Before 8 a.m. today I had already lost track of honking cars — there were so many. People waved and some stopped to talk. Then I noticed a trim older man walk out of a college gate up the hill and walk toward me. As he went by me, I called out hello and he said nothing. I said it’s much colder today — and he said nothing. Then as he went past he said, “What would you say if I told you everyone thinks you are crazy?” — and he didn’t crack a smile. I laughed and said, “I’d say you are all crazy” for ignoring sex crimes.
Then it dawned on me: Everyone who stands up in the face of injustice is called crazy. Women who wanted the right to vote: CRAZY people. People who wanted to end segregation: CRAZY people. All around the world, if you stand up and seek change, you are called crazy.
Then it hit me: this is what success looks like. I am making progress and people are joining in. The Vigil has engaged people. And obviously, if I am being called crazy, I am on the right track.