am not as politically active as I perhaps should be. Many, many people
have made many, many brave, courageous sacrifices in the cause of civil
rights. Some because they had no choice, and some because they simply
could not stand the world they lived in any longer and worked to change
it. Many have and do pay with their lives for such courage. I have
been fortunate in my relatively trouble-free, comfortable life to reap
the benefits of their determination, and mostly cheered from the
sidelines as they continue. I could do more; I should do more. It is
my shame that I don't.
But I just want to say, even if it's
just in this inconsequential blog post, that I admire those people. I
love those people. I wish I had their strength and determination. I am
with them in spirit, if often too lazy in practice. Thank you to all,
past, present, and future, who fight for love, for respect, for
equality, for humanity, for not just gay rights but all rights. If too
often their opponents show the worst of us, they show the best,
especially because they are not (always) perfect and their opponents are
not (always) devils.
These good wishes don't particularly mean much, but it's what I feel
compelled to share right now. It is almost quite literally the least I could do.