Posted on 04/26/2006 9:31:59 AM PDT by murphE
Edited on 04/30/2006 6:38:38 PM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
I saw no people I could identify as news media. Many people were taking pictures, but I think they were just regular folks.
There were others. ;-) I know of at least four others who were there.
Based on my experience with FReeps, I would estimate the protest group to be somewhere between 100 and 200 people. I never got an overall view of the whole crowd because they were circling the block for the march. As you can see in the photos, part of the group remained in a barricaded area near the theater.
We prayed the Rosary as we marched around the block. Most of the prayers were in English except for the Gloria Patri. Between decades we sang verses of Immaculate Mary. After circling the block several times and praying around 15-20 decades of the Rosary, we stopped in front of the theatre where we prayed and sang hymns. Some of the hymns were in English and some in Latin, all Catholic classics. ;-)
The highlights for me at this point in the protest were when we chanted the Litany of the Saints in Latin and the very end when Fr. Zendejas yelled, with the aid of a megaphone, "Viva Cristo Rey!" a few times and each time the crowd responded, "Viva!" All in all, it was an evening well spent, IMHO.
The Newark Archdiocese was informed & invited to join us. They refused to speak to Fr. Zendejas.
I indicated that I couldn't see the entire group. It very well could have been more.
I would also call it an act of reparation, not a "protest."
Title of thread: Prayerful Protest and Reparation for the Blasphemous New York City Off-Broadway Act It is not an either/or situation. I think both were accomplished yesterday.
We weren't there to shut the homos down.
But we did, at least for one night. The play didn't happen last night.
Do you have any positive experience to share from the evening?
...For nearly three months, Braden Chapman had been sleeping in Portland shelters, under trees, on park benches and, when he got lucky, on the couch of a friend....
...So, for a year and a half, he lived with a relative until that didn't work out either.
And now he was on the street looking for a new home.
His odds weren't great. He was too old to be adopted and too straight-edged to get into a group home for teen drinkers or drug abusers.
A combination of luck and coincidence landed him in the home of two gay women.
The women - a social worker and a prosecutor - agreed to take him into their Westbrook home with their seven dogs and three cats. Brad wasn't sure of the animals, particularly the seven Chinook sled dogs, but he figured here in this home he could finally be himself, be respected for who he was instead of what he wasn't.
Now, 11 months later, he has grown attached to these two women he calls "my mummies."
On his birthday and Christmas, they shower him with gifts, CDs, clothes, beaded drag dresses and hugs. They've come to understand his need for wearing skirts to school and sequined dresses to proms, parties and performances.
He's explained to them his feeling of "bi-gender" and not wanting to live in society's "box A for boys, box B for girls" and how dressing in drag is like an art form, a performance, trying to be somebody else. They've listened as he's ranted about how girls dress in boys' clothes all the time and it's no big deal. Yet when a boy wears a dress or something feminine, "people treat you like a freak."
They know theater is his passion. They tell him they're proud of his ambition and talents, and of course they'll help him pay for college to reach the stage of his dreams. Last Mother's Day, Brad surprised them with a dinner party, giving them pink balloons and "mummy day cards" telling them how thankful he was.
"It's nice to have people support you in what you like to do, tell you that they're proud of you. It's something I never really had before."
...Just before Brad started the eighth grade, he came home and learned his mom had moved out. His parents didn't want to talk much about it, and then school started, and Brad jumped into band, chorus, classes trying to separate himself from this sudden family split....
...Halfway through his freshman year, he moved to a relative's home in Maine. There, he realized why he had no attraction to girls. He told friends, "Yes, I'm gay." The relative wasn't comfortable with Brad's discovery and he decided to leave when the school year ended....
...For nearly three months, Braden Chapman had been sleeping in Portland shelters, under trees, on park benches and, when he got lucky, on the couch of a friend....
...So, for a year and a half, he lived with a relative until that didn't work out either.
And now he was on the street looking for a new home.
His odds weren't great. He was too old to be adopted and too straight-edged to get into a group home for teen drinkers or drug abusers.
A combination of luck and coincidence landed him in the home of two gay women.
The women - a social worker and a prosecutor - agreed to take him into their Westbrook home with their seven dogs and three cats. Brad wasn't sure of the animals, particularly the seven Chinook sled dogs, but he figured here in this home he could finally be himself, be respected for who he was instead of what he wasn't.
Now, 11 months later, he has grown attached to these two women he calls "my mummies."
On his birthday and Christmas, they shower him with gifts, CDs, clothes, beaded drag dresses and hugs. They've come to understand his need for wearing skirts to school and sequined dresses to proms, parties and performances.
He's explained to them his feeling of "bi-gender" and not wanting to live in society's "box A for boys, box B for girls" and how dressing in drag is like an art form, a performance, trying to be somebody else. They've listened as he's ranted about how girls dress in boys' clothes all the time and it's no big deal. Yet when a boy wears a dress or something feminine, "people treat you like a freak."
They know theater is his passion. They tell him they're proud of his ambition and talents, and of course they'll help him pay for college to reach the stage of his dreams. Last Mother's Day, Brad surprised them with a dinner party, giving them pink balloons and "mummy day cards" telling them how thankful he was.
"It's nice to have people support you in what you like to do, tell you that they're proud of you. It's something I never really had before."
...Just before Brad started the eighth grade, he came home and learned his mom had moved out. His parents didn't want to talk much about it, and then school started, and Brad jumped into band, chorus, classes trying to separate himself from this sudden family split....
...Halfway through his freshman year, he moved to a relative's home in Maine. There, he realized why he had no attraction to girls. He told friends, "Yes, I'm gay." The relative wasn't comfortable with Brad's discovery and he decided to leave when the school year ended....
Sorry about the double post.
The women - a social worker and a prosecutor - agreed to take him into their Westbrook home with their seven dogs and three cats. Brad wasn't sure of the animals, particularly the seven Chinook sled dogs, but he figured here in this home he could finally be himself, be respected for who he was instead of what he wasn't.
Now, 11 months later, he has grown attached to these two women he calls "my mummies."
On his birthday and Christmas, they shower him with gifts, CDs, clothes, beaded drag dresses and hugs. They've come to understand his need for wearing skirts to school and sequined dresses to proms, parties and performances.
a good example of why we should oppose "gay" adoptions
Uh huh.
I was the one who posted that information, a police officer told one of the priests this.(regarding the sound system).
Now, why would you attack the Blessed Virgin like this?
Gimme a break. You don't know the first damn thing about what Jesus said about judging.
He meant we can't judge your soul, but we can judge your actions. You have been judging MurphE throughout this thread.
I gotta love the self-righeous narcissism of male homosexuals.
God is a homophobe, but maybe your too arrogant to realize that. Considering that God is a homophobe, I'm in good company.
God rebukes the proud and gives grace to the humble. James 4:6
Gay Pride is a sin, period. Celebrate Gay Humility month, buddy.
You are the ignorant one here. I can't judge your soul, but I would imagine you are simply invincibly ignorant.
Sorry to inform you, but you do attack the Blessed Virgin Mary. You don't even capitalize her name in your post. And note your name -- Like a Virgin.
LOL! Go away! By your own words you indict yourself.
Just because you are a sinner, and show no ability to understand the scandal you promote, does not mean you cannot find redemption upon repentance.
Otherwise you are nothing but a scumbag.
Matthew 18
7 Woe to the world because of scandals. For it must needs be that scandals come: but nevertheless woe to that man by whom the scandal cometh.
Amen!
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