By James E. McGreevey
Monday, September 3, 2007
My gut wrenched when I read of Sen. Larry Craig’s bathroom arrest. I remembered my own late-night encounter with the law at a Garden State Parkway rest stop following a political dinner in north Jersey.
I pulled into the rest stop, parked my car, flashed my headlights, which was “the signal,” and waited. Glancing in my rearview mirror, I saw a state trooper approaching. I desperately tried to convince the trooper of my innocence, showing him my former prosecutor’s badge, a gift from the office when I left. The trooper radioed his office and returned. “I never want to see you here again,” he said. I survived for another day.
I was in my late 20s. It would be another 25 years before my parallel lives collided and I was coerced out of the “closet.”
Why do grown men in their 20s, or their 60s, do such things? I can answer only for me. ...”
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He is showing sympathy for Larry Craig? WTF? What about all the men that faggot harassed? Imagine you’re trying to take a dump and some queer is sticking his foot under your stall, unreal.