From: pumperde@ix.netcom.com (Paul)
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Date: Wed, 01 May 1996 01:04:15 GMT
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July 25th, 1989

        He sat in a field with 5,000 Americans. There were families
with
  laughing children. There were couples with that "look" in their eyes
  sitting on blankets under that beautiful Georgia starlit sky. There
were
  rednecks laughing about some football game they had watched that
day.
  There were even the capitalists ambling through the chess board of
blankets
  and grass peddling tacky little souvenirs for whomever was a fool
enough to
  think he was getting a bargain.

        But he felt alone that nite as he sat there with his
companion.

        He felt alone in this field of 5000 because he chose to love
his
  companion. (Who just happened to be male)
        The isolation he felt amongst all those human beings made him
feel
  as if his heart would turn to stone, if not as big a stone as the
one that
  these 5000 had come to look at on this nite. He had seen hate and
anger
  directed towards his kind too many times. He never could understand
how
  someone could hate someone that loved. It made him bitter that he
couldn't
  reach out and put his arm around the one he loved to express his
emotion;
  JUST the same way that the man and woman on the blanket in front of
him
  had just done. It was only another priveledge that he didn't have
because
  he was gay.

        The laser show started with loud music and a dazzling array of
lazers
  that painted beauty in his mind as they bounced and danced off of
Stone
  Mountain. The show was in several themes, each having its own music
and
  pattern of light. He was in awe and had forgotten his bitterness, if
not
  just for that moment. He could only think of beautiful images,
images of
  love.

        It was then that the finale started and he watched as the
music went
  to American themes and the lazers played out fireworks and images of
war
  and pain and the American flag. He was shocked as uncontrollable
tears
  fell down his cheeks and his throat was choked up with emotion. He
felt
  a TOTALLY new emotion just then. And that emotion was an ease on the
  bitterness that he had felt earlier. For he realized that he was NOT
  isolated from the 5000 people that sat there. Each and every one of
those
  Americans had the same tears in their eyes. And he was probably the
only
  one that realized what made him as one with them. He was proud to be
an
  American. He cried with his heart full of American pride and at the
same
  time wondered how such an emotion could have remained hidden from
him for
  so long.

        He secretly wished that everyone there in the grass understood
the
  revelation that he had just undergone. Perhaps they would understand
him
  then. Perhaps thats all they had to do; UNDERSTAND. Perhaps he was
just a
  bit idealistic. Perhaps. But he knew ONE thing with a certain
clarity;
  He was going to do everything he could to make others understand
that he
  lives, loves, hates, thinks and feels the SAME emotions that every
one
  of those 5000 assorted Americans did that night under the stars,
that he was
  just another one of them; A Human.

        And that is why he shares that experiance with you now.
        "We hate what we do not understand......"

                                            Gregory Frankin Gooden