In the barn by myself, I unrolled the canvas. The work was unfinished never framed. It was a triptych. Three panels. In the central panel, a women was entering an abortion clinic through a line of picketers holding pictures of aborted fetuses. She was pale. The central figure in the painting.

The faces of the picketers were distorted. Hatred. Of women. The hatred of slaveowners for the slaves who no longer fear their lash. On the right hand panel was a list of the politicians who had voted against the minimum wage increase that year.