. . . and now it’s Wednesday morning and I’m on the road – on assignment! I’m working on a story for Streetvibes today. We’ll be back with a new post tomorrow.
It looks wet out there. Stay dry!
On Tuesday mornings, I teach a writing class on Auburn Avenue. On those mornings, when I get off the bus, I have to pass the Planned Parenthood building.
While walking to my destination, I have no choice but to look at the anti-abortion signs up and down the sidewalk in front of that building.
A lot of those signs have pictures of dead babies. They’re hard to look at. Most of the time, there are a few protesters there wanting to give me a pamphlet to read. I always say “no thank you.”
After teaching the class, it’s the same deal. I have to pass that building; I have to look at those signs in order to get to my bus stop.
I’ll be doing the same routine this morning but, of course, things are a little different now. On Sunday, an abortion doctor was shot and killed.
Will those signs still be up? Will one of those guys want to hand me one of his pamphlets? Will he still want to force his opinion down my throat?
I realize it only takes one nut, one killer, to blow this abortion debate out of proportion, but this morning, it would be nice to be left alone. Chances are that won’t happen.
If I’m approached, I think I’ll ask the guy handing out the pamphlets if he thinks all life is precious. Maybe I’ll ask him if he thinks that doctor getting killed was a good thing.
I’m afraid what his answer will be.
(Photo from flickr.com)