July 24 – Downtown Syracuse, New York

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A Question of Justice

At the location of our first campaign we had a very distinguished lady who came and spoke for a long time. She expressed a lot of frustration over the callousness of lawmakers who pass such legislation allowing homosexual “marriage.”

“It is against justice,” she said.

We moved to another corner some time later and were confronted by a homosexual who was furious with what we were doing and called us a bunch of lunatics. He tore up one of our fliers at one point then attempted to grab another. We were able to diffuse the situation when I had the two members cross to the opposite corner.

He then began to scream at me even though I had my back turned in an attempt to call the police.

“Who are you calling”, he screamed. I had no problem convincing the dispatcher on the other end that we were being harassed.

Contagious Enthusiasm

After lunch we went to East Syracuse and campaigned at the loudest intersection so far. In order to fully appreciate this particular campaign, consider the fact that it is the most complicated and timely intersection imaginable since you have 6 different lanes facing a light. A person would have time to read a book while waiting for their turn and the only thing we asked them to do was read a sign saying, “Honk for Traditional Marriage”.


Early in the campaign a car stopped in the back of a long lane of cars and began honking. The light turned green and everyone proceeded through as this man continued to honk. When I looked over I saw him as he stopped at the red light, right in front. One would think he would stop, but no, he laid on his horn during the entire time it took the light to change again. He was a middle-aged man with his father in the passenger seat and his children in the back. All of them were waving enthusiastically. His enthusiasm was contagious and it wasn’t long before the entire intersection was honking which created a deafening noise. It was truly as if Our Lady consoled us after such a violent reaction from the man in the downtown.

“Just seeing you out here has made my day”.

The most amusing thing we saw was the division amongst cars. One lady stopped at a light across the street.

“You are not going to get my support”, she said. She then held her hand out the window with a thumbs down. As cars coming from the opposite direction passed in front of her I could see people look at her and lay on their horn in support of us.

“You may not support them”, they seemed to be saying, “but we sure do.”

On several occasions you would see a carload of people spewing obscenities only to be followed by another car chock full of passengers screaming their support and honking. The most amusing was a carload of blacks in one car calling us racists and bigots followed by another car of blacks, right behind them, proclaiming the exact opposite position as they happily manifested their support.

One man walked by and thanked each member for being there. He seemed to be almost moved to tears when he spoke about the amount of courage it takes to campaign on this issue. Before leaving he turned to me and said, “Just seeing you out here has made my day”.

“The only time we lose is when we stop fighting.”

A man in a car stopped at a light engaged me in conversation. He took a flier and appeared to be in favor but was the type of person one sometimes finds in the streets who attempts to spread discouragement. The exchange with him was quite interesting.

“The only time we lose”, I responded, “is when we stop fighting and that is something we do not intend to do.” He had nothing to respond. I did add in that last line that our fight is always done in a “peaceful and legal way”.


Before finishing our campaign a young man and girl approached Mr. John Miller who was holding the TFP standard. His dreadlocks, body piercings and foul language were an indication of what was to come. He only stayed a short time, refused to listen to reason, and before leaving, spat on Mr. John Miller.

The police were called but we don’t intend to follow the guidelines we received:

“If you are going to be in the streets, taking on this issue you had better expect to have some harassment,” he said. “If someone spits on you, you can punch them in the face.”

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