American politician, San Francisco City Supervisor, and civil rights activist, Harvey Milk was born on this day in 1930.
He would have been eighty-eight today, but in 1978 he was assassinated together with Mayor George Moscone.
The reasons were complicated, and the precipitating event was because the murderer had resigned his position as a Supervisor and realized Harvey and George had blocked his attempt at returning. But in fact the driving reason at the heart of all the others, was as simple as daylight.
Harvey was murdered for his outspoken gay rights activism, the mayor for being an ally. The murderer had been embroiled in a number of disputes over the issues of gay rights, and his resignation had been tied up with his frustration at the direction of the city toward more inclusivity and expanded civil protections for the LGBTQQ (as we would say it today) community.
As a native Californian who lived in the Bay Area in those days, I recall these events vividly.
The assassination was a life changer for many people who were not particularly focused on the emerging gay rights movement.
Harvey’s friend Cleve Jones writes,
I believe that is a simple statement of truth. A movement for justice has many beginnings. And this was in all truth one of them.
The road to justice for our LGBTQQ community has been long. The murderer successfully pleaded diminished capacity due to addiction to sugary foods, the so-called “Twinkie Defense,” and was convicted of voluntary manslaughter instead of murder. Riots followed. Perhaps another beginning. There are indeed many beginnings.
And, of course, while there have been mind boggling advances in the years that have followed, that journey is far from over.
In 2009 the California legislature designated the 22nd of May a State holiday. The bill was signed into law by then governor Arnold Schwarzenegger.
Today is Harvey Milk Day.
Worth pausing, and noticing. Remembering. Harvey. George. What has been. And what can be.
Everyday a new beginning…