Day of Silence?

Today, a good portion of my school
excersized their rights of silence.
They did this in support of the gays.

I am anti-homophobe.
Homophobia of any kind is ignorant and childish.
It is hateful.

I understand and support the right to protest
things that one disagrees with.

But why with silence?


Words are power.
They are louder than any silence will ever be,
except for, possibly, the silence that follows death.
I could defend a friend, a gay, or denounce an enemy
more powerfully with words than i could ever without them.

These protesters walked around my school
with "VOW OF SILENCE" papers taped to them.

T-Shirts were written on.

"VOS. End the harrasment."

"I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together."

"Straight but not narrow."


The last two were my favorites.

Believe it or not, I at first participated in the silence of my peers.
Many of my friends chose silence.
But merely an hour and a half after I had started,
I realized how opposed I was to it, personally.
Silence gives one nothing to do but think.

I quit soon after my true opinions unearthed themselves.

Later that day, I submitted my opinion on the inside of the door of a
bathroom stall. Ignorant, I know, but a spur of the moment action based on
my quick passion for the subject.
I wrote in blue sharpie.
Not dark blue.
Light aqua.
I wrote:

Vow Of Silence:

God created all people.
We are all his damn children.
Stop whining.


Looking back, I'm not satisfied with how I worded it.
But I do not regret putting it there
on that ugly, world map blue
door.
It was chipped anyway.