The telltale protests

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Around 1978 I was a militant pro-lifer for about three weeks. Then I decided I would rather sleep in on Saturday mornings.

In the '80s (better rested) a few of us piled into a car for a "Rescue" at an abortion clinic, which is where I first heard of Patrick Stanton, and his arrest for same. In the '90s, spotting a notice in the church bulletin that it was "Sanctity of Life Sunday," I went out for the prayer walk in front of Abington Hospital for two consecutive months. Pat Stanton was there, handing out signs with pictures of little feet and such. He didn't make small talk. Middle-aged women in passing cars performed rude hand gestures, and I checked out of the movement again.

In the fall of 2009, my neighbor organized a pro-Obama healthcare rally at Keswick Village, and it being a mere 10-minute walk from my house, I went to see. There was Pat Stanton with his signs, spoiling their love fest, the Channel 6 news van avoiding him.