I love when I can pull off writing a historical account of the nation’s first openly gay public official and receive a grade for it. Especially when said grade affects me being able to take the exam that, if I pass, will allow me to graduate. Pretty sure I’m the only person in my class who can claim that their paper is not only a grade, but a personal journey to learn about a man who inspired others to be brave in the face of prejudice, to be strong in the face of adversity. If you have no idea who I’m talking about, I’m just going to come out and say it right now. The man I’m talking about is Mr. Harvey Milk, possibly the most influential political proponent for gay rights we’ve ever had. Doing the research on his life is helping me to realize just how influential he was to the gay rights movement.
I will always cry at the scene with the literal sea of mourners with their solemn candles and tangible silence, all marching to honor the life of a person who had affected not only the lives of everyone in his district, but people across the country. Even reading about it makes me imagine the scene, and I get a little emotional.
I don’t mean to make this sound like a history paper, but my gosh. This is what happens when you actually get involved in papers. I can’t help but feel like I’m in the room with Sean Penn at times, their celebration and hope nearly mirroring the emotions I’ve seen run across the faces of some of my close friends at election times.
I’m gonna stop here because I’m desperately hoping that I can manage to take a dec pic of me that I won’t throw up at every time I look at it.