By Heather Booth
While I was still in college in the 1960s, a friend of mine was raped at knifepoint, in her bed in off-campus housing. We went with her to Student Health to get her a gynecological exam. Student Health said they “didn’t cover gynecological exams.” She was given a lecture on her promiscuity.
Another friend contacted me and said his sister was pregnant and nearly suicidal, not ready to have a child. And she wanted an abortion. I hadn’t really thought about the issue before. It was a more innocent time, and in some ways, I was a more innocent person.
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