Expostulation and Reply
WHY, William, on that old grey stone,Thus for the length of half a day, Why, William, sit you thus alone, And dream your time away? "Where are your books?--that light bequeathed To Beings else forlorn and blind! Up! up! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men to their kind. "You look round on your Mother Earth, As if she for no purpose bore you; As if you were her first-born birth, And none had lived before you!" One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, When life was sweet, I knew not why, To me my good friend Matthew spake, And thus I made reply: "The eye--it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. "Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness. "Think you, 'mid all this mighty sum Of things for ever speaking, That nothing of itself will come, But we must still be seeking? "--Then ask not wherefore, here, alone, Conversing as I may, I sit upon this old grey stone, And dream my time away.
William Wordsworth (1798)
Jeff Wilfahrt always reads a poem by William Wordsworth when he visits his son's grave. |
Believed to be the first gay Minnesota soldier to die in the Iraq and Afghanistan wars, Wilfahrt (pronounced WIHL’-furt), who enlisted in the Army in January 2009 and was deployed to Afghanistan that July, “was a gentle soul,” says his mother Lori. “He was very kind and compassionate. He was interested in a lot of things, but more at a level of detail than what I think most people pursue something. He was fascinated with numbers, and patterns with numbers and palindromes. He would often spot a series of numbers and say, ‘Well, if you add up your birthday and your birthday it equals this.’ Or, ‘All of our birthday dates combined equals our home address.’ Just odd things like that.”
He joined the military, Lori says, because he “tried to grow up. He really turned out to be an interesting, wonderful young man. But I think he still sought something else. He was looking for a purpose, a life of meaning.”
As for his sexuality, being gay and joining the military concerned Lori “a lot. I think it concerned him as well. He spent a lot of time thinking about it and he came to terms with it. He knew he would have to go back in the closet, that he would have to keep that to himself. And he did, for at least part of his stay in the Army. But when I talked to him (or when he wrote maybe) when he was in Afghanistan, he said nobody cares. He said, ‘Everybody knows, nobody cares.’ He said, ‘Even the really conservative, religious types, they didn’t care either.’ He said it’s about something else.”
I used the poem above because his father, who along with Wilfahrt mother are fighting for gay marriage in Minnesota, reads a Wordsworth poem each time he visits his son's grave. A lover of literature, Jeff, Andrew's father, always brings a collection of William Wordsworth. As he sits on the marble stone commemorating his son, he reads aloud from a collection of Wordsworth. His wife Lori sits on the ground nearby.
Lori and Jeff Wilfahrt, parents of Andrew Wilfahrt, a gay Army Corporal killed in Afghanistan earlier this year, continue honoring their son's memory in the best way possible: fighting for LGBT equality, especially in Minnesota, a state that may vote to ban gay marriage in 2012.
"I hope my son didn't die for human beings, for Americans, for Minnesotans who would deny him civil rights," Mr. Wilfahrt recently said in a speech about Andrew.
Watch as the Wilfahrts discuss their son's life, including being accepted as openly gay in the army, and explain why they're playing the "trump card" to get straight people on board with pro-gay policies.
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4 comments:
Joe: Thanks for sharing this amazing story.
Thank you, FOC.
thank you for that video. I found it very powerfull. What person could not be moved by the parents and what they said
Graham, I found it very powerful too, it's the main reason I decided to share it. I think politicians (and Americans as a whole) often forget about the sacrifices people make for freedom.
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