On Good Friday, on Gay Street in the Greenwich, someone chained, and locked to an apartment gate, a giant wooden cross.
And then, over the next nine days, that “someone” would return to Gay Street and chain the cross to different parts of the street making it impossible for others to move it.
“To be honest, I’m a Christian, and the cross means, love, peace and hope. And it was clear the owner of this cross did not share those values. Whatever [this person’s] point, [it] was lost in translation. Their actions were pointless and annoying.”— Micah Latter, resident of Gay Street, whose gate the cross was first chained to.
Micah Latter watched as the cross was moved over those nine days, and posted daily Instagram updates of its location; she tried to get it removed but no one offered a solution so she came up with her own plan.
She and the neighbors would turn the cross into a symbol of love and acceptance and take the power back from its owner.
Micah Latter and ten of her neighbors and friends gathered together one Sunday afternoon to paint the cross the colors of the LGBTQ rainbow flag; they sipped champagne while they painted, and removed the old locks, changing them to new ones so that “someone” could no longer move it.
And they gave it a name: “The Love Cross.”
As for the cross’ original owner, Latter and the residents of Gay Street left their own message:
“Sorry you can’t move the cross anymore. We added our own love lock to your chain and superglued both key holes. The Love Cross belongs to the street now, so thank you!”
See? When The Gays are given lemons, they make lemonade ... and Lemon Drop Martinis ... Lemon Meringue Pie ... they garnish a Poached Salmon with them ... they candy the Lemon Slices ... they ... they ... they take something ugly and make it beautiful.
On Gay Street, of course.
Have a good weekend ... make some Lemonade.