I wore stockings under my jeans under my sweatpants to the March
for Life in Washington, D.C., last Friday. Some said the weather
fit the occasion: This march doesn’t belong in July. People should
come out on the anniversary of
Roe v. Wade
, they said, and people should come in the cold. A speaker on the
National Mall labeled ours a “culture of death,” and said that
through abortion we’ve eliminated from our nation enough children
to equal the population of England. My friends and I
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