Heads Up
My friend Kary grew up gay in Conroe, Texas. That’s hard to wrap your mind around because Conroe is Redneck Mecca. Kary went on to become a famous theater producer and is now married to Jimmie, his partner of 35 years. This morning, Kary sent me the following story. New York City ain’t all bad, folks.
OK a quick subway story, as related by one of the dressers from “Wicked”. Spoiler alert, it has a happy ending.
When the train is crowded, we all kind of get in our bubbles and mostly keep to ourselves, a coping mechanism.
Yesterday, as sometimes happens, a subway preacher came in the dresser’s car and started laying it down. Fine, happens, listen, don’t listen, read your phone, convert, whatever; respect but not much attention.
And then, he crossed a line. “And now I want to talk about all this same sex marriage! It’s an abomination! It’s sin! It’s Satan!” And, the bubbles started breaking.
First, one person, “Shut up, man!” Then another, “That’s crap!” and then a few more joined in. The subway preacher: “You’re going to hell! Jesus hates this sin!”
Finally, somewhat spontaneously, the entire car full of strangers started chanting as one:
“GET OFF THE TRAIN! GET OFF THE TRAIN! GET OFF THE TRAIN!”
The preacher couldn’t get a hateful word in edgewise, the train pulled into a scheduled stop and…he got off. As the doors closed on him, the car of strangers cheered, high fived and went on their way.
And that’s one to grow on…
Thanks to Kary for telling me this story.