Novelist Marge Piercy Speaks Out About Her Illegal Abortion

Novelist Marge Piercy speaks out about her illegal abortion, recorded as part of Stop Patriarchy’s Emergency Abortion Rights Speak Out, which will be held Friday, April 11, in New York City, and webcast live across the country.

  • R0chambeau

    So she almost killed herself because she was too cheap to go to a doctor to have an abortion and we’re supposed to feel sorry for her?

    • Tina Tatertoes

      She was 18. This would have been in the 50’s, before abortion was legal. Not an issue of being too cheap.

      • corruptintenz

        It would be now that it affects the poor. This is reality now.

        • Plum Dumpling

          Yes. I am waiting for the proverbial to hit the fan. Any moment now. I am feeling quite sick about it all.

          • corruptintenz

            I am glad you said that. I get that feeling more and more and wonder if I am going crazy!

          • Plum Dumpling

            We are the victims of crazymaking. We keep on insisting it is a square nevertheless.
            “It would not be impossible to prove with sufficient repetition and a psychological understanding of the people concerned that a square is in fact a circle. They are mere words, and words can be molded until they clothe ideas and disguise.”
            ― Joseph Goebbels

  • red_zone

    Those who want to restrict abortion to the point where it’s no longer within reach of most women-and these women will be poor- the wealthy ones won’t be hindered- or want to make abortion illegal again should watch this video and seriously ask themselves if we really want to go back to the time when women, rich or poor, had no choice and no voice.

    The number one killer of girls between the ages of 15-19 is childbirth. Access to contraceptives, comprehensive sex education, better education for girls and yes, access to safe abortion will drastically reduce these deaths. Women need their choices, ALL choices laid out for them and without shame or judgment. That, in the long run, will save more lives.

  • Plum Dumpling

    This woman is a stunning poet.
    The Woman in the Ordinary

    The woman in the ordinary pudgy downcast girl
    is crouching with eyes and muscles clenched.
    Round and pebble smooth she effaces herself
    under ripples of conversation and debate.
    The woman in the block of ivory soap
    has massive thighs that neigh,
    great breasts that blare and strong arms that trumpet.
    The woman of the golden fleece
    laughs uproariously from the belly
    inside the girl who imitates
    a Christmas card virgin with glued hands,
    who fishes for herself in other’s eyes,
    who stoops and creeps to make herself smaller.
    In her bottled up is a woman peppery as curry,
    a yam of a woman of butter and brass,
    compounded of acid and sweet like a pineapple,
    like a handgrenade set to explode,
    like goldenrod ready to bloom.
    Marge Piercy

    • Plum Dumpling

      To Be of Use
      The people I love the best
      jump into work head first
      without dallying in the shallows
      and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight.
      They seem to become natives of that element,
      the black sleek heads of seals
      bouncing like half-submerged balls.

      I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart,
      who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience,
      who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward,
      who do what has to be done, again and again.

      I want to be with people who submerge
      in the task, who go into the fields to harvest
      and work in a row and pass the bags along,
      who are not parlor generals and field deserters
      but move in a common rhythm
      when the food must come in or the fire be put out.

      The work of the world is common as mud.
      Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust.
      But the thing worth doing well done
      has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident.
      Greek amphoras for wine or oil,
      Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums
      but you know they were made to be used.
      The pitcher cries for water to carry
      and a person for work that is real.
      Marge Piercy