About the San Francisco marriages and the nature of fear
From klwalton's journal: I'm still trying to come up with words to describe what it was like to be at the San Francisco City Hall on Friday. The air of joy that surrounded the place was palpable. Even the protesters, as hateful as they were, couldn't touch that. It was as if the people there to be married were made of Teflon, and the hatred just slid right off. Yes, I saw people arguing, and I'm sure that some were disturbed. But never, in all the years I've been an activist or a member of the news media, have I felt that this particular group of hate mongers mattered *less* than they did on Friday. And I think they felt it, too. Their frustration was also palpable. And their fear.