
I don’t understand the world I live in today, so please don’t ask me to explain anything.
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For all the children.

by sheila morris



writer Dottie Ashley did groundbreaking reporting
in The State newspaper on December 10, 1989
Four years later co-founders Freddie Mullis, Dan Burch, Jeff Plachta and I returned home from the March on Washington in April of 1993 with a vision shared by many members of the queer community that South Carolina deserved a seat at the table with our brothers and sisters on the west and east coasts who were motivated to make a collective economic impact that would effect positive changes for justice, inclusion, and prosperity for everyone. We were ready to organize, and the Guild was formed to focus on these economic issues, to work alongside the already functioning Gay and Lesbian Pride Movement, to create a safe space to gather socially outside the bars – a revolutionary concept in South Carolina at the time.

First business meeting of the Guild in September, 1993
The first Palmetto State Business newsletter published by the Guild featured a photo of co-founders Dan Burch (l) and Jeff Plachta (r) with James Carville at the annual Jefferson-Jackson Day Dinner in Columbia.

Guild members marching in Pride Parade in Columbia
Growing yellow with age in a folder in my office was this typed note from a 40 year old woman in Florence, South Carolina who wrote to us in the first year we began our meetings:
I became aware of your organization via your Internet website…I would very much like to join your organization and look forward to meeting other members from the various businesses and professions represented in your organization. Would you please send me information as well as an application for membership so that I may join the Business Guild? I think it is wonderful that the Gay/Lesbian community of S. C. has a Business Guild. Thank you…
British soul singer Heather Small’s lyrical question what have you done today to make you feel “Proud” is one we must answer for ourselves not only in the queer community but also as a country. I feel proud of the Guild that touched the lives of so many people during its nearly thirty year history. The torch was passed to a new generation of Americans according to President John Kennedy in the early 1960s, but our generation probably wasn’t what he hoped we would be. With our last breaths, however, we have the opportunity to make ourselves feel proud again.
Onward.


30 years later we remain people you know and like

thanks to Pretty for taking these pictures
(we were there with different partners and friends – she saved pictures)
When I left Columbia, South Carolina in April of 1993 to drive to Washington, D. C. with my partner and two gay friends to participate in a weekend known as the 1993 March for Gay, Lesbian and Bi Equal Rights, I had no idea my life would be changed forever by the events I took part in. Change was in the air – I could feel a seismic shift from my personal shame and fear to a collective sense of pride as I walked with the South Carolina delegation in the middle of this mass of humanity that championed a cause I had needed since I was a child growing up in the piney woods of rural southeast Texas, thinking I was the only one with feelings I dared not express. At forty seven years of age I felt a sense of belonging, a feeling that this wave of a million people marching for a simple matter of justice had finally brought me home.

the Names Project AIDS Memorial Quilt on display that weekend –
next to the Washington Monument

Onward.

And the answer is October 1st. is their birthday.

former President Jimmy Carter is 99 years old today

my Texas sister Leora has an age number, but hers is unlisted

our granddaughter Ella is four years old today
Each person I celebrate today with faith and hope that the next generations will have the opportunities to continue their journeys toward destinations of personal joy, public service, and commitment to equal justice for all.
Happy Birthday to Ella, Leora and Mr. President!
Picture this scene. Pretty was working in her large warehouse full of antique empire treasures for the final hour of what had already been a trying day when a couple appeared in the doorway and asked her if they could look around for a few minutes. She said sure but she had to leave to pick up her dog from the vet by 6 o’clock. When they walked past her, Pretty noticed the middle aged man wore a red maga cap. She was surprised and thought about asking them to leave, she told me later. Instead, she decided to try to have a reasonable conversation with people who had different political positions.
What she learned was the couple traveled to every rally – they had gone to one in Summerville, South Carolina last week and were on their way to Iowa for a rally there. When she asked what attracted them to the ex-president, the man responded with the usual make America great slogan. When pressed further, he went on to tell a story about Mr. Trump’s being the son of the late WWII General George Patton who had been told by the Illuminati to give this son to the Trump family that would make him a billionaire who would become president of the United States and make America great again. He showed Pretty a picture of Patton and Trump with a comment about the obvious family resemblance.
At this point Pretty realized a sensible conversation was out of the question so she told the couple she really needed to close the warehouse to pick up her dog. On the way out, the man turned to Pretty and said my name is Joe, and this is my friend Nancy; this won’t be the last time you hear our names.
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I give Pretty credit for trying to reach across the political spectrum, but I’m sure the Illuminati must be disappointed in her refusal to play along with the conspiracy theories of the other side. As for me, I’ve got nothing except a fear for the future of the republic.
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