This evening about a dozen neighbors and my family were at a vigil on a corner in our neighborhood. We were there, holding signs, in front of the local Veterans Memorial, in support of those who were too frightened to be seen. Probably 90-95% of the cars honked in support, raised thumbs and peace signs, and even just yelled HONK HONK HONK when their horns wouldn't work. Bus drivers, tow truck drivers, delivery drivers. People in low riders and luxury cars. We even got a discreet nod from the local LAPD cruiser.
The point is that sometimes, when you feel like everything you have to give is less than a drop in a bucket, you can still give someone the ability to honk a horn in support, knowing that this is all we have the power to do today, but at least we know we are all here.
We are trans teens and military vets. We are naturalized citizens. We are gay and straight, black, white, brown, and everything in between, native born Angelenos and transplants. We are community, and that is our superpower.
The biggest hat tip to my neighbor John E., who keeps the vigil even if it's just him shouting on a street corner. #chingalamigra #noice #highlandpark