San Francisco Gay Pride Parade 2004 (Activism is boring, part 3)
I've said that activism is boring
, but that wasn't quite accurate. The process
of activism is boring. The results
can sometimes blow me away.
I sent out 3,748 postcards
to couples who got married during the great San Francisco Marriages of 2004. I really didn't know how many couples would show up. I thought probably around one hundred, though I wouldn't have been surprised at forty couples, either.
I apparently threw a match into gasoline: one THOUSAND
people came. One-zero-zero-zero
. People told me that when our contingent went by, it kept
going by -- and going by and going by. I heard that it was the first time that there had been a contingent larger that the Women's Motorcycle Contingent -- which probably means it was the largest contingent ever. At any Gay Pride event anywhere.
In the staging area, looking out over the crowd, I was overwhelmed. My mind boggled, tilted, and froze in the way it did when I was a kid trying to grasp the number of stars in the universe.
"I did this!" I thought to myself with astonishment, amazed that something I did could have had such an effect.
Now, I fully understand that I didn't make one thousand people appear out of nowhere. Many people did many things to set up the circumstances that let my little action turn into such a huge event, from APA removing homosexuality from the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders
through couples standing in the cold and wet to get licenses
I also had help on the postcards from the crew of Parents, Families, and Friends
, a bunch of people from my husband's church, my husband, and my mother.
However, realizing that I'm only one link in a chain didn't stop me from enjoying the heck out it!