PHOTO: I Can’t Be Offended By Your Gay-Marriage Protest If You’re Not Making Any Sense
I was taking pictures of the first few couples leaving the Manhattan City Clerk’s office yesterday when a total lunatic (let’s call him “Evelyn”) made himself known.
In the middle of Christine Quinn’s brilliant address, Evelyn started yelling at the photographers in a language nobody could understand. He clenched his hands and began banging on the press risers until a police officer escorted him away.
I thought Evelyn was long gone until I was over at the same-sex wedding of Rod and Ricky from the musical Avenue Q. Suddenly I heard the same incomprehensible yelps interrupting the ceremony. Yup, you guessed it. Evelyn—back in action. Where is the NYPD? When I turned around and saw the same mad man I knew I had to act fast. (I was out of rice so there was nothing to pelt him with.) Sure there’s Freedom of Speech and he had every right to be there acting all crazy face, but I wasn’t about to let him ruin this special day. I rolled up my sleeves, put on my best Wisteria Lane smile, marched right over to Evelyn and, rather than screaming back in his face, grabbed him by the arm and politely marched him down the path to Centre Street. As two officers approached him, he bolted like a bat out of hell.
Did anyone else spot Evelyn yesterday—or some other marriage-equality naysayer? Tell us in the comments.
Photo of Evelyn by Jeffrey James Keyes