Monday, August 31, 2026

Coat Hangers...50 years of fighting

 

 

This is an update on the chapter in my book Coat Hangers and Knitting Needles about Dr. Curtis Boyd. I could find no mention of his death, although he and his wife Glenna Halvorson-Boyd wrote We Chose To: A Memoir of Providing Abortion before, during and After Roe. 

He was born in 1937 and he performed over 250,000 abortions from the two clinics.


 One estimate believes that there were over one million illegal abortions annually prior to Roe v. Wade 

Dr. Curtis Boyd does not look his 80+ years in a film where he appeared. He still had a full head of white hair. Age had not stopped his operating two abortion clinics, one in Texas and one in New Mexico.

As of this writing (January 2018) he is one of the last living doctors who performed abortions in the United States before they were legal. He has been active in the pro-choice movement since the 1960s.

One estimate indicates that there were over one million illegal abortions annually prior toRoe v. Wade, although exact tallies are impossible to find.

Boyd’s childhood was spent on a farm. He began professional life as a Baptist minister before becoming a doctor and a Unitarian. His early viewpoint toward women carrying unwanted babies came from watching a high school classmate go through an unwanted pregnancy. Women, he believes, should have the control over their fertility, not the state.

During the 1960s he had been working on human rights issues before he was recruited by the Clergy Consultation Service who sought doctors to provide safe abortions.

Boyd taught himself how to do the procedure. Women came to him from all over the country. Operating from morning to night, he had to give up his general practice because the abortion demand was so great.

His opinions are in documentaries and interviews splattered across the internet.

Some illegal abortionists cared nothing about women, seeing them as cash cows. They removed the fetus, possibly ignoring dangers. This callous attitude was why many hospitals around the country kept a ward with 20 or more beds for women who had been hurt or were dying from their ministrations or from women who took poison or inserted blunt instruments into themselves to dislodge the fetus.

Risks

Dr. Boyd maintained and maintains a stoic attitude about the risks related to his work.

The FBI was/is not so calm. Nor are others. When Boyd was to speak at a Physicians for Reproductive Choice and Health panel discussion, the FBI was worried about his safety, a fear that was only increased by his friend and abortionist George Tiller’s assassination. The FBI has cautioned Dr. Boyd not to give media interviews.

“They're much more concerned about that than I am,” Boyd said. “I do not live my life in fear.” Still the sponsors of the conference did not announce his presence in advance.

Media interviews can be tricky for other reasons. When he gave an ABC affiliate interview in Texas in 2009, he remarked, “Am I killing? Yes. I know that.” The whole quote was, “They said murder. Murder is a legal definition. I said ‘yes, it’s killing, but it is not murder.’” The edited clip has been used and reused by anti-choice proponents.

Why and How Boyd Continues

His clinics, which are cheery places, include Boyd’s own paintings on the walls. The clinics have suffered two arson attacks, one in the 1980s and one in 2007.

After Tiller’s death, Boyd stepped in to do late-term abortions, one of the few doctors in the country to do so. He hired two of Tiller’s staff. Dr. Boyd was 72 at the time, an age when most people are well into retirement.

National statistics show:

  •   89% of all abortions are done before 12 weeks or usually before quickening, as was the standard in the old days.  
  •  1.2% of abortions happen after 21 weeks.

As an individual I am uncomfortable with late-term abortion, but that it is not a decision I am willing to make for someone else. Dr. Boyd says he does them because he wants them to be available. I agree with him because I do not know the circumstances of why any woman would make that decision and I do not have to live with the consequences of that decision either way. She does.

He does not do many. “It might be to save the life of a woman: the woman dies or the foetus (sic) dies. I’ve had those choices to make. Very few of these are done in the world, and in this country...And when they are done, they are always done—always—for very compelling reasons.”

When he was still a young doctor, Dr. Boyd decided to do what he thought needed to be done despite the law and dangerous circumstances. “I thought the law needed to be changed, the service needed to be provided, and I was going to do it, understanding the risk that I was taking, which may have included going to prison. That's the way a social activist needs to think. Deciding to disobey a law is not something you take lightly.”

“The reason I did the work was what it meant to women. To have a child and not be married in a traditional community was difficult. Or to have a child that wasn't your husband's could be a very difficult situation. To be a woman fortunate enough to have gotten to a university and be pregnant and know that if you had this child, you were going to have to drop out of university and you might never get that college degree. These were strangers, women I'd never seen before and I'd never see again, and they were treated with respect, with dignity.”

What it meant to women who came to Dr. Boyd was a reduced risk of dying. He was part of the list of recommended doctors by the Clergy Consultation Service (CCS) that made sure all doctors on their roster were competent and professional.

Does dignity include having to give his patients incorrect information about the connection between breast cancer and abortions, a Texas legal requirement? Boyd obeys the law but adds that he doesn’t believe it.

He dislikes Texas state law HB2 which adds restrictions, including a 24-hour waiting period. Women do not wake up one morning and think they will have an abortion the same way they may decide to go to lunch at a nearby restaurant.

Saturday, August 29, 2026

Memory Art

We've nicknamed our flat as The Warren, but we could rename it the Gallery. Over the years we've bought art work that has appealed to us but also to support local artists. 

There is one strip of paintings that have special meaning to me. It's like a photo album or framed portraits hanging on the wall or on the family piano, even if we don't have a family piano. 

The top is an Italian scene painted by my grandmother who never had a painting lesson and never was in Italy. Perhaps she copied a postcard or a picture in a book. When I think of her, I can recapture over 150 years of not just our family history but through her stories social life going back to the late 1800s. 

The second is a portrait of our beloved pup Sherlock, painted by a British friend with whom I've shared many wonderful moments. She began painting in retirement. She also made my Annie clock with a portrait of my fictional heroine in my Third Culture Mystery Series and was responsible for me setting one novel in Ely. She has the ability to capture the essence of a person or place on canvas. Time with her (and her husband) is always a gift.

The third was a gift from a very special friend and role model. Latin speakers didn't know it, but the phrase carpe diem was made for her. Hidden in the leaves are goggly eyes. This friend goes around the world from the UK, places in Europe and India leaving googly eyes. I don't know if she knows the story of  Johnny Appleseed, but even if they lived in different centuries, they are kindred spirits.

The last came from my late friend's home. The woman had blond curly hair. She was an anthropologist and a budding cello student. She sang with the local gospel group. At one concert another singer spied the painting for sale and convinced my friend, she had to have it. When I look at it, I can recall kitchen-table conversations in Boston, Toulouse, Geneva CH, Môtiers CH, and Argelès. Memories of meals, books, stories, philosophies, support in crises, laughter in good times tiptoe through my memory. 

Our other art work, most from local artists, makes us smile, but those four works that hang on a bit of wall between our bedroom and my office/snore room are a mental memoir.

 

Thursday, August 27, 2026

K.I.S.S.

 

 


Keep it Simple Stupid 

Meet my pig sitting on my laptop. When I pull him apart voilà...he becomes a USB key that holds my entire computer files since 2011, including most of my novels. I have not had to buy a second USB key since 2011.

I should add I triple save everything, to the cloud, my hard drive AND my pig.  

It's part of my K.I.S.S. philosophy. Never own more than you need. My files are safe, and I don't have any extra stuff around.

That was the idea when I bought my Nest, a small studio apartment in the attic of a 400+ year old building in a French village. The idea was to own as little as possible but to love everything I own. I can't say I love things like my washing machine but I do have things that are useful. My pig is useful too. 

And I keep things that have memories. 

I also want what I own to be beautiful. Okay, my pig is cute, maybe not beautiful and buying him at FNAC in Geneva was a memory. I seldom go into a store if I can help it, but I was meeting a friend there and we were planning on having a hot chocolate at Auer's. The day was cold and I was looking forward to the chocolatey smell as I entered Auer's from the cheek-nibbling cold.

I spied the pig among other animal USB keys. I debated the rooster and panda. Had they had a penguin, I would have bought that, but the pig won my heart.

People have often commented that I'm a happy person. My secret is making the ordinary extraordinary such as a dull purchase of a USB key into a 15-year memory. 

When I had my Nest (now a guest room) before I married it was easy to make sure NOTHING extra cluttered my life while having everything I needed and wanted. Two people in the Nest, one with multiple sets of golf clubs might not have a chance at a relationship like ours surviving. 

I also think of my late anthropologist friend who said a new couple should not live in either's  place, because of territorial urgings. She was right. 

The place where we now live is a compromise of his I'm-going-to-buy and my why-do-we-need-it? There's seldom this dialogue if we are looking at books or art. 

My husband has more than one USB keys, all boring, but whenever we go on a trip he reminds me as I pack my laptop, "Don't forget your pig." 

 

Wednesday, August 26, 2026

Free Write - Rainbows

After four canicules (heat waves) in Geneva between May and August with only a few days where the temperature dropped from the high nineties to bearable did we have a blessed rainstorm. Then we were rewarded with an arc en ciel (rainbow). 

 

Julia's Free Write 

“Come on” she hollered.

It had been one of those years – one of the hottest in history.

And if you think that this is becoming a pattern, you would be right!

They had already had three major heatwaves, lasting 10 or 12 days – and a mini one.

Everyone was suffering, including animals and crops. What were they going to eat with their cheese this winter as the potato crop was greatly diminished and prices for even the remaining small ones would rise.

A basic food was going to become a luxury.

But that was tomorrow.

Today it had finally rained. Actually, more of a downpour, but there was rejoicing everywhere and hopes – they had given up on prayers – that the weather would finally have turned and that life – and conversations – could turn to other topics.

Meanwhile she was outside when it stopped. Why the call to “come on”?

There was a gorgeous rainbows: the promise perhaps of more rain to come.

D-L's Free Write

The courtroom was the first Sadie had ever been inside, but it looked like the thousands she has seen on television.

She'd entered a married woman. She left a divorcée.

Tess!

She didn't believe her now ex-husband had brought her ex-best friend since grade school and his future wife to court.

Tess walked over to her. "Sorry, Sadie . . ."

"I don't care." Sadie left the courthouse. Outside it was raining. By the time she reached her car, a VW, she was drenched.

The car was filled with the clothes she would need in Maine and a few family things. One was her grandmother's bean pot. She had never used it. Jim wouldn't eat baked beans. Now she cooked whatever she wanted.

One more trip by the house where she and Jim had lived for ten years. His Tesla wasn't back yet. Her bank account was full from him paying her for her share of the house.

The rain had lessened then stopped. Still the drive to Maine was tiring.

Following directions she left the highway for a country road. She took the opportunity to stretch her legs by a field. Leaning against a fence, she saw a halo of a rainbow shown from left to right.

This is my pot of god, she thought. My new life.

Rick's Free Write

Sometimes, symbolism evolves.

When I was young, I was told that rainbows represented a promise from God that He/She would never again flood the earth, as H/S had done in the story of Noah and the Ark. I guess that’s so we didn’t worry every time it rains.

In recent years, the red-orange-yellow-green-blue-purple of the rainbow has become more closely identified with the LBGTQ+ movement, aka ‘Gay Pride.’

We have a shopping basket, a plastic weave type, with the various colours of the rainbow. It’s actually the second one; we wore out the first rainbow basket and were fortunate to find a replacement fairly quickly.

The current basket is on its last strands, patched up with coloured duct tape. We even have friends searching for a replacement.

When I walk through the village to the grocery, I sometimes wonder if some villagers, especially the young male vagrants, think I must be gay. Or at least bi, as they also see me and the basket with D-L.

I don’t really care what they think. I’m inclined to the phrase from Seinfeld: “Not that there’s anything wrong with that.” 

Rick Adams is an aviation journalist and publisher of www.aviationvoices.com, a weekly newsletter reporting the airline industry  top stories . He is the author of The Robot in the Simulator. AI in Aviation Training.  

Visit D-L.'s website  https://dlnelsonwriter.com, She is the author of 15 fiction and three non fiction books. Her 300 Unsung Women, bios of women who battled gender limitations, can be purchased  at https://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/300-unsung-women-d-l-nelson/1147305797?ean=9798990385504 

Visit Julia's blog. She has written and taken photos and loves syncing up with friends.  Her blog can be found: https://viewsfromeverywhere.blogspot.com/ 

 

 



Tuesday, August 25, 2026

Unbelievable

 Who the hell does he think he is?

In his negotiations with Canada, a former American ally, made demands that no nation should make of another.

The first major sticking point was Washington's proposed tre .. 

https://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/business/international-business/us-fta-proposal-what-are-the-3-american-demands-that-became-deal-breaker-for-canada/articleshow/133434404.cms

 
https://www.msn.com/en-ae/news/other/the-us-demands-canada-refused-to-accept-in-the-failed-trade-deal/ar-AA2aPIy7 

Monday, August 24, 2026

Coat Hangers Portrait of an Abortionist

 


 Dr. Vutch, Good and Bad

Illegal abortionists came in all shapes and sizes, from those with no medical training to fully trained medical personnel. Some qualified doctors were willing to risk their licenses to give women safe abortions prior to Roe v. Wade.

Some believed in a woman’s right to decide what she did with her body. Others saw women wanting abortions as cash cows.

Few of those who provided illegal abortions are still alive today. At best they would be in their 70s and up. Some received notoriety; others have taken their participation to the grave.

From Serbia to the United States

One doctor, Milan Vuitch, seems to have been a little bit of everything. He claimed to have done thousands of abortions within walking distance of the White House while the procedure was illegal.

That he became a licensed physician in the United States at all is a bit of fairy tale. He was born 15 January 1915 in Serbia, the child of peasants. After his father died, his mother supported the family as a vegetable farmer.

Obviously intelligent, Vuitch graduated from the University of Budapest on full scholarship. Semmelweis University, founded in 1769, is the medical school he was most likely to have attended. The university could not confirm or deny this. He allegedly graduated in 1939.

He was drafted into the Hungarian Army during WWII and practiced gynecology and surgery after the war. He taught at a medical school in Skopje.

I could find no mention of how he met and married his wife, an American, Florence Robinson. He migrated to the Washington, D.C. area in 1955 and eventually became a naturalized

U.S. citizen.

Dr. Vuitch’s first abortion was on a Hungarian woman who had fled the 1956 Hungarian revolution. He was said to have charged between $100 ($826 in 2018 dollars) and $200 ($1,652 in 2018 dollars).

Arrested at Least 16 Times

By 1964 Vuitch was performing between 10 and 20 abortions weekly, although he had lacked hospital privileges since the year before. Unlike many doctors, who did illegal abortions and kept quiet, he was outspoken. He was arrested at least 16 times, not just in Washington, but also in Maryland and Virginia. However, except for one conviction in Montgomery County, he was found innocent.

In Lawrence Lader’s book, Abortion Two: Making the Revolution, Vuitch is quoted as saying, “Women cry for help and doctors just chase them away…I'm getting rid of medical absurdities. If you think that abortion is a medical service, you can't ignore it.”

He challenged the constitutionality of D.C.’s 1901 anti-abortion law. There were gray areas between a life-saving exception and overall giving an abortion for health reasons. His lawyers claimed “health” was vaguely defined.

Vuitch was indicted for violation of a D.C. Code. Federal Court Judge Gerhard A. Gesell (he later presided over the Washington Seven and Oliver North cases) wrote that there was “no clear standard to guide either the doctor, the jury or the court” in describing the word health. The health of the mother was often used as a guideline for a legal abortion.

Gesell also wrote, “A physician would not know if he was committing a crime when he performed an abortion, because a jury might later disagree with his opinion that the mother's health required it. [Thus] the doctors' problem was particularly acute because the burden was on them to prove that the abortion was justified.”

Vuitch said, “This is a big step forward. Now the government lawyer will be in the position of challenging my medical decision. What are the jury members going to decide when a lawyer tries to tell them that the doctor is wrong about a medical matter?”

D.C. was left without any law concerning abortion. Hospitals, public and private, stopped giving abortions. Two organizations, the National Abortion Rights Action League (NARAL) and the American Civil Liberties Union (ACLU), sued D.C. General Hospital twice. The hospital was forced, under court order, to perform abortions.

The Justice Department stepped in and the issue went to the Supreme Court.

The Supreme Court Speaks… or Whispers

The case was heard in United States v. Vuitch on 12 January 1971. The decision was announced on 21 April 1971 with a 5-4 split. They held that the Supreme Court had jurisdiction to determine if the District of Columbia’s abortion statute is unconstitutionally vague because, although the law only applies to the District of Columbia, the law was enacted by both Houses of Congress and signed into law by the President.

It was a step, albeit a weak one.

The different justices weighed in, and the variation of opinion shows that the Supreme Court held as many contrary opinions on the subject as the rest of the country.

Justice Hugo L. Black ruled that “health” refers to both the body and mind and therefore is not unconstitutionally vague. His wording made the prosecution for abortions more difficult.

William O. Douglas said that it gave the doctor too much discretion while Justice John M. Harlan felt that the court did not have jurisdiction because the case only applied to Washington D.C.

Justice Potter Stewart said that they did have jurisdiction but felt that that doctors who performed abortions should be immune from criminal prosecution if they were preserving the mother’s life and health.

Roe v. Wade, two years later, made abortion legal, but Vuitch continued to have problems.

If his fight for a woman’s right to a safe, legal abortion was commendable, his practice of giving abortions was not. Just as some illegal abortionists went out of their way to try and provide a sterile and safe environment to the women, some legal abortionists such as Vuitch did not always use best practices.