Bigotry and hatred is always hard to stomach, especially when it’s directed at you. Trying to reason with people who hate you because you exist, breathe air, live, and love is a losing proposition; trying to shout them down is a waste of time. They’re not listening. Sending a message louder than theirs to the wider world, however, is time very well spent.
On July 31, I noted here that the Phelps family was coming to Chicago to picket at my synagogue, Congregation Emanuel. The word was out, among congregants, the local Edgewater Community Religious Association, and among the gay-lesbian community.
I’m pleased and proud to report that about 400 people came to Sheridan and Thorndale on the North Side this morning under threatening skies to counter the bilious voices of ... five Phelpses. Read what happened, and how to help heap some poetic justice on these meshugges after the jump.
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