Abortionist Ann Lohman (a.k.a. Madame Restell) as imagined in the 13 March 1847 edition of the National Police Gazette.
(I'm currently doing a bit of research for a grant application. So I pause in the middle of one project to start looking into the subject of abortion. Fascinating stuff. Depressing, though. All the topics that interest me have a long, long history of conflict. Our society has spent so long telling us how to live, through race, through gender, through thought, through so much, that it can force a person to get good and fucked up. Cheery, huh?)
