Haring was a force of nature, both as an artist and as an activist. He worked ceaselessly to promote HIV awareness, and involved himself deeply in the anti-apartheid movement.

And despite all that, he grew deep roots in NYC where he lived. People loved him as a kind, generous, gentle man.

He died two months before I moved to Manhattan, but I lived surrounded by his art.

Once day, I learned he had mentored children in a local art program, and that a neighbor in my building knew him well from that role.

I found it astonishing then (and still do) that a man of such international renown was such an involved neighbor.

I wish I had moved to NYC in time to meet him, or at least encounter him on the street.

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Writer. Runner. Marine. Airman. Former LGBTQ and HIV activist. Former ActUpNY and Queer Nation. Polyglot. Middle-aged, uppity faggot. jamesfinnwrites@gmail.com

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