"We Hispanics Are Against You!"

I didn't come up with this one. Duane and I actually saw it on the yard marquis of a church near Milwaukee while traveling a couple of years ago and wrote it down. I don't remember the church's denomination.

This one has gotten a couple of uses on the sidewalk at St. Paul's Cathedral when that controversy arose about the queer Catholics being denied communion. I remember that we showed up for Sunday morning mass to protest on the sidewalk opposite the church near the Arch Diocese. We were there just long enough to catch the gathering flock on their way in and after the last stragglers raced up the steps, we went out to breakfast. Later, we returned to "shock" the Noon mass arrivals. We did not expect to see the gay Catholic group protesting on the steps of the cathedral but there they were. When they finished some of them came over to see who we were and thank us for the unexpected support.

The reception we got from passersby, was generally positive, including the public and parishioners, however, there's always one particularly negative encounter that stands out in memory. A scraggly old fart in a beat up green Buick slowly turned the corner onto Selby and bellowed out his window in a Latin accent, "We Hispanics are against you!" I'm sure all "Hispanics" everywhere are just so pleased to have this man speaking on their behalf.

Oh, and on one other occasion when we brought this shower curtain to the Cathedral, a woman parishioner came up from behind us and proceeded to spew every bit of anti-gay nonsense she could think of. After realizing there was no point in arguing with her, I just told her to piss off. She then launched into her best rendition of a sidewalk exorcism, aimed directly at me. I felt like the audience volunteer for a magician. We continued giggling long after she was gone. After all, it was my first time.