Anaheim, Calif.: Gray after little sleep, the uterine warriors gather in a ^ parking lot across from Disneyland. The cars still have their lights on in the ambiguous dawn -- large cars and vans. The crusaders of Operation Rescue do not know where they are going, but they are prepared for long drives. Organizers line up the carloads to be given maps as they peel off out of the lot. Taut nerves make the leaders snappish as they scurry about, pausing in little clots of prayer, then bustling to their tasks. Their language is semimilitary, befitting such constant readers of the...
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