World Can't Wait received this message from StopPatriarchy.org, whose members have been rallying to expand abortion access and defeat the war on women in DC all week long:
This is a critical week for women across this country. The urgent need for this new movement to stand up to defeat the attacks on abortion and the entire war on women has never been more apparent.
It's not too late to be part of this essential mobilization. Join us:
Friday, January 25th at Noon at the Supreme Court to stand up against the March for "Life" (i.e. the March for Female Enslavement)
Saturday, January 26th from 10:00 am to 4:00 pm for the Emergency Summit to Defeat the War On Women at St. Stephens & the Incarnation Episcopal Church, 1525 Newton Street NW, Washington, DC.
To all those who donated to cover the costs of this week of action, thank you again!
If you haven't donated yet, or are able to do so again, please give generously - more funds are needed to cover the remaining expenses of this bi-coastal week of action and for the upcoming nation-wide protests for International Women's Day.
Read reports from on the ground in DC and San Francisco on our blog and at Revolution newspaper online.
Hope to see you soon,
Joan for StopPatriarchy.org
Read more: Stop Patriarchy—LIVE FROM DC, Day 2
Donate to StopPatriarchy by visiting StopPatriarchy.org and clicking the donate button!
|StopPatriarchy at SF City Hall Jan 22 2013
||StopPatriarchy at Supreme Court Jan 22 2013
More from the frontlines of the war against abortion rights
Watch our friend Dr. Wicklund speaking about her life caring for women in Abortion, Morality, and the Liberation of Women (on Youtube or DVD).
The Reality of Roe
by Sarah Stillman
From The New Yorker, January 22, 2013:
When I first met Dr. Susan Wicklund several years ago, she had given up on disguises. Back in the early nineteen-nineties, when her photograph began appearing on posters that read, “Wanted for the Murder of Children,” she’d adopted a curly auburn wig, bright red lipstick, and a garish beaded jacket for her workdays on the road—a costume that hid both her identity and the loaded gun she carried from a shoulder harness.
Many days, she travelled with a bulletproof vest, too; it brought some relief when she drove home to her husband and young daughter in Cambridge, Minnesota, only to find menacing strangers lurking in her front yard. “Every time I went to my car,” she later wrote of that period under siege, “I checked the tires, looked for nails on the ground. Each time I turned the key I waited for the bomb explosion, held my breath while the engine caught.”