..Supreme Court’s Medina Ruling Frees States To Defund Planned Parenthood

The United States Supreme Court dealt a severe blow to the

abortion industry by permitting states to defund abortion providers such as Planned Parenthood.

In its 6-3 ruling in Medina v. Planned Parenthood South Atlantic, the court recognized that states have the

authority to determine who is eligible for Medicaid financing and can instead finance groups that offer actual, complete healthcare.

For seven years, Republican South Carolina Gov. Henry McMaster has maintained his state’s policy of not using taxpayer cash to subsidize abortion clinics.

South Carolina was represented in the Supreme Court by Alliance Defending Freedom, which received support from a large coalition that included the federal government and 18 states.

The Alliance Defending Freedom claimed that states should be able to redirect Medicaid monies away from the abortion business and toward legitimate health care

providers who provide a wide range of services to women. The court’s decision last week empowers South Carolina to do exactly that.

They also don’t require public funds because they are already wealthy with cash.

Planned Parenthood, for example, collected $3.2 billion from taxpayers over five years. This is in addition to the hundreds of millions of dollars it receives annually

from individual donations. Since the overturn of Roe v. Wade in 2022, Planned Parenthood has experienced a surge in fundraising, amassing more than $2.5 billion in net assets.

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