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Fighting for a legal abortion in March 1970–and winning

In the aftermath of the Supreme Court’s dismantling of Roe v. Wade, we’ve all witnessed one anti-women’s rights assault after another.  There was, last week, a glimmer of hope in the abysmal state that is current-day Texas when a trial court judge issued a TRO allowing a pregnant woman to obtain a medically-needed abortion.

A TRO is a temporary restraining order, issued by a court, upholding the right of a plaintiff to obtain the remedy she needs right away to avoid irreparable injury to her. In the Texas case, the plaintiff was an expectant mother who very much wanted to give birth to a healthy child, but medical professionals had sadly concluded that her fetus would not survive and her own health and future fertility could be irreparably damaged.

In my view, the TRO was justified and the trial court reached the right decision.  But the Texas state attorney general intervened to stand in the way, and the Texas Supreme Court supported his position.  The result:  The plaintiff left the state of Texas to obtain the abortion she needed.

This appalling state of affairs reminded me of what happened in Chicago over 50 years ago.  I was working as a young Legal Aid lawyer in Chicago, co-counsel in a lawsuit filed in U.S. District Court on February 20,1970, that challenged the constitutionality of the Illinois abortion statute,

I suddenly acquired a new client in March 1970 when I got a phone call from one of our Legal Aid branch offices.  The mother of a teenage rape victim had come into that office to report that her daughter had been raped and was now pregnant.  The mother asked whether we could do anything to help her daughter get a legal abortion.

This Black teenage girl, whom I dubbed Mary Poe, had been beaten and raped by two boys in her neighborhood, and her resulting pregnancy had been confirmed by a local physician.  I was already representing two other women, adult women we called Jane Doe and Sally Roe, but this young woman was different. She was a brutalized 16-year-old victim of rape, and her mother didn’t want her to be forced to bear the result of the rape.

I immediately began preparing documents to allow this Black teenager to intervene as a plaintiff in our case. On March 19, I filed these documents on behalf of Mary Poe, seeking to obtain “a legal, medically safe abortion,” denied at this time because her doctor had “advised her that under the language of the challenged statute” he could not “perform such an operation upon her without fear of prosecution.” 

The new Complaint joined the original plaintiffs’ prayer for relief and added the request that the court “enter a temporary restraining order [TRO] enjoining the defendants from prosecuting [one of our plaintiff physicians, Dr. Charles Fields] under the challenged statute if he terminates her current pregnancy on or before March 27,1970.  Unless this relief is granted by the court, this plaintiff will suffer irreparable injury.”  Dr. Fields had examined Mary Poe and concluded that her pregnancy could be safely terminated until on or about March 27.

The district judge presiding over our case, William J. Campbell, was on vacation, and we turned to another district judge, Edwin Robson, who was reviewing documents in Campbell’s absence.  So on March 23, I filed a motion for leave to intervene on behalf of Mary Poe and for a TRO allowing her to receive a legal abortion.  Robson ordered the defendants to file briefs by March 26 and set our motion for ruling on March 27.  On that date, the last day Dr. Fields said the pregnancy could be safely terminated, Robson finally granted the motion for leave to intervene, but he denied our motion for a TRO.  He continued that motion until Campbell’s return in April.

Back in my office, I prepared Mary Poe’s appeal to the U.S. Court of Appeals for the Seventh Circuit, which sat in a courtroom several floors above the district court courtrooms.  As soon as the appellate court allowed me to, I argued before Judge Luther Swygert, chief judge of the appellate court, appealing the Robson ruling that denied Mary Poe a legal abortion.

Judge Swygert ruled on March 30:  “[T]his matter comes before the court on the emergency motion of [Mary Poe].  Upon consideration of the motion…IT IS ORDERED that a temporary restraining order be entered enjoining defendants…from prosecuting plaintiff [Dr. Fields] under [the Illinois statute we were challenging], if he terminates the current pregnancy of [Mary Poe].”

I remember standing in the courtroom to hear this order spoken out loud by Judge Swygert, a brilliant and fair-minded judge.  He became my enduring judicial hero ten months later, when he issued the ruling upholding our constitutional challenge, in January 1971.

We’d won a TRO allowing Mary Poe to get a legal abortion!

When Judge Campbell returned to his courtroom in April, he was confronted with the appellate court’s decision, and there was no way he could change it.  But he went on to oppose us at every possible turn as we proceeded with our lawsuit.  I describe everything that happened in my forthcoming book, which I’m hoping will appear in print in 2024.

In the meantime, I’ll state my unwavering belief that Campbell was an early version of the “robed zealots, driven by religious doctrine, with no accountability,” described by Maureen Dowd in her opinion column in The New York Times on December 16th.  In this column, “Supreme Contempt for Women,” Dowd clearly indicts “the Savonarola wing of the Supreme Court,” who couldn’t wait “to throw [Roe v. Wade] in the constitutional rights rubbish bin.”  Judge Campbell would have fit right in.

Proms and “The Twelfth of Never”

It’s prom season in America.

Do you remember your senior prom?

The twelfth of June never fails to remind me of mine.

The prom committee named our prom “The Twelfth of Never,” and it’s easy to remember why.  The prom took place on June 12th.  The name was also that of a popular song recorded by Johnny Mathis–one of my favorites on his album, “Johnny’s Greatest Hits.”

As one of Johnny’s fans, I owned this album and played it over and over till I knew the words to all of the songs, including this one.  Many of his songs became standards, and PBS has recently been showcasing his music in one of its most appealing fund-raising lures.

I immortalized the song title in my own small way by writing in my novel Jealous Mistress that the protagonist, Alison Ross, hears it playing while she shops in her supermarket in 1981: “My fellow shoppers were gliding up and down the aisles of the Jewel, picking items off shelves to the tune of ‘The Twelfth of Never.’”

When I was 11 or 12, my favorite crooner was Eddie Fisher, who was then at the top of his game.  But by my last year of high school, I’d shifted my loyalties to Johnny Mathis and Harry Belafonte.  In addition to Johnny’s album, I treasured Belafonte’s astonishing “Belafonte” LP and played it, like Johnny’s, over and over, learning those words, too.

Although I wasn’t part of the prom committee (I was busy chairing the luncheon committee), and “the twelfth of never” referred to a date when something was never going to happen, I was okay with the name the committee chose.  My more pressing concern was who would be my date.  Would it be my current crush, a friend since first grade who’d metamorphosed into the man of my dreams?  (I hoped so.)  Would it be last year’s junior prom date?  (I hoped not.)  Who exactly would it be?

As luck would have it, an amiable and very bright classmate named Allen stepped forward and asked me to go to the prom.  I could finally relax on that score.  But we weren’t really on the same wave length.  When we went on a few other dates before prom, they became increasingly awkward.

On one date we saw “Some Like It Hot” at a filled-to-capacity downtown Chicago movie theater, where we sat in the last row of the balcony.  The film was terrific (it’s been judged the top comedy film of all time by the American Film Institute), and Allen clearly loved it.  His delight unfortunately ended in an ache or two.  When he heard the last line, spoken by Joe E. Brown to Jack Lemmon (“Well, nobody’s perfect”), Allen laughed uproariously, threw his head back, and hit it on the wall behind our seats.  I felt sorry for him—it must have hurt—but it was still pretty hard to stifle a laugh.  (I don’t think it hurt his brainpower, though.  As I recall, Allen went on to enroll at MIT.)

Although the bloom was off the rose by the time the prom came along, Allen and I went off happily together to dance on the ballroom floor of the downtown Knickerbocker Hotel, noted for the floor’s colored lights.  (The Knickerbocker spent the 1970s as the icky Playboy Towers but since then reverted to its original name.)  We then proceeded to celebrate some more by watching the remarkable ice-skating show offered on a tiny rink surrounded by tables filled with patrons, like a bunch of us prom-goers, at still another big hotel downtown.

Most of us were unknowingly living through an era of innocence.  For some of my classmates, the prom may have involved heavy kissing, but I doubt that much more than that happened.  In my case, absolutely nothing happened except for a chaste kiss at the end of the evening.

For better or worse, proms have evolved into a whole different scene.  In April, The Wall Street Journal noted that although the rules of prom used to be simple, they’re more complicated today.  At Boylan Catholic High School in Illinois, for example, a 21-page rulebook governs acceptable prom-wear.  Other schools require pre-approval of the prom dresses students plan to wear–in one school by a coach, in another by a three-person committee.

Administrators add new rules every year “to address new trends and safety concerns.” These have included banning canes, boys’ ponytails, and saggy pants, as well as two-piece dresses that might reveal midriffs and dresses with mesh cutouts that suggest bare skin.

But students have begun to revolt.  The students at Boylan Catholic have organized their own prom, arguing that the 21-page dress code contributed to body-shaming.  They point to a rule that states: “Some girls may wear the same dress, but due to body types, one dress may be acceptable while the other is not.”  A male student who helped organize Morp (the alternative prom) said that “girls were offended…. Somebody needed to step up and do something.”

At a school in Alabama, one student hoped to take his grandmother to his prom since she’d never been to one, but her age exceeded the maximum of 20, so she wasn’t allowed to go.  The student was “mad,” skipped the school prom, and celebrated at his grandmother’s home instead.  Not surprisingly, the school defended its rule, stating that it wanted to discourage students’ inviting older relatives who might present a safety issue by drinking alcohol:  “It just causes problems.”  But the school district later joined with a senior center to host an annual prom for senior citizens.  Presumably, Granny went to a prom after all.

According to the Journal, New York City students have another option altogether.  The New York Public Library hosts an annual free “Anti-Prom” in June for students 12 to 18, who can attend in any garb they choose.

In the Bay Area, another phenomenon has occurred:  “promposals”–photos and videos posted on social media in which one student asks another one to prom.  The San Francisco Chronicle views these as a way for kids “to turn themselves into YouTube, Twitter and Instagram sensations.”  In 2014, a boy trotted up to school on a horse, holding a sign that asked his girlfriend to “ride to prom” with him.  Last year, a kid built a makeshift “castle” and wrote a Shakespearean-style play to ask a friend to prom.  And in Berkeley, a boy choreographed a hip-hop dance routine with a bunch of other kids and performed it for his hoped-for date in front of 200 classmates.

In April, the Chronicle reported data on the national emergence of promposals.  From only 17 on Twitter in 2009, the number grew to 764,000 in 2015, while on YouTube, videos went from 56,000 in 2009 to 180,000 last year.  (Millions of teens also post pictures about the prom itself on Instagram.)  The promposal phenomenon may be dying down, with fewer elaborate ones noted this year at a school in Oakland.  But who knows?

One thing we know for certain:  The high school prom-scene has changed.

But even though things have changed, prom-goers today are still teenagers much like us when we went to prom, with all of the insecurities and anxieties that go along with being a teen.

For me, mostly-happy memories of “The Twelfth of Never” return every year on the twelfth of June.   Maybe mostly-happy, or not-so-happy, memories of your prom return every year as well.

As Johnny’s song reminds us, our memories of prom can endure for “a long, long time.”