We are strange creatures. Often, we require tragedy, or great loss to understand and accept others.
A friend of mine works as a Psychology, Speech, and Debate teacher at a local highschool. He is well respected among the community, and known as quite possibly the best high school level debate teacher in the state.
He is also openly gay.
One day a student decided that he wanted to start a Gay/Straight Student Alliance, in order to promote greater tolerance in the school. As progressive as Washington is, outside of Seattle-proper, it's often social suicide to be openly gay as a teenager. This student was barred, twice, from starting this organization, even after fulfilling every single requirement.
Time passes.
A well respected student within the school, I believe their student body president, goes home one day and comes out of the closet to his parents. His father all but kicks him out on the street.
Later that day, he dies by his own hand.
The following week, my aforementioned teacher friend is approached and asked if he could help start up a gay/straight student alliance.
I suppose sometimes we require cruelty to see love, and need pain to find acceptance. A more foul trick nature has never devised.
A friend of mine works as a Psychology, Speech, and Debate teacher at a local highschool. He is well respected among the community, and known as quite possibly the best high school level debate teacher in the state.
He is also openly gay.
One day a student decided that he wanted to start a Gay/Straight Student Alliance, in order to promote greater tolerance in the school. As progressive as Washington is, outside of Seattle-proper, it's often social suicide to be openly gay as a teenager. This student was barred, twice, from starting this organization, even after fulfilling every single requirement.
Time passes.
A well respected student within the school, I believe their student body president, goes home one day and comes out of the closet to his parents. His father all but kicks him out on the street.
Later that day, he dies by his own hand.
The following week, my aforementioned teacher friend is approached and asked if he could help start up a gay/straight student alliance.
I suppose sometimes we require cruelty to see love, and need pain to find acceptance. A more foul trick nature has never devised.