[T]here are many days that I think, ‘It’s too hard. I’m tired of being a pariah.’ I held the hand of my son in Anchorage, Alaska. We had been talking about fishing and coming up bear hunting. It was a good boys weekend this last weekend. This lady accosted me in the street, started yelling at me, ‘We don’t want you in our town. Get out of our town. We don’t want you here. You’re a hater.’”
“I told you yesterday that I just turned to her and I said, ‘I love you.’ Boy, I didn’t want to say that. But that’s what came out, and it didn’t ‑‑ believe me, I didn’t think of it. I just kept repeating it, as she was screaming on the streets at me. I finally turned around and walked away.”
