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You can do dirty things like shave your head and play hide and seek in the Cambodian jungle with 12 year old orphans, but if you do, do it with class. Life’s an art; Pirart Society.

I’ve seen horrors… horrors that you’ve seen. But you have no right to call me a murderer. You have a right to kill me. You have a right to do that… but you have no right to judge me. It’s impossible for words to describe what is necessary to those who do not know what horror means. Horror… Horror has a face… and you must make a friend of horror. Horror and moral terror are your friends. If they are not, then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies! I remember when I was with Special Forces… seems a thousand centuries ago. We went into a camp to inoculate some children. We left the camp after we had inoculated the children for polio, and this old man came running after us and he was crying. He couldn’t see. We went back there, and they had come and hacked off every inoculated arm. There they were in a pile. A pile of little arms. And I remember… I… I… I cried, I wept like some grandmother. I wanted to tear my teeth out; I didn’t know what I wanted to do! And I want to remember it. I never want to forget it… I never want to forget. And then I realized… like I was shot… like I was shot with a diamond… a diamond bullet right through my forehead. And I thought, my God… the genius of that! The genius! The will to do that! Perfect, genuine, complete, crystalline, pure. And then I realized they were stronger than we, because they could stand that these were not monsters, these were men… trained cadres. These men who fought with their hearts, who had families, who had children, who were filled with love… but they had the strength… the strength… to do that. If I had ten divisions of those men, our troubles here would be over very quickly. You have to have men who are moral… and at the same time who are able to utilize their primordial instincts to kill without feeling… without passion… without judgment… without judgment! Because it’s judgment that defeats us.

Col. Kurtz

You can do nice things like fighting for equality and freedom, but if you do, do it with class. Life’s an art; Pirart Society.

Harvey Milk was a city supervisor of a San Francisco and the first openly gay officer in the city’s history.

He, along with San Francisco mayor George Moscone, was shot and killed on Nov. 27, 1978 by Dan White, a former supervisor who had resigned his seat and who became enraged when the mayor would not reappoint him.

Mr. Milk was elected in November 1977 to the district that represented Haight-Ashbury and upper Market Street areas where much of San Francisco’s gay population was centered.

Mr. Milk had campaigned unsuccessfully for the supervisor position in 1973 and 1975 before winning two years later with 30 percent of the vote over 16 candidates.

Born in New York City, Mr. Milk and received a bachelor’s degree in 1951 from from Albany State College for Teachers. He had worked as a financial analyst in New York City before moving to San Francisco in 1969.

Though open about his sexual preference from the start, Mr. Milk campaigned on a broad platform that included expanded childcare facilities, low-rent housing and a civilian police-review board, rather than primarily on the issue of homosexual rights. However, he had been instrumental in passing a homosexual rights ordinance that was considered the most stringent in the nation at that time.

Mr. White was charged with murder, but convicted of the lesser charge of voluntary manslaughter, leading to chaos and riots throughout the city.

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I remember that late night of may 1965. The crappy town of Lewiston, the half crowded gym and cynical reporters from Boston and what not. I remember the tension before the bell rang and the people swearing at Ali. The hell if I had any pleasure watching them fight. And Bam! Liston was down in the blink of an eye. Damn, did Ali look good in that shirt.

You can do dirty things like beating people up, but if you do, do it with class. Life’s an art; Pirart Society.

We know the battle ahead will be long,
but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way,
nothing can stand in the way of the power of a Pirart calling for change.

We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics who will only grow louder and more dissonant.
We’ve been asked to pause for a reality check.
We’ve been warned against offering the people of this Society false hope.
But in the unlikely history of the Pirart Society, there has never been anything false about hope.

(text derived from a too famous speech, anybody paying attention to what’s happening in the word will recognize)

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