I froze for a second on the far curb, shaken. The insult itself rolled right off me -- I don't much care what some stranger thinks my sexual orientation might be, frankly. But I hate getting yelled at from cars. Jangles the nerves.
The one clear thought in my mind: They can't do that. I could easily imagine the next person they yelled "faggot" at might well be someone the word would wound.
So I turned and looked, and saw that the car hadn't made it out of the parking lot -- they were stuck behind another car, waiting to turn out into traffic. I could run that far, catch up with them.
I did, and leaned in toward the driver's open window, and said, "Excuse me -- I didn't quite catch that."
Surprised-looking young man looked back at me and said, "Huh? -- I didn't say anything to you, dude."
"No? You're sure?"
"Yeah."
"All right, then. My mistake. Thank you," I said, and walked away.
Now, maybe I had been mistaken. But I don't think so.
And I like to think I impressed upon them a couple of simple truths:
- Just because you're in your precious car, it doesn't mean you're invulnerable.
- Nemo me impune lacessit. Your actions may well have consequences. That's right, I'm a crazy son of a bitch, and the next one you piss off might be even crazier.
I walked away still a little shaken, amazed at myself for having the courage to do it.
Funny -- I'd just come from a movie that reminds us that "with great power, comes great responsibility." I'd never really considered before that the reverse is just as true:
If you take on great responsibility, it lends you great power.
no subject
Date: 2002-05-05 08:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-05 09:52 pm (UTC)Very true; very cool. Thank you for doing that and sharing that.
Sorry to butt in unexpectedly; couldn't resist. :)
Did you forget?
Date: 2002-05-06 12:04 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-06 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-05-06 06:39 am (UTC)