Dear Marching Boots,
I am polishing you off. My wonderful dad got me into protesting from a young age (see photo below of me on the Miner’s strikes in the 1980’s. My claim to fame is mini me met Arthur Scargill!)
A few months before he died, I was telling my dad about the Dorries amendment and he went mad- I was so surprised- I never had him down for a pro-choice activist but he got him and all his pensioner friends writing letters to their MP’s. It was brilliant and inspiring. He told me “LadyCurd, a woman’s right to choose is something I will always put my marching boots on for.”
And so for my dad, for my rights and my girls, and for women, I am getting on my marching boots:
Step one- the wake up call- a letter to UK abortion rights.
Step Three- Signed this petition to get rid of the second doctors signature.
Step Four- wrote this and supported organising a counter demo celebrating 44years of access to safe legal abortion in my home town.
Step Five- Attended counter demo with Omble which was sucessful. “Honk if you support a woman’s right to choose” got lots of honks and lots of cheers. My marching boots of choice were a very fetching pair of black and white wellies as it had been raining that morning. Of course it didn’t rain all demo and I looked a twit in my wellies in the centre of town holding my #umbrellaforchoice (an umbrella with lots of prochoice slogans pinned to it).
Am going to add to this letter as I march my other steps although for various reasons not all will appear here as in some cases I might need to be an “abortion rights ninja” *cryptic face*
Lots of Marching Stamping Angry Love