I’m so tired it should be visible: there should be waves of it rising off me, distorting the air like our old wood-burning stove.
Last night was the second and last public performance of The Laramie Project. The Fellowship of One, the group of (mostly, and oddly, black) local pastors who have been trying to stop us from doing the play at the high school, were in attendance. They’ve never been uncivil, but their arguments at such venues as the DHS parents’ meeting have consisted mostly of things like
| Pastor: |
The play promotes a homosexual lifestyle.
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| Teacher: |
The play doesn’t promote any such thing. It shows viewpoints from all sides, including Christian values like mercy and forgiveness, and it shows what happens to people when a crime forces them to confront the issue of prejudice in their community. This is why we’re teaching it as part of our curriculum during Black History Month.
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| Pastor: |
The play promotes a homosexual lifestyle!
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Last night, they left after the second act. Jeff, our director, ran out after them and asked what they’d thought of the show. Only one of them would speak to him, but what he said was
“This is a play about not hating people. You’ve made your point.”
We did it. We did it right.
Exhaustion, and triumph, and a ring around the moon.
