“May I see it?” I had already surveyed about fifteen such, where I had found nothing save exhibits on the wall.
“It’s just across the road.”
“Will you go with me?” I asked. “Elsewhere it’s been hard to get information.”
He agreed readily. As we entered, an attendant was displaying lengthy diagrams to some tourists being shepherded through, and telling them birth control was taught in hospitals throughout Russia. Someone I knew came up to me. “This is wonderful, Mrs. Sanger, the people are being taught birth control by the Government.”
The posters were there to prove this, but the consultation room itself was locked. “Who is in charge here?” demanded the superintendent. “I’ve been sending patients over. Who takes care of them?”
“I do sometimes,” a woman assistant volunteered. She let us into the room. There were the same cases I had seen everywhere, probably untouched since 1925, the articles within moldy and cracked.
“What do you use?” I asked.
“We have nothing. We’ve asked and asked Moscow, but we get nothing.”
The superintendent was much embarrassed; he inquired how long it had been since supplies had come.
“Two years.”