tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post7497629445629317368..comments2024-02-11T03:53:10.407-05:00Comments on On Transmigration: Christopher St. Liberation Day March for Equalitythe cajunhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10905358111623645338noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2707860620453967502.post-7804510403980269072008-07-01T18:49:00.000-05:002008-07-01T18:49:00.000-05:00I marched, not paraded, in 1974 when I was 23, a k...I marched, not paraded, in 1974 when I was 23, a kid just off the farm. It was exactly as you've described it, lonely and frightening. My clearest memory is the shocked expressions of a bunch of tourists from New Jersey on a day trip. No one from my seminary (at least 1/3 Gay) dared to march, but I considered it my duty to God. <BR/><BR/>Today's carnival atmosphere is progress, even if it's forgetful. We don't want Pride Day to be a time of fear. Longer memories would help, though.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for posting your recollections. Happy Anniversary!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com