Many years ago when Cesar Chavez and his followers were leading demonstrations all across California for decent wages and working conditions for farm workers, an old friend of war days and journalism battles called me from Laguna Beach to join him and the protesters there. When my response was a long, long, long pause, he said: “That’s not your style, is it?”
It wasn’t. Much as I supported the farm workers, I didn’t go. Instead, I wrote a magazine article extolling Chavez and his cause.
I thought about that last week when, with a pack of theatergoers, I twice passed among a group of protesters with their signs demanding social justice for gay people who are denied the right to marry by the passage of Proposition 8.