Laura and Jeanne

I am a firm believer in sharing the prolife message in simple ways … bumper stickers, checks, e-mail signature lines, and T-shirts. I am not, however, particularly comfortable in all situations wearing a prolife message emblazoned on my body.

When my sister called one evening, it was with much unease that I realized she wanted to decide which prolife T-shirt we would wear to the Ann Arbor Art Fair the next day. A prolife T-shirt was sure to make an impression in a liberal city, at an art fair, especially when we were both wearing the same one.

My sister’s boldness, mixed with a little naiveté, was both refreshing and distressing. Not wanting to disappoint her, we sported matching T-shirts at the fair, in restaurants, and in coffee shops.

Throughout the day we received derisive looks, which we deflected with a smile, and some vendors completely ignored us, which actually made us linger just a bit longer at their booths.

Overall the responses were more positive than negative, and some people were prompted to share with us their solidarity in the movement.

The day was a subtle reminder that I can withstand a few contemptuous looks in defense of the unborn, who suffer the ultimate pain and persecution when they are killed in the womb.