Ok. I am a cis-hetero white woman, in my 50’s.

TeriJo — wear the pin. If you are wearing it solely for your girls, that’s enough. I am not sure if I should use this idiom, but I have no skin in the game. I have worked with gay people, and a multitude of people of color, but I confess I have no close friends from the ranks of the potentially disenfranchised. Perhaps my two biracial nieces, and two biracial nephews, as well as my adopted Chinese niece have punched the appropriate buttons that leads me to say this. I have often been annoyed with the LGBT hullaballoo.

I am in favor of equal rights and opportunties for everyone, but preferential treatment for none. In my perfect world, meritocracy would be very common. So, when designer activism made it ‘popular’ and ‘correct’ to celebrate with rainbow filters on Facebook, I was not joining in. It was too cloying, and trendy, and hipster in my mind.

The problem is that in the course of rejecting the prevalence of popular opinion, and conventional wisdom, I foolishly lost sight of the fact that the oppressed and the marginalized really do need the fully franchised to stick up for them, precisely because there is power in numbers as well as in righteousness.

So, wear the pin. Certainly, be careful and protect yourself from the small but dangerous minority out there who would do harm in the name of indignant ignorance. Your daughters find the symbolic adornment to say that my mom has my cultural back, and I can win any fight that comes my way if my mom believes in me.

Wear the pin. I am honestly thinking of wearing one myself.

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