Protests are life’s interpretation of free theatre. There is a cast of characters with a goal to make their voices heard. Than there is the opposition (who ever they maybe) who just wants them to shut up. Both sides battle vigorously. Going out and standing up for what you believe is a dizzying and often intimidating task. However, it’s one that must be done.

In society we all want to be well liked and make people happy to a certain degree. Protestors go out and put their liberties on the line to make a point. Throughout the years, I have witnessed an anti-fur protest outside Barney’s New York on the Upper East Side, joined a parade of marchers through Union Square to protest prop 8 and even snapped photos of the campgrounds of Occupy Wall Street in moderately conservative Riverside, CA.

Growing up a gay teen in a highly conservative environment taught me the value of standing up for my belief system and myself. People criticized everything about me. I didn’t want to sell out to make someone else happy. So, I continued not being well liked and that’s ok.

My teen years transformed me into a politically active adult. I helped out my causes by volunteering. The art of volunteering time is a great way to help get your belief system out there. Not only are you making a difference in one’s perspective community, but also meeting like-minded people.

We Americans love a good protest. Someone speaking up for their cause impacted everything from Women’s suffrage to The Civil Rights Movement, positively. Reading and keeping up with what’s going on in our world opens the mind. It inspires one to go out and stand up for something.


Crowds cheered, “Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow” blared from the sound systems as relatively famous people gathered on stage. It was a rally gathering up support for then Arkansas governor, Bill Clinton’s presidential race in 1992. For being very young at the time, it certainly made an impression.

The rally tickled my curiosity for politics. I still remember my first time going with my father to the election poles. My mother (those of knew mom would be shocked) insisted he vote for Bill Clinton. Being a wonderful husband, he agreed to my mom’s demand. However, he ended up voting for George Bush. I told my mom. She didn’t love his choice.

The next morning, I watched the news & found out Bill Clinton was now our president. I still remember the excitement, I felt. As the years went by I traded in political science books for film theory.

Life took another interesting twist in New York City. Like any proper twenty-something, I lived on a tight budget. My life took many art forms. I learned the art of fitting a week’s worth of groceries in one brown Trader Joes bag. Eating out meant saving half of dinner for lunch the next day. Needless to say extra cash was crucial. I answered an ad to work on a political campaign & got the job on the spot.

My first position was canvassing Manhattan with a small yet culturally diverse group, which eventually grew. We traveled throughout the grand island of Manhattan, meeting voters. Utilizing the campaign tools I learned in Indiana, I headed into the opinionated land of NYC. We canvassed Stuy town, the projects in Harlem + large apartment developments in Chelsea & the Lower East Side. I met New Yorkers from all walks of life. Education was of top concern. Jobs & living costs were also prominent on voters’ minds. The lack of trans fats & keeping parks, a smoker’s paradise were on the quirkier side of concerned issues.

What I remember most vividly are the folks I met along the way. There were so many fascinating stories. New York is known as a tough town, but most everyone I met was very receptive to my spiel. Beyond canvassing, I also petitioned to have our candidate on the ballot, officially. I ventured to the Upper West Side, Union Square & Washington Square Park & had to ask for people’s signature. Of course, it was intimidating at first, but I eventually got the gist of it.

Toward the end of the campaign, I was promoted to canvassing group leader. However, I went beyond canvassing. I visited college campuses in the city, recruiting perspective canvassers. I also volunteered on our candidate’s LGBT outreach. Throughout the campaign, the same excitement remained. Getting on the subway with my group, going to our location & being like a performer on stage, trying to convince them to get out & vote for our candidate.

After a successful, but challenging get out the vote attempt, our candidate won his campaign. Myself & everyone else on the campaign felt overjoyed. Months of hard work & we won. We celebrated with a big victory party at a hotel.

Riding the subway, working & volunteering in politics has opened my mind to what’s going on in the world. It has also demonstrated the importance of voting & having one’s voice being heard.