I was looking for a picture of Dr. Robert Spencer, "The Angel of Ashland", revered criminal abortionist of rural Pennsylvania. I found DEAR DOCTOR SPENCER: Abortion in a Small Town
The blurb gives Spencer's career in a nutshell. And toward the end, it notes:
The program includes interviews from those who remember Dr. Spencer, including Ashland residents (his wife, his lawyer, and many of his friends); women who traveled in search of his safe care; and a juror who served at one of his trials and helped to acquit him, even though she opposes abortion.
They're forgetting somebody. Somebody who was the reason for one of those trials. Somebody who died on the table during one of Dr. Spencer's holy abortions. Somebody who mattered. Somebody who had a name: Mary Davies.
If it's all about the women, why was Mary not even worth mentioning?
It's an omission abortion advocates make consistently.
Obituaries for prochoice icon Harvey Karman gush about him. They never make any mention of Joyce Johnson, the woman he killed in 1955 by trying to perform an abortion on her with a nutcracker in a motel room. If it's all about the woman, why is Joyce forgotten?
Likewise, Milan Vuitch gets a hagiographic obituary. If it's really all about the women, why are Wilma Harris and Georgianna English beneath everybody's notice?
Ditto for Benjamin Munson. He is lauded. Linda Padfield and Yvonne Mesteth slide by under the radar.
Abortion supporters' stories about grandfatherly old William Jennings Bryan Henrie, abortionist, do mention that a woman died, but only to lament that poor Doc Henrie got picked on about it. They never mention her name. I finally tracked it down: Jolene Griffith. If it's all about the woman, where does Jolene fit in?
Mary Davies. Joyce Johnson. Wilma Harris. Georgianna English. Linda Padfield. Yvonne Mesteth. Jolene Griffith. All women. Only one of whom even rates a footnote among the self-proclaimed champions of women. And she doesn't even, in their estimation, deserve a name.