Many, many years ago, before Roe, my girlfriend Lynda got pregnant by me. Neither of us wanted the pregnancy as we were both young and just starting our careers. (So-called therapeutic abortions were allowed in California but our situation did not fall into that category.) Somehow we found a doctor who would perform the abortion and on the appointed day the two of us showed up for the procedure which lasted, if I recall, just a few minutes. When my g/f emerged from the exam room, she was in great pain but we both felt relieved, of course. Yet there was still the unanswered question about having taken the life of a potential human being. This was more than 50 years ago. Lynda and I eventually went our separate ways, of course.
Now, in my dotage, I still reflect on that event from time to time. For me, there is a kind of mental scar tissue, certainly, yet I absolutely believe we did the right thing and that a woman MUST be allowed to wholly own her own—and whole—body. I cannot envision any person or authority, including myself as the one who impregnated my g/f, ethically restricting a woman her total freedom to choose how to deal with an unwanted pregnancy. That freedom supersedes religious doctrine. It supersedes anyone declaring when a fertilized egg is a human life. It supercedes the state's right to literally take over a woman's uterus. This issue involves the natural right of women to their own physical selves; it is paramount.
The court must uphold Roe v Wade. There is no ethical alternative.