Uncle Roy, and the National Equality March
My uncle, Roy Pike, Jr., died in his late eighties. My brother and I sorted through his many effects after his passing in the course of which we discovered correspondence between Roy and his “special friend.” It served to confirm what everyone knew, but no one spoke about. Roy was gay. As with many in his generation, he remained steadfastly in the closet all his life, living much of it with my grandmother. He sold jewelry for Shreve & Co downtown, was an avid hiker and superb photographer, going on many Sierra Club trips. But he never openly spoke about his orientation, and he lived quietly ensconced in his generation’s not uncommon role of unattached male dinner partner in San Francisco’s social circles.
I don’t know that Roy was ever unhappy about his choices or his confined existence, but When Harvey Milk was killed, I would think Roy felt the loss more profoundly than most, even though Milk was clearly at the other end of the spectrum as an “out” and at times flamboyant public figure. In retrospect, I am sad I never had a chance to talk with him about his experience of being gay in a hostile world. As the controversy erupted 17 years ago over “don’t ask, don’t tell” in the military, I wonder what he would have said about his own experience in World War II when he met his friend in London. This is not to say he was a tragic figure, for he was not. He was an engaged, productive, and talented man who got a great deal of enjoyment out of life, limited as it was by social convention. But one wonders how it might have been different if he hadn’t been forced to live in the shadows.
Tides sponsors and supports the National Equality March scheduled for this weekend in Washington (http://equalityacrossamerica.org). This event will give voice to the very simple notion that we should all be equal under the law – the 14th Amendment would appear to provide just that, but despite all the gains we have made, the LGBT community is still legally left out in the cold.
My kids have grown up in a very different world from that of their great uncle. To them, this whole argument is silly on its face. The idea that people should have the freedom to be with who they want is, to them, basic. That gay and lesbian people should be treated differently under our legal system just makes no sense. Clearly, the clock is ticking on those who are stuck in the mental model of my parents’ generation. But it’s going to be a long road with many hazards and obstacles before we arrive at a more generous and enlightened perspective about this very basic human right. Supporting the March seems like the least we straight people can do. Marching with the thousands of others expected, would be even better.