Thirty years ago, I was a young feminist artist working on a pro-choice activist art project. In a community center, an older male artist saw me struggling with inadequate tools and offered to help. As we carried my materials to his well-equipped shop, he calmly mentioned that he was against abortion, and therefore, everything my group and project were working for. I always wondered why he helped. Just a fellow artist? The neighborliness of the studio building? Paternalism towards a younger artist?
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