I couldn't bring myself to go see the movie made about the man. I couldn't stand to visit that time again. Finally I decided it was time to watch. Lucky for me, instead of making me sad, it made me wonder about the spirit of Harvey Milk. What the hell has happened to the activists of 2009? Where are the voices? There is no one like him today with the courage to shout about LGBT rights. Who brings the community to it's feet? What one person can stand up, call up the crowds, light the fire? There is no LGBT activist/politician with the guts of Harvey Milk.
The wimpy queers today are busy blending in. Too busy acting like heterosexuals. Too easy to surrender to acting in acceptable ways and not fighting the fight. Taking the newly aquired sense of tollerance for granted and as a sign of acceptance. Unaware of what it was like to witness the Stonewall Riots, the first March on Washington for LGBT Rights. Never attending the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival. Not able to understand the significance of those events or the essence of womyn only space or what it took to accomplish that. They don't know Harvey Milk. They don't feel the sense of community. They've been divided and conquered, lulled into the idea that it's better. Most are riding on the backs of the few that are still inspired by the beat that drove Harvey Milk.
We need a Harvey Milk. Thankfully he lived to leave a legacy that a movie could be based on. Without Harvey Milk no one would know our history. There would not have been a person to showcase. It would all be mere memories of the activist who lived in the time. Activist that are passing with time. So what Harvey Milk accomplished while he was alive was monumental, the more important work may be in the story of his life and assination that comes now to inspire the ones with whom the work has been left to, to continue with. I hope they feel the passion.