Moments Of Hope
I was on the Muni earlier and was startled out of the book I was reading by the noise of about twenty teenagers (I’d say 15-17 year olds) getting on, all chattering and jostling. I was about to resign myself to not being able to concentrate on my book for a bit when I realised that they were all carrying signs, sheets of stickers and other assorted paraphernalia. All of it was from the ‘No On Prop 8′ campaign.
Every one of these teens was about to take to the streets to support the right of same sex couples to marry, and for the four or five stops they were on the train they were actively discussing the issue, and rehearsing how they would respond to objections from people. They were completely engaged in the subject, all clearly having personally decided that they were opposed to the ballot measure, and frankly, it warmed my jaded old heart to see it.
It took me back to the time when a group of us in my sixth form college decided to set up a local Amnesty International support group.