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Ezekiel J. Krahlin

(A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!)

©1998 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

June 16, 1999

Dear Editor:

I want to thank all the wonderful, brave (and fed-up) folks
who supported my spontaneous demonstration to drive out a
homophobic preacher from Harvey Milk Plaza...last Saturday
afternoon (June 12). Once mission accomplished, everyone
dispersed so rapidly, that I could not thank each of you
personally...though I did have a prize moment to hug the
elderly woman beside me, as well as two young men (both gay).

Wondering what this is about? Well, last Saturday on my way to
the Metro at Market and Castro, I was distracted by the loud
and obnoxious rantings of a young man (assisted by two
friends) preaching how Jesus saves sinners, through an
amplified microphone. I just couldn't take it...especially
when such ignorance is being spewed right in the heart of our
symbolic gay I began trying to shout him down, and
encouraged passersby to join me.

Minutes passed with no success, but then a tall, lanky man was
equally outraged, so joined me shouting and clapping his
hands, "Get OUT, Get OUT!"...and the two of us together, were
louder than the nasty preacher. (Thanks to this young man, for
joining me...else I would likely have given up in another
minute, due to my throat tiring, and lack of support. We
couldn't have done this without you!) Several more minutes
passed with just the two of us speaking out...then a few more
joined...then more, then more...until we finally had
preacher-boy (and lackies) surrounded by at least 15 shouting,
angry folks!

Several times, different people tried to stop me (they were
homophobic)...but whipping out my canister of pepper-spray put
a stop to that! (Word to the wise: carry a weapon, legal of
course, and you'll gain instant respect. Don't buy this
"whistle" stuff as our only means of defense. Likely, some
real violence would have occurred, had I not been armed with
an effective weapon.)

Preacher-creep and his sidekicks finally left, confused and
discouraged, escorted from The Castro by the generous
cooperation of a mob of gays and pro-gays who are plain sick
and tired of homophobia, and just won't take it any more. It
was a fine example of effective and non-violent dissent...a
spontaneous demonstration by passerbys who cared enough to
halt their daily routines for a few thoughtful moments.

I wanted to meet each one of you, shake your hand and hug you,
and let you know how wonderful you are, for doing this! Anyone
who joined in, I consider a friend for life...and would be
absolutely delighted to know you, and invite you to shmooze
over a cup of coffee, where we can laugh about our small, but
significant, victory. But you left so quickly, once mission
completed, that I could not do this. So I thank you now,
through this letter. And my invitation still stands. (I may
not recall your face, but if you see mine, please do not just
walk by...I'd so much enjoy meeting you.)


Ezekiel J. Krahlin

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