
After marching for miles and miles on Wednesday night, I can barely walk to refill my glass of water in the Cigar Lounge at the FCT in Frankfurt Airport. For the second time in two trips to Paris, I am kicking myself for very bad timing.
The last time I flew through Frankfurt en route to Charles de Gaulle, the California Supreme Court had just given me the right to marry. That right was taken away Tuesday, which has inspired a new activism in the LGBT community.
But activism has its costs. My friend Darrell writes of his experience at Thursday’s protests outside the Mormon temple in Westwood.
Tonight after several hours of partaking in loud but peaceful protests with tens of thousands of gay, straight, black, brown & white, old and young people spanning several miles of Los Angeles, I was finally leaving the protest at the Mormon Temple at 9pm or so. My friends had long left and the march had moved on to take over more intersections and block more traffic. We had pretty much brought West LA to a halt during rush hour.
After going to my car I heard much louder noise coming from the Temple again, 3 blocks away. I grabbed my No on 8 sign, shut the door and started walking back to see what was going on. I met up with a 20 year old woman along the way and we walked together.
Shortly after we were approached by a man who told us not to proceed if we “knew what was good for us”. Having been there all day we hadn’t given it much thought. Long story short. The 20 year old woman, Amy, and I continued walking and were quickly jumped from behind by three men screaming at us that we had no business being outside THEIR temple. They knocked us on the ground and kicked us a couple times til the police ran over. Of course, the cowards ran away. The officer offered to help us up. Amy and I looked at each other, said no thank you, pulled ourselves up and brushed ourselves off.
We did choose not to go to the protest as we were both hurt and couldn’t walk so well. We figured we were safe. We got to my car, turned up the side street and there were 20 more of them who tried to attack us in the car. They tried to smash my windows, while blocking the road. I frankly closed my eyes and hit the gas.and left the incident only with a dent in the side of my car.
I think the LAPD has a problem on their hands. Wednesday night, unprepared, they treated peaceful protestors like they were dangerous to more than just the traffic flow–and their tactics nearly incited the crowd at Hollywood and Highland. I can only imagine if the crowd had followed my suggestion to approach Hollywood from La Brea and we had cornered the riot police between two 1000-person groups!
Now, LAPD must fulfill their mission to protect and serve the gay and lesbian protestors from those who not only took away their freedom on Tuesday but intend to do us real harm.
While I regret skipping town at this moment, I have a feeling that this new activism will continue well beyone next week. We should take our anger to Crenshaw and Martin Luther King Boulevards–to MacArthur Park and Koreatown–and demand that those people who took away our rights give them back.
Throughout the No on 8 campaign, we never saw gays and lesbians asking people for their vote. That genie is out of the bottle, and our community needs to channel this energy into efforts that will make real change happen again. It won’t be easy, and it won’t be cheap, but nothing worth fighting for ever is.
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