drove away.

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He was an excellent and compassionate doctor who cared deeply for his patients, and he never missed an opportunity to help those in need. When one of three women are likely to have an abortion during their lifetime, it is imperative to have doctors like my dad who have the courage to persist under threat of death while never allowing the patient to see anything other than compassion absent of shame. Dad tried to leave the world a better place than he found it. There is no way to account for the people whose lives he impacted for the better just as there is no way to estimate the lives he could have helped had he lived.

 

Happy Abortion Provider Week!

 

For Abortion Provider Appreciation Week we talked to some kickass women who work at independent clinics about what being an abortion provider means to them!

How and why did you become an abortion provider?


Mona Reis: 
I was an anti-war activist in the 60’s and also lobbied for legalized abortion.  I was so fortunate to turn a deep passion into a meaningful career by working in the provision of abortion care the day after Roe.

 

 

Andrea Ferrigno: I started working in abortion care about 18 years ago with a local independent provider (also my uncle) in McAllen, Texas. Ever since I set foot in that clinic I was drawn to the work, I loved learning about the medicine, and the politics involved in it. But it wasn’t until Whole Woman’s Health acquired the practice after my uncle retired 14 years ago that I truly fell in love with abortion care. Learning about the holistic approach to abortion care from a women’s empowerment perspective did the trick for me. I realized then, this was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life and haven’t looked back since.


Yashica Robinson:
 I stumbled into abortion care by “accident.” I decided that I wanted to be an obstetrician – gynecologist. I really was most interested in delivering babies and being a part of this very exciting, memorable time in a person’s life. I came to appreciate that part of the spectrum of healthcare provided by OBGYNs includes abortion care; and I now appreciate this to be very satisfying work, where I continue to be a part of the most life changing moments in woman’s life.

 

What is the most rewarding part of what you do?

 

Mona Reis: One of the greatest honors of my life is working with the women we provide care to along with an extraordinary team of committed staff members at Presidential. A personal enjoyment is being able to encourage young women to expand their career potential.

 

 

Andrea Ferrigno:  There are many pieces of my work that are incredibly rewarding. Number 1 in my heart is always going to be direct patient care. To me, being able to talk to people one-on-one about their decision to terminate a pregnancy, to bear witness to their love and strength, is one of the most honorable experiences I’ve ever had. The work that I do behind the scenes pushing back against TRAP regulation, pushing back against picketers, working towards creating new models of care, and to continue to create beautiful spaces for people to feel welcome and loved also gives me incredible joy. To see people’s expressions when they walk into one of our beautiful clinics makes me so happy and proud!!


Yashica
Robinson: The most rewarding part of the work I do is counseling a patient and seeing her regain dignity as she understands that I respect her enough to trust her to make a decision that is best for her and her family… seeing her breathe a sigh of relief as she realizes that she owes no one an explanation, not even me!

 

What is the most terrifying aspect of what your job?

 

Mona Reis: I worry about the safety of my staff and I am profoundly concerned about how restrictive legislation impacts women across this country.

 

 


Andrea Ferrigno: 
The most terrifying aspect of my job is to see the hate in the eyes of the people that picket our clinics, to feel the hate in the words of the people that continue to introduce and pass anti-women, anti-choice legislation. It is terrifying to see that people continue to ignore the piles of evidence that support the safety and importance of abortion care, with the sole purpose of shaming and hurting women.

 

 

Yashica Robinson: The most terrifying aspect of my job is feeling isolated, and realizing that I will likely always be a lone soldier in my medical community because of the fear my colleagues have of being associated with an abortion provider.

 

What do you wish everyone knew about abortion?

 

Mona Reis: I wish everyone could respect how abortion care is the nucleus to freedom, quality of life and dignity.  Having access to abortion services should be a part of comprehensive health care for all women. And on a deeply personal note….. I wish everyone could understand how meaningful this work is.

 

 

Andrea Ferrigno: I want everyone to know that abortion is a very normal medical procedure, that the people who have abortions are all around us, our neighbors, our friends, our families, the people we love,  and that it is a decision made with intentionality, with conviction, and with love for the people we are, who we want to be, and love for the families we have now, and the ones we might want in the future.

 

 


Yashica Robinson: I wish that everyone knew that abortion is a necessary medical decision and should be left to a woman and her family.

 

 

*** And if you were looking for the weekly recap, we’re just gonna quickly rundown the BS that went on in the states this week. If you weren’t already feeling like donating your time and money to a local indie provider… well… you def will be after this paragraph:**
Abortion reversal is not real, but Idaho is not hearing it. Speaking of unsound medical science, Mississippi legit passed an UNCONSTITUTIONAL 15-week abortion ban, barely trying to justify the arbitrary week count with any facts besides “we want to.” Not to be outdone Kentucky’s going for an 11-week ban. And remember last week Iowa passed a 6-week one! South Carolina still wants doctors to lie to you, but harder. Your religion believes in cremation after death? Well tough shit in Ohio where they’re still trying to pass a fetal burial bill. West Virginia’s wants to put in their constitution that the right to abortion is not protected, because as we all know constitutions are just lists of things that we aren’t allowed to do, total bummers, not about our inalienable rights or anything. Utah announced sweeping new disability rights funding across the state… lol JK of course they didn’t they’re just still exploiting children with Down Syndrome to try to ban abortion. Oh, and Scott Lloyd is still a huge shithead who wants fake clinics to take over the world and only cares about refugees if they’re pregnant and want to end it.

The Supreme Court Case That Came From the Limits of Roe

January 22nd marks the 45th anniversary of Roe v. Wade. Join us all week (the 16th-22nd) in celebrating all Roe has given us and highlighting how much we still need to do.

Travel back with us to a spooky time and place (that even though it’s so bad now we’re still never gonna recon history) called “The First Bush Administration.” See the landmark decision of Roe v. Wade presented economic freedom and body autonomy for pregnant people everywhere. So you KNOW the garbage men in power would stop at nothing to poke holes in it. Enter some conservative Supreme Court judges, governor Robert Casey (who is now senator), and a bullshit Supreme Court case that forever kneecapped Roe.

Planned Parenthood v. Casey introduced us to the super ominous and also vague term “undue burden,” which means a “substantial obstacle in the path of a woman seeking an abortion before the fetus attains viability.” If there’s no “undue burden” then courts now rule “go ahead, my friends, restrict abortion!” But let’s think about this for a second. What the fuck does “undue burden” even mean. On its surface $30 for gas money to go to a clinic twice in two days following the 24-hour waiting period may not seem like that much. But if you’re living paycheck to paycheck it can be a huge blow. Or if you have to take two days off, missing valuable work hours, well that could mean not getting groceries for the week. We at LPJL hear stories like this all the time and work relentlessly with clinics to make sure pregnant people have safe abortion access. But let’s be real, “Undue burden”  was a win for the anti-abortion brigade, because it meant it was up to lawyers to prove that a 24-hour waiting period, or having the same doctor who confirms your pregnancy give you the abortion, and notifying parents, were a burden to pregnant people. And that means once again it was up to judges, politicians, and lawyers were deciding what each pregnant person felt. If the language is not strict enough in these rulings, anti-choice politicians will slime their way in.

We’d contend that all provisions that make people jump through hoops to maintain a medical procedure are “undue.” You wouldn’t have to tell a one-night stand you were getting a root canal, you know. If you had to have your gallbladder removed, they wouldn’t make you wait 24-hours to make sure you really wanted to.

So this Roe week, we want everyone to think about how fragile and porous Roe really is. While we love its legacy, we also know there’s so much more to do to make sure pregnant people have safe, affordable, and available access to abortion. Here at LPJL that means calling out the terrible politicians and anti-choice extremists who try to create a burden (yeah, we said it) so that pregnant people will be deterred from making their own choices.

LPJL DAILY TAKEDOWN – DECEMBER 11TH, 2017

Turn a festive holiday tradition into a spiteful partisan attack in one fun move! Anti-choice groups in Phoenix and Tempe in ARIZONA are going to put a holiday twist on their hateful chants by singing anti-abortion Christmas carols in front of clinics to shame patients. Good will towards MEN, amirite? This is so awful.

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The hard stories we never hear but need to: Part 1. For every lie about the effects of abortion (and there are a LOT of them!) there is a heartbreaking story from someone about the effects of not having abortion access. Here is one such story told by a brave woman in the Charlotte Observer

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Part 2 of the hard stories we never hear but need to: it still happens, wherever access to reproductive services including abortion are denied or hindered. USA Today tells this story of a TENNESSEE woman who felt compelled to end her own pregnancy—now part of a homicide investigation.

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Stop making sense!! This absolutely ball-busting letter to the St. Louis Post-Dispatch rhetorically asks if Missouri’s craptastic anti-woman, anti-choice Senate Bill 5 is an example of gender discrimination. Extra points if you answered “Fuck YES!”

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OREGON dude refuses to pay income tax because abortion. And that extra money must come in handy for buying boner pills. Hey, can I skip out on MY taxes because the government funds those fake Crisis Pregnancy Centers? I need to find a way to pay for my birth control! Get the whole story from Oregon Live.

LPJL DAILY TAKEDOWN – NOVEMBER 9th, 2017

This is why we can’t have nice things—like proper reproductive care. Our country has turned into The U.S. of Anti abortion assholery, and EVERY DAY, these providers are forced into a kangaroo court defending their right to provide services. Thankfully there are people like the warrior caregivers at Whole Woman’s Health, who never back away from a fight against the theological thuggary that is behind this constant assault. Buried in the barrage of other news this week, is the fact that yet again, Whole Women’s Health has been in court fighting yet another set of barriers to accessing a safe abortion. If you haven’t heard how your reproductive rights are on the brink this week, read about the latest fight.

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Tinfoil hat brigade wants to stop doctors from being forced to perform abortions. A new “Conscience Protection” bill would end another fake problem made up by the foremost authorities in making up a problem so they can “solve” it with legislation that harms people. Too weird to be true? Check it out in their own words here. Or get the view from the real world here.

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The abortion pill: it’s just a pill! Canada found a way to treat a helpful medicine as—oh, I don’t know—helpful medicine. Here’s HuffPo on how the US could be almost as friggin’ sane.

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Unsound! BFF of LPJL Dr. Willie Parker is in NORTH CAROLINA taking on their forced ultrasound troll-law, and spreading some know about how lack of access to abortion services can cause more maternal deaths. The more you read this, the more you know.

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Nicole, Come Get Your Boy. Keith Urban’s try at a female empowerment anthem is just… well… ugh.