As he crawled underneath the shelter, he couldn’t help but smirk upon seeing which tarp he’d used. It was bright red, with an illustration of a man stretching his arms out to his sides, as if to hold others’ hands. But instead of other people next to him, there were only outlines of people. Silhouettes. Like molds for gingerbread men. Written below were the words, DISMANTLE THE RH LAW.
When he was growing up, his parents were very supportive of what was back then the Reproductive Health Bill. The bill had been passed into law when he was in grade school, but he was already a high school senior when it wrenched itself out of a constantly-extended restraining order and finally underwent implementation. All throughout that time, its fate would be frequent conversation fodder for his parents,
