Right now, across the country, there are at least 46 anti-abortion bills that have been introduced or are pending. We need your support now more than ever, the clock is being turned back 50 years. Women are being referred to as “hosts” by lawmakers and requiring the father’s permission before a woman can have an abortion. Does this concern you? How can you help?
Show the world that pro-choice activists don’t back down to bullies! And help Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates give money to folks who need more hope for freedom in Alabama. For your donation of $25, or more, receive a 16″x20″ signed, numbered, limited edition poster. (Purchase here )
When a national anti-abortion group tried to bully every clinic in the state of Alabama by mailing plastic handcuffs – along with a message to go out of business, or their staff and owners would end up in jail – Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates got motivated instead of intimidated.
Our co-director Pamela J. Willis is an artist who took those handcuffs and made art. Pamela auctioned her painting as a fundraiser for ARRA – Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates. Because so many of you asked for posters of Pamela’s “Don’t Tread On Me” painting, ARRA has them now for a donation of $25, or more.
All proceeds after printing and mailing go to the Linda D Foundation, which supports pro-choice reproductive health care in Alabama. The Linda D Foundation assists patients in the state with contraceptive costs, helps fund medical training for nursing students committed to the spectrum of reproductive medical health care, and works directly with reproductive health clinics to offset costs of abortions for patients.
Media Release – Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates (ARRA) group speaks out on Abortion Rights Rulings
Huntsville, AL, October 28, 2016 — ARRA commends the ruling by a federal judge blocking two laws today that would have restricted abortions in Alabama, including one that would prevent clinics from operating within 2,000 feet of public schools.
The second law would ban dilation and evacuation abortions, which are considered safe and commonly performed in the second trimester.
U.S. District Judge Myron Thompson’s Thursday ruling blocks the implementation of the laws because they will likely be found unconstitutional.
In the opinion, Thompson wrote that the state’s efforts to reduce disruption at schools located near two clinics placed an undue burden on women seeking abortion.
“The record contains absolutely no evidence of concerns expressed by the school’s students or their parents about the Huntsville clinic or the demonstrations near it… It’s long past time for our elected officials to stop wasting time and taxpayer money passing laws that violate women’s constitutional rights and start focusing on the needs of women and families in this state,” Susan Thompson, executive director of the ACLU of Alabama wrote.
The closure of two of the state’s five abortion clinics would disproportionately affect low-income women who would have to drive further, even out of state, to get abortions, Thompson wrote. Huntsville and Tuscaloosa clinics would have bee affected.
The ACLU of Alabama has challenged seven abortion restrictions passed in Alabama during the last three years.
Overturning Roe VS Wade doesn’t mean women go to “another state” it means something far worse!
Pro-choice does not mean pro-abortion. We do not advocate abortion over birth – we simply defend the right of women to decide for themselves. The pro-choice movement supports and works towards preventing unwanted pregnancies, reducing abortion, promoting contraception, educating women and youth, and ensuring families have the necessary resources to raise healthy, happy children.
Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates Applaud Supreme Court Health Care Victory
Washington, DC, June 27, 2016 —
ARRA –Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates applaud the decisive victory for reproductive rights in Whole Woman’s Health v. Hellerstedt from the United States Supreme Court this morning. As ARRA advisor and Coalition Liaison Stephanie Gilmore Ph.D. explains, “We are especially grateful to the five justices who recognize that Targeted Regulation of Abortion Provider (TRAP) laws place an undue burden on patients who seek abortion -– especially poor women, women of color, and rural women -– by overturning HB2 that Texas passed in 2013. Today’s opinion reaches well beyond Texas, into Alabama, and across America.”
Women’s health care clinics that provide abortions also provide cancer and preventative screenings, STD and STI screenings and treatments, prenatal care, and birth control. Gilmore elaborated, “For fewer abortions, make birth control readily available.” ARRA – Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates stand aligned with patients, abortion providers, clinicians, and escorts, as well as reproductive rights advocates and activists throughout Alabama and the United States.
In Huntsville, AL the Pro Life protest was not comfortable today. You might remember from my post earlier that the Pro Lifers were harassing the parents at the school. They were back today but they weren’t counting on one mother to fight back! Not only were they not following their permit guidelines they were endangering children by once again blocking the line of sight of parents dropping off and picking up students with a huge cross. One parent “GL” said enough is enough.
Quote from GL:
Permit says they have to be 10feet from the school curb- they told me to just come try to move the cross away- so I did.
They picked it up and ran away. — GL
They invited (dared me) to move it ten feet away from the curb- then they fought me to grab it back– GL
Thank you GL for taking a stand and making THEM uncomfortable! We need to make the Pro Life movement as uncomfortable as they make the Pro Choice movement. Maybe one day, they will learn that they don’t have the right to make anyone uncomfortable and they certainly don’t have the right to endanger anyone’s life.
We all have the right to be comfortable. We have the right to be comfortable and safe when we take our children to school and pick them up. We have the right to be comfortable when we seek out medical attention. We have the right to be comfortable when we discuss it. No one has the right to force us to be uncomfortable however it happens every single time a women walks into a clinic to receive medical treatment for any reason. Clinic escorts can only do so much to ease the pain inflicted upon the patients by the Pro Life protesters. As advocates we need to make our voices heard, we need buffer zones around clinics. We need to stand up to the clinic bullies. In the cities where the Pro Life Bullies are harassing patients and school children, we need to let them know that they don’t have the right to make anyone uncomfortable by shoving their beliefs on them. They don’t have the right to scream into the cars of children being dropped off to school. They don’t have the right to call women murderers as they seek out a legal medical procedure. As mothers, grandmothers, sisters, fathers, brothers, grandfathers, uncles and people who care, we need to make sure that future generations aren’t bullied and we need to keep fighting until the fight is completely won. We owe it to the people who fought before us to make sure we were comfortable. I’m not suggesting that we use violence. I’m suggesting we annoy them and make them as uncomfortable as they make us.
How can we do that? We can block their view. We can make sure they don’t get the good permits. We can counter protest. We can make signs that make them uncomfortable. We’ve seen this work at clinics all over. If every Pro Choice person made a donation for a sign, think of how many signs we would have to make the Pro Lifers uncomfortable. And if there was an extra person to hold the sign that someone sent, think how uncomfortable the Pro Lifers would be.
A “perfect storm” is an expression that describes an event where a rare combination of circumstances will aggravate a situation drastically. The combination of circumstances is coming together on a street in Huntsville, AL.
On one side of the road you have a Public magnet school, on the other side of the road you have a women’s clinic that offers abortions. Drawn into the eye of the storm are the parents and children from the school. The “Pro Life” protesters do not have a permit to protest in front of the clinic so they have obtained a permit to protest in front of the school. Even though they know that they are supposed to be 10 ft from the driveway, Carol Henderson is standing at the driveway during pickup and drop off with her large sign screaming into cars attempting to gain support for the Pro Life movement.
Not only are their signs offensive, but this is a traffic hazard and it’s against the permit rules. Permit rules state that you need to be 10 feet away from the driveway, she is not 10 feet away. But to be honest, what is really going on here? The protesters that harass this clinic and school are led by James Henderson. James Henderson has been pushing to close this clinic using any means he can think of, recently by pushing HB 527. Which states:
During the hearings for HB 527, Henderson cited a new story about the clinic owner fearing for his safety and having to carry a gun as one of the reasons that the clinic needed to be located 2000 feet from the school. Now, keep in mind the reason he fears for his safety is because of the protesters. Yes, you read that right. Henderson wants the clinic to be away from the school because of his group of protesters. His protesters aren’t fit to be around children that have been born. So I have to ask, is the harassment of the parents more fuel for the fire of HB 527 which is sure to be brought back in the spring?
There is nothing about the clinic across the street to indicate to the average person driving down the road or turning into the school that it provides abortion services. There are no Jumbotrons in the lawn broadcasting everything, there are no flashing neon signs, saying “Get your abortion here!” The only way to know that abortions are done in the building are by the “Pro life” protesters with their graphic signs, their megaphones, their jay walking and their general harassment of everyone in the general area.
In 2009, there was a Perfect Storm in Michigan. James Pouillon was a member of Operation Rescue who decided to protest with graphic signs in front of a high school. He made it a regular habit to protest in front of Owosso High School, in Owosso, Michigan. He chose that high school because his granddaughter attended school there. He said it was his calling from God and that when he died he hoped that it would be on that corner doing God’s work. He got his wish because on September 11, 2009, a man who had grown tired of hearing family members complain about the graphic signs drove by, with his window rolled down and shot Mr Pouillon. The Pro Life movement made James Pouillon a martyr. But it should be noted that the shooting of Mr Pouillon was not about Pro Choice or Pro Life, it was simply about the protesting and the graphic signs. The day before the shooting, the man who did the shooting, James Drake had lunch with his mother. The subject of the protesters at the high school came up and how much the graphic pictures bothered Mr Drake’s nieces. Mr. Drake muttered that he would take care of that problem the next day.
But the real worry is how long will this side-show of protesters be allowed to endanger the lives of people before a parent or a grandparent has had enough. How long will they be allowed to block the line of sight, yell into cars and harass parents and students because they can’t harass patients across the street. The school board and the city do not need to wait until tempers reach a boiling point.
This is not about the clinic or its location. The 1st Amendment doesn’t come with a code of conduct. However, these protesters seem to forget that their rights end where someone’s rights begin. You can’t claim to be “Pro Life” if you are willing to endanger the lives of living, breathing children and their parents. You can’t use your bad behavior to punish someone else because you don’t like a service they offer.
People always remember events that changed their lives. It’s inevitable that we remember them, the good ones and the bad ones. Some events take place on one day, some major life changing events take place over several days, sometimes even months. At the moment we may not realize how much of an impact the events have on the future of our lives. That’s how it was with me. I knew that the events were changing my life but I didn’t realize at the moment how much of an impact they were having on me. It was years later that I would understand how much these events would shape my life and change the way I look at things and how I feel about things.
Let me take you walk you through the events of my life that have shaped me into the person I am today. I had just turned eighteen, just graduated high school and every night was a party at someone’s house. The drinking age was eighteen so most of us were entering a new world were we could legally drink, legally go to bars, legally do anything we wanted. We weren’t under our parents rules anymore. Yes, most of us still lived with our parents but we didn’t care, we were grown ups. True, most of us had been drinking for a year or so thanks to older friends, but drinking legally was new. At that age, what we didn’t understand was limits, our own and others.
One night my two closest friends and I were going from party to party and ended up at an unfamiliar house. My friends, Marci and Sherry heard about the party from a friend of a friend. Even thought the party was in the Garden District, there were no printed invites and it seemed like all you needed to gain entrance was a pretty smile. The party was in full swing. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, the dancing was hot and steaming. We made our way to the bar, got drinks and took a tour. It seemed like every where we looked there was a girl looking dazed being kissed by at least one guy. Maybe if I had been older and wiser I would have seen the the warning signs, but I didn’t.
Before the end of the first drink, Sherry was paired up with a handsome large male. Before the second drink arrived they were involved in a serious lip lock that left me wondering if they had even had time to exchange names before exchanging bodily fluids. Marci was picked off next by a handsome guy with a drink. That left me wandering around by myself. The house was huge and I found myself out by the pool when someone whispered in my ear that they could get me a suit or I could jump in without one if I wanted. I turned around and discovered a handsome young man who introduced himself as Dante and the party host. He handed me a drink.
Two drinks later I was naked and in a hot tub. Two more drinks later and I almost remember being carried naked through the party upstairs into a bedroom. My vision was blurred, I could barely move, I was being kissed and sexually fondled and I didn’t want to be. I kept saying no but I don’t know if I was being heard. When Dante finished, he dressed and left the room. My ordeal was not over though. Before it was over, three more males would use my body like it was nothing more than a blowup sex doll. When I could finally move my arms and legs I got up and wrapped the sheet around me. I went looking for my friends. I opened several other doors and finally found them. They were luckier, their clothes were in the same rooms. They got dressed and we got out of the house. They weren’t in much better shape than I was but I knew that we had to get out of that house.
We managed to get to the car and get to Charity Hospital. We were ushered into three different rooms, our clothes were taken from us, in my case, my sheet. Blood was drawn, tests were run, our legs were put in stirrups, large swaps were placed in our vaginas for samples of fluids. pictures were taken. And then the cops were brought in. I don’t know how Marci and Sherry were treated but I felt like I had done something wrong. And maybe I did, maybe I shouldn’t have shown up at a party at a strangers house and maybe I shouldn’t have accepted a drink from a stranger. But the times were different in the late 70’s, we were more trusting, I was asked questions like “Did I lead him on? Did I indicate that I would be open for a sexual encounter? Did I say no? Did I ask for the drink? Did I want to have sex?” By the time I was done all I wanted to do was shower and hide. I no longer felt like I was a rape victim, I felt like they were accusing me of lying.
The hospital called our parents. And we were released to our parents. This was back before the days of the abortion pill, the morning after pill or any other emergency contraceptive. All three of us had to wait to see if we were pregnant. Marci was on birth control so she felt safe. Sherry and I were not on birth control. Sherry felt safe because she had just finished her monthly. I, on the other hand, was terrified. I had done the math, I knew the chances were very high that I was pregnant. And when I missed my period, it was confirmed. Out of the three of us, I was the only one pregnant.
Talk about the stars lining up against me. Here I was 18, pregnant and the kicker, I was lucky enough to have Catholic parents. Of course, I had Catholic parents, I was born and raised in New Orleans. This was not something I wanted, not something I planned, not something I was going to keep. I did not want to be pregnant. I also knew that my family would not stand for me getting an abortion.
Now came the hard part, I had to grow up and grow up fast. Morning sickness was horrible. Every time I flushed the toilet after throwing up I felt like I was flushing away my future. I couldn’t start college pregnant or with a child. No one was going to be looking down their nose at me but it wasn’t something I personally could do. It was not something I wanted to do, it was simply not my choice. So I went to the pregnancy clinic and I started asking questions.
The good news is they could help me. I wasn’t too far along. The nurse was kind, but she kept asking if I had considered adoption instead. She has me several times if I knew how many young couples out there would love to have a infant to raise. I told her I had no interest in being pregnant and I swear it sounded like she grunted. Finally I was done and was making an appointment to see a doctor. As she was looking at the appointment book, she told me that the soonest she could get me scheduled was two months. I asked her if that would be too late to have an abortion and she said that’s the chance you will have to take because that’s the soonest she could get me in. I let her make the appointment, I took the card and left feeling defeated.
I was sitting in my car crying knowing that the doctors appointment would be too late for me to terminate and I would be stuck with this pregnancy. By then I would be showing, my mother would know and there was no way in her Catholic world that she would ever let me abort. The visit that gave me hope had destroyed all hope at the same time. Then there was a tap on my window. I rolled down my window and the woman on the other side apologized for interrupting and asked if I was okay. The flood gates open and the tears really started falling then. I started telling this total stranger everything that was going on and how they had just scheduled the doctors appointment too late for me to be able to get an abortion. She held my hand while we talked, she nodded and listened. And when I was done blubbering, she said “I can help.”
She said that the clinic I was at really wasn’t a crisis pregnancy clinic but it was run by a Pro Life Christian group. So the appointment was setup on purpose to be too late to get an abortion. They had no intention of helping me get one. But she said not to worry because she knew of a doctor that could help. She gave me a card with a clinic’s name, address and phone number. It also had a doctors name. On the back she wrote her name and her phone number. Janet. She said to give her a call if I had any questions, needed any help. or if I just wanted to talk. I thanked her and she left.
That afternoon I called and made an appointment. I was lucky enough to get in the next day. The staff warned me that there would be protesters there and asked me if I had anyone coming with me. I couldn’t think of anyone. They said they had people that would walk me to the front door through the protesters. That night I called Janet and talked with her for a while. I was careful not to talk loudly or say anything that might catch my parents attention. I found out that she was one of the clinic escorts and the clinic that she found me at was a new ploy by the Pro Life movement to stop abortion. They played on the emotions of women getting them to wait to long to have abortions and then either keeping the child or putting it up for adoption in their private adoption agency. It sounded strange to me. Personally my mind was made up.
Janet was there the next day and walked with me through the group of protesters. It was horrible. They went from being kind and asking to help to screaming at me that I was a murderer. They kept screaming that I was killing a baby. Janet held my arm and we kept walking. It was awful. It was a walk of shame and it was as bad as if not worse than the rape. If I thought that I had been judged before in the hospital, it was nothing compared to what these people who called themselves Christians were screaming at me. I thought I recognized a few of them from my parents church. I hoped I was wrong. There was no escaping them until we got to the door and they followed us all the way there with their screaming.
The appointment went well. A physical exam, a talk about options. Was I sure? There was no turning back once it started, I needed some one to drive me home and I needed to rest for a couple of days afterwards. If I could get things setup on my end, the abortion could be done as soon as the next day. I made the appointment, one way or the other I would make it happen. Money was another issue. The only thing that saved me there was I had been saving up money that my parents didn’t know about because I didn’t want to live in a dorm at college. I wanted an apartment. I would take the apartment money and use it for the abortion.
That night I called a friend from high school and begged for her help. I knew I could trust her, she wasn’t religious and she was one of those girls that did what she wanted all the time. She still lived at home so I couldn’t stay at her house. She suggested a cheap motel and she would stay with me. More expense. She said she could make food runs and it could be a two day slumber party. The plan was set, she would pick me up the next morning.
It wasn’t the first time I had lied to my parents but it was the most serious. I packed a bag told them I was going to a friends house for a couple of days. Angie picked me up and off to the clinic we went. I walked the walk of shame with Angie on one side and Janet on the other. Only this time I held my head high and looked straight ahead. I didn’t let their harsh words get to me. I would not cry or cringe when they called me “murderer” or “baby killer”, I would not flinch when they called me a “slut”. I knew better. I was taking my life back.
The next six hours are still a blur to me after all these years. I went from having a questionable future to having my future back. As long as I survived the abortion, I would go to college, get my degree and go on like nothing ever happened. I would have my life back. When it was over, Angie and Janet helped me back through the gauntlet of shame. The next two days we spent in a hotel room, eating, sleeping, watching tv, talking. She didn’t pass judgement on me when I told her everything that had happened to me. She confided me that she too, had an abortion.
Years later, years of therapy later, lots of reflection on my life and being disabled due to PTSD, I no longer wonder how my life would have turned out had I not gone to that one party. Even my doctors agree that the events of that night didn’t affect me as much as the walk of shame through the protesters did. Being raised Catholic and walking through a line of people calling me horrible names did a number on my mind. After the abortion I went to school and got my degree in nursing. It’s not what I wanted in the beginning. But it’s what I needed to do. I ended married, with three lovely kids. They all know about the abortion. They do not know about the walk of shame. That’s something I only talk about to my therapist. She understands that words can hurt as bad as a slap.
These are not pictures from my walk to the clinic to make my choice. These pictures are newer, this proves the battle is still going on. This proves we need to end the shame that the “sidewalk counselors” want to shove on women. We need to keep fighting for our sisters, so they don’t end up like me in their fifties taking a sleeping pill every night because my dreams are filled with people shouting at me that I’m a murderer. I do not regret my abortion. I do not regret my choice. I do not regret the walk that I took to get to the clinic for it is not a walk of shame, it is a walk of choice. It is a walk a freedom. It was my walk.
In the end, the doctors all agree, it wasn’t the rape that caused my PTSD, it wasn’t the actual abortion that caused it. The most traumatic thing I suffered during those weeks was facing the protesters screaming at me. The ones calling me a murderer, a slut, telling me to keep my legs closed and that I was killing my baby. I wasn’t killing my baby. I wasn’t killing anything. I was taking control of my life.
From September 23rd to November 1st, The National Right to Life (sic) is hosting 40 days of life. Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates are responding with a challenge — raise $1 a day for 40 days for REPRODUCTIVE FREEDOM!!!
Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates (ARRA) offers financial assistance to any woman who finds money is the last obstacle between herself and abortion or birth control and parenting in healthy and safe environments. Since Governor Bentley has defunded Planned Parenthood in Alabama, we will be helping even more women get into private clinics.
And we need your help!
Here’s how you can help: pledge 25¢, 50¢ or even $1/day for 40 days — that’s a $10, $20, or $40 pledge to ARRA to help a woman in need. It’s easy to do, look on the left for our donate button and click there. Encourage your friends and loved ones to help as well.
The co-executive director for ARRA (Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates), Pamela Willis, is an accomplished artist – in fact, you may recognize her artwork from our “Trust Women” logo that features the state of Alabama with the feminist fist icon.
Initially, we raised over $1,000 for the little “handcuff stunt”. So, PLAL is now indirectly funding abortion for women who need assistance through their dumb intimidation tactic(s). Not to be outdone, Ms. Willis finally completed her art piece using the pair of handcuffs that were sent to the clinic in Huntsville, Alabama. The title of this absolutely beautiful work of art is called “Don’t Tread on Me” and all proceeds from the sale of this painting will go directly to ARRA to help Alabama women.
If you would like to bid on this artwork, you can go to her Facebook page here and leave a comment or send her a private message, or email her here. As of June 6, 2015, bidding is up to $525. Bidding closes at midnight on July 4, 2015, so get to bidding and help ARRA continue to assist Alabama women in their time of need.
The Alabama House of Representatives has put HB 527, the so called “2000 foot bill” that equates reproductive health centers with sex offenders on their special order calendar for Tuesday, May 27 at 1PM to be voted on the House floor. It is #7 on the special order calendar, If you can make it to the State House in Montgomery, we need you there in the front row of the gallery wearing your best prochoice gear to show the lawmakers that we will not idly stand by while our legal healthcare rights are taken away from us! This bill could close EVERY reproductive healthcare center in the state. No signs are allowed in the gallery, which is on the 7th floor.
Here is our statement on the House vote on HB 527:
“Alabama Reproductive Rights Advocates stands firmly against HB 527 and the targeted attack on womens healthcare in Alabama. This bill was brought about out of the frustrations of the anti-abortion protesters in North Alabama who have been attempting to block access by manipulating existing laws unsuccessfully. These protesters are now seeking to use the Alabama State Legislature as a pawn at the expense of the taxpayers to carry out a personal vendetta. By likening a health care facility to a sex offender in the wording of the bill it is clear that the intent is not to make women safer, but to deny access in Huntsville. These last minute attempts to force this bill through the legislature would be better served to fix our state budget, and not create an ongoing legal battle by violating the constitutional rights of Alabama citizens.”