Remember the 12 year old girl who came into the office…she was pregnant by her step-father? Remember her tears of shame and how she couldn’t make eye contact? Remember how she clutched her teddy bear? Remember her mother yelling at her…”Tell them, tell them what you’ve done.” No? I do. I helped her get undressed. Helped her remove her little girl underwear. She was so afraid…I held her hand and made small talk while she was gently, very gently examined by the doctor.
I called Child Protective Services and made a report.
Where were you…oh, that’s right, you were outside picketing against Roe v. Wade. She clutched her teddy bear for comfort, you clutched your rosary in righteous damnation. I took sides that day, and never looked back.
