Sunday, January 04, 2009


So, at the end of the movie, there was someone crying in the theater and it wasn't me. I had to offer a tissue to the man sitting next to me, and I was happy to do it. He said, "That was my life up there."

I would like to fervently wish that it would not have to be anyone else's life again ever.

There is a lot not to cry about, though, and of the many tales Milk tells, perhaps the story of a late bloomer touched me the deepest. At least, it's what I came away with most strongly. Harvey Milk was 43 with no prior political experience when he started campaigning, and within five years he had been elected to city-wide office.

This gives me a tremendous amount of hope, which was Harvey's wish, for everyone, all along.

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