As we began to head back in the direction of the cars I noticed (to my delight) that there were 4 people holding signs on the street corner near where the march concluded. I jogged quickly over to them, full of excitement, ready for a fun discussion. In fact I accidentally scared one of them. She had been holding her poster high in front of her face and had not seen me coming, so when I jump-stopped in front of her the sudden appearance of my feet under her poster gave her a start.
As she peered over the top of her poster to ascertain who had just appeared in front of her I greeted her and the other three with a jovial *"Good Evening. May I ask why?" They all seemed taken aback by this, so I rephrased. "Why are you here?" By their faces, this seemed to them a ridiculous question to ask, so I continued, "You have taken the time to make signs and to come out here and represent your cause on a street corner. This implies to me that you have a consid

We began to talk about Roe v. Wade, about how I hadn't read it, and about how it defines when life begins (at birth). I asked why this was and the discussion continued through the topic of viability until we arrived at the idea that the limits for abortion ought to proceed along with the technology that allows babies to survive when born premature. (The guy on the end did not agree.)
I also took time to explain how I felt that some of the difficulty in communication comes because the sides aren't looking at each other in the way that side looks at itself. (see previous post) and how I thought that many Pro-Life people make things more difficult because they are closed minded. I could tell at this point, based on their body language that I was becoming less threatening now that I had made some concessions about the Pro-Life side. (Which is by the way, actually how I feel, not something I said just to ease them).
At about this same time however, an older gentleman approached and began speaking with them in an entirely different manner. He began with accusations and expected to work from there. His accusations drew a conditioned response indicating the beginning of an argument that would probably consists mostly of catchphrase criticism and stinging responses. Not productive. (At least this is how I felt at the time)
I left the discussion a) because the older guy had derailed my discussion; b) because my friends were cold and wanted to get back to the car; c) because the older guy was heading down a path that didn't seem productive and I wanted to correct him more even than the people with the signs; and d) because I had begun to wonder why I was actually talking to them and thought that if I couldn't be sure I was doing it for the right reason, I probably ought to stop.
This was the first time I had ever talked to strangers about such a high-stakes topic. I learned several things about myself and about the situation, mostly to do with reasons 'd' from above.
My oldest step-brother, Ricky, commenting on my facebook status about my excitement of finding protesters, basically called me out on point 'd'. I had said, before I found them, that I was disappointed in not seeing any protesters, which was legitimately how I felt. Thinking about it, I was wrong to be disappointed. If there are no protesters, that means that no one was concerned enough about what we were doing to protest, which means our ideas are acceptable, which is what we want. I should've been glad to see no protesters. (and conversely disappointed when I did see them)
My disappointment before finding them and my excitement upon finding them were not because of love for them, not because I wanted to show them something better, but because I wanted a good discussion, and I felt very confident that I could 'win', with changing their minds only being a tertiary concern. Beating someone at an argument is not what this is about. Humility fail.
Next time the opportunity arises I promise to enter into the discussion with the same confidence, but with a humble heart, with intentions that have nothing to do with showing how good I can be at debate. If I can't do that, I'll just stay out because I won't actually be doing any good.
If I had to to do over again, I think my method would be about the same (as I still feel that asking questions is more helpful than accusations) but my mindset different.
*My memory doesn't work so as to be able to give a transcript-precise recollection of conversations, so I have done my best to recreate the conversation, but particular wordings may be different than that which actually happened.