When I was very young, a few years before Roe v Wade, my parents were good friends with a family (a father and two daughters-- the father had become widowed several years earlier), all of whom were officers with the police department of a major US city. Mr. Andy loved to regale us with stories of the seamier side of life, even when I was no more than 11 or 12. Basically, I think he just liked grossing out my mother, which was remarkably easy. The stories were horrific. Now, I know the current-day image of the 50's and 60's is more like of Leave it to Beaver and Happy Days and that sort of thing but, frankly, his stories would make people in 2011 feel a bit queasy.
One story – actually a series of stories - in particular hit me pretty hard, and I remember it very well. It was actually something of a regular occurrence for the police department to receive a call from someone who found a fetus in a trash receptacle somewhere in the city. After an investigation, they would often find several fetuses, wrapped up in paper or plastic, after which they would write a report. They would investigate, but there was no way to tell where they came from, so they rarely "caught" anyone responsible. According to Mr. Andy, they could have come from any of a number of "abortion mills" that had been set up around the city to take care of women who wanted an abortion, but who were forbidden from getting a legal one. Police were also often called out to investigate cases in which desperate women had mutilated themselves attempting to abort their own fetus, or having a friend do it for them; someone who had no business attempting a medical procedure. Among the tools used for these procedures were not forceps, but coat hangers, soda bottles and vacuum cleaners. One story involved a pair of pliers.
Some folks apparently think such a world was the ideal.
