(LOS ANGELES TIMES) — It was a Wednesday morning in front of the last abortion clinic in Mississippi. C. Roy McMillan was camped outside, as he almost always is.
He tapped on the car window of a woman who had just been inside the Jackson Women’s Health Organization. Knock knock. “Ma’am?” he petitioned sharply, in his croaky Mississippi drawl. The woman, an African American, declined to acknowledge him. “Ma’am?”