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I cried with them. I bled with them.I cradled their maimed bloodied bodies in my arms as they suffered and died.Some because they sought dark back alley opportunists – but most crumpled on their own bathroom floor or in a hospital emergency room having been desperate and determined enough to self-abort – like Gerri - a beautiful mother of two daughters who died in June of 1964 on a dirty cold and impersonal motel room floor, alone, abandoned by her boyfriend after their attempt to self-abort went terribly wrong.I cradled her as she desperately tried to stop the bleeding – I shook with the horrible fear she felt – I became prostrate with the pain she was enduring - I was overwhelmed by her realization that she was dying. This is the legacy of illegal abortion – having been too long silenced – but no more will I be silent. No more will others be silent.DID YOU CLICK ON THE LINK ABOVE???