Quote by Ronald Reagan

As we continue to work to overturn Roe v. Wade, we must also continue to lay the groundwork for a society in which abortion is not the accepted answer to unwanted pregnancy. Pro-life people have already taken heroic steps, often at great personal sacrifice, to provide for unwed mothers.


As we continue to work to overturn Roe v. Wade, we must also

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This quote emphasizes the objective of overturning Roe v. Wade, the landmark Supreme Court decision that legalized abortion in the United States. It suggests that alongside efforts to achieve this goal, it is crucial to focus on building a society where abortion is not seen as the default solution for unwanted pregnancies. The quote acknowledges the efforts made by pro-life individuals who have worked selflessly and at personal cost to support unwed mothers, highlighting the importance of providing alternative options and care for those facing unplanned pregnancies.

By Ronald Reagan
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