v2022.6: Until All Of Us Are Free

In 1985, when I was a junior in college, I wrote a short story about a woman who was executed for getting her daughter an abortion.

The Handmaid’s Tale came out in 1985, but I didn’t read it. I wasn’t even really aware of its existence until I looked back, years later, at the timing.

To be clear, mine wasn’t a fabulous story. It was manipulative, and more than a little purple in its prose. I claim no uniqueness or special foresight by having written it.

Which is the point.

In 1985, w...