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Makes My Heart Sick

I first heard about this story soon after it happened. I hoped the man would survive being attacked, but sadly he did not. The funeral is today.
Anthony Anthos, a 72-year-old gay man whose great dream was to light the Michigan State Capitol dome in red, white and blue each Fourth of July, was helping a wheelchair-bound friend through the snow when a fellow bus rider irked with his singing, spouting gay slurs, bludgeoned him from behind with a metal pipe.

Anthos lingered, paralyzed from the neck down, for 10 days before dying.

A big crowd is expected at Tuesday's visitation and Wednesday's funeral in Center Line, Michigan, which is being funded by the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force.

Comments

Elliot Coale said…
Just makes me sick. Why do people have to be so terribly hurtful to others? Getting to the homophobic slurs that Anthos heard from the person who attacked him, did his attacker even know he was gay? Or was he just being a prick, like most assailants of his kind are?
7:49 PM
Anonymous said…
You don't want me to post what I want to say.
11:06 PM
Allyson Dylan Robinson said…
God have mercy, Lord have mercy, God have mercy.
12:35 PM
Anonymous said…
How utterly horrible. May his memory be eternal.
7:18 PM
Annis said…
Everytime you learn that the world isn't the bright place you once believed in, your soul dies a little bit. In order to heal it, I just like Clint choose not to post my thooughts on this story ..
12:35 AM
Craig Hickman said…
There really isn't anything to say.
12:47 AM
Diana_CT said…
When I see this much hate, it makes me so sad and wondering how can people hate. I just do not understand how people can waste their lives hating. There are so many beautiful things in life why can they turn toward the light instead of the darkness?
8:37 AM
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