I found people out there. People willing to help out for a cause. People who were going through the same thing or just sympathized with the cause. They all agreed privately to hold the first meeting at the study hall after school at around 5 PM.
Well, most of us met there at the allotted time. Those who didn't we were worried about. What if they were set up to learn about us and then attack us for being different? We didn't put anything behind those bigots anymore. Thankfully, most of them showed up, if a little bit late. They said they were busy finishing up their homework in the cafeteria.
We talked about a few things. We talked about things such as the horrible things done to each and every one of us. I feel both glad and mortified at the things they talked about. On the one hand, they're beating us all, and they're hurting us in ways that are mentally and emotionally scarring, they're hurting us and knowing they can get by with it. On the other hand, I know that I'm not alone. There are others. Just like Schwerner said. There are others who sympathize, who listen, and who can help each other out.
We talked about how we can raise awareness. Some murmurs about rallies and protests and sit-down strikes were talked about, but we all knew the consequences. Like Hell were we that stupid. Then I recommended we each tell our story on Facebook or Twitter, but leave our name or identity anonymous. Create sockpuppet accounts and advocate for gay rights and raise awareness about the town's atrocities.
We adjourned after singing some songs. Songs of pride and holding our heads up high. About strength in the odds of danger. Pride is what we need. Pride is what'll keep us keeping on.
It's been a long time. We can keep strong just a little while longer.
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