With the intention of resigning, I gathered our staff - men and women who had all served time - and told them that I was gay, that I was going to open up about my sexuality on Susskind and that I would be resigning from Fortune. Their responses stopped me in my tracks. Jackson asked, "Well, what are you gonna wear on TV?"
We cannot change other people's minds. But we must try to help people see the implications of their decision. One candidate is sane and experienced, has a detailed grasp of policy, and knows world leaders. The other is gaspingly ignorant, shoots from the hip, and is openly contemptuous toward women and minorities.
Latinos/Immigrants/Queers proclaiming pride in who they are, in who God made them to be -- dancing with their hands raised as bullets sprayed, and the pulse faded and was gone. Devastation. Desolation. Grief. At least 50 heartbeats that will never revive. Their beautiful lives now merely ammunition, wood to fuel a destructive fire of recriminations, division and hatred that will consume our nation. We have a love crisis in our country. Our heart isn't beating right. Our arteries are clogged with clots of distrust and hate. The devil smiles as tears scald, burn, and slice. Queer lives are vanquished and points are scored. We have a love crisis in this country. Love is a scarce commodity.