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I met Billy Jack about 17,18 years ago, at a small party with a bunch of
friends. It was a time in life when you went to somebody's house, you partied
a little while, then you ganged up and you went to the bar. I met Billy Jack
there, and me and him and a guy that took me to the party all went to the bar
together afterwards. . . Billy Jack was just one of them special people that
you instantly took a liking to . . .
I saw him several times back in that era. Around 1995 or 1996, he walked in
this bar, and I looked at him and I said, "Well, Billy Jack Gaither!". . . When
I told him my name, he knew me automatically. We took up like we never had a
space between us. . .
I would like to think we was close. I feel like I was real close to him. .
.
I was working the door. So far, it was all normal, until this guy come in and
was announcing that they had found a body down there near where I lived. I
knew then it was Billy Jack.
I just knew. I don't know how. Billy Jack had been missing. I knew they had
found his car . . . and I knew that they had turned in the missing person
report. . .The law come in a couple hours later, and all I could do was say,
"Y'all found Billy Jack." And he said, "Yeah." . . .
Yes, he was here. And he didn't park in his normal place. He parked about six
cars down. He walked up and he said, "Marian, don't worry about who's in my
car. They're going to come in, in a little while. They're just not ready come
in right now." And I wish to God I'd been nosy enough to walk over and see.
But I knew Billy Jack didn't want us to really know who it was. So I didn't.
Totally private. We asked him, we begged him, we pleaded with him, but it
didn't do no good. I had girls that were single just beg Billy Jack, "Please,
Billy Jack." [And he'd say] "No, I won't date 'em." And he never would. He
never, never even laid a hand on anybody he dated.
Every Friday and Saturday, and if he wasn't working during the week, he was
through that door. If he went anywhere else, he was either here before or
after. It's like, "Billy Jack ain't here. Wonder what's going on. He must
have went to Birmingham." And a little bit later he comes in and says, "I been
to the Tool Box." He always come by.
That was probably one of his most favorite bars. This was his home bar. But
Tool Box was his bar of choice.
This is the hometown local bar where everybody goes to see everybody and their
friends, and to socialize. It's the only thing that is open after nine o'clock
in this town. You have a choice of a movie, skating rink, and the tavern. The
Tool Box is a gay bar in Birmingham.
At the Tool Box, naturally, when he walked in, nine out of ten would know he
was gay. Here, a lot of people didn't know he was gay. . . . People would
walk up and say, "Is he gay?" And we'd say, "Yeah." If they walked over to
Billy Jack and they say, "Are you gay?" he'd say, "Yes, and I love it." You
couldn't hurt his feelings on it, so we wasn't worried about it.
I'm sure there was a few of them. I know of stories of where one said
something and kept saying something until he was told, "Either shut up or
leave." I've heard about other incidents. But as far as me being around Billy
Jack and anybody offending him--not to my knowledge. . . . He's told me
they'd come up and say, "Are you a faggot?" And he'd say, "Yes, and I love
it," and just walk off. He didn't stay for any more.
He knew what he was, and he was comfortable with it, and it was your problem if
you wouldn't.
I didn't. Billy Jack did. I was worried to death about it. They was actually
offending my customers that was straight. And Billy Jack just went and said,
"Do you want to go and kiss and hug and all that kind of stuff? You go to Tool
Box. You come in here, you be straight. You're not ruining my bar." And that
was his attitude, like this is your hometown bar. You want to be gay, you want
to act gay, you go to Birmingham, you go to a gay bar. You come in here, you
act like everybody else, or don't come. . .
No. I never did.
No. It wasn't an issue.
No. He knows everybody's got rights. He would not expect us to go up to a gay bar and tell everybody to act straight. But he didn't expect the gays to come in here and they'd tell everybody to act gay, either
I knew Mullins from coming in here.
When he first started coming in here, he was like he wanted to be a Billy Bad
Boy. But then he'd come around, and he was just like the rest of us, at the
end.
What changed was, one night he walked over to the bar and told this guy, "I
think I'll just hit you." And the guy just laid him out. We picked Mullins
up, and dusted him off. . . The next time he come in, he come in being a normal
human. We'd had trouble a few weeks after that, and I turned around and said,
"Everybody just needs to go back in," and Mullins was standing there saying,
"Y'all heard the lady. Go on back in." And it was like, "Man, what happened
to you?"
He wanted to be, at first. If a black person walked in, he'd sit a table away
from him and make racial comments at him all night--stuff like that, until
somebody would finally tell us. . . Then we'd have to go say [to him], "They
got the right to be in here just like you have." . . . I never really had no
feelings towards him. It wasn't a hate, love, or like, or anything. He was
just another customer. We watched him big-time when he used to come in a lot.
And then we got to where we slacked off, after he changed his ways some. But I
never got to know him or nothing.
Just talking. I've heard rumors about them being in the back of the bar and
getting in cars together and leaving. But I never would have put my finger on
it. If you'd asked me, "Had he ever left here with Billy Jack?" I could have
told you, "No," because I never knew.
Oh, yeah. I was the bartender, and they'd be at the end of the bar, talking. .
. Didn't seem like there was no problem there. . .
Well, I think the loss of Billy Jack has opened a lot of people's eyes. Any
town you live in, there is a gay person here, there, and yonder. And they
didn't realize it. It's like there was no gays nowhere but in the big cities.
They're everywhere. They're all over this country. And until then, I don't
think it was ever realized that they were in a small town.
Well, any town you live in, it's not supposed to happen there. But it can
happen anywhere. Just because you're in a small town don't mean that bad don't
happen.
If you knew Billy Jack, you'd say yeah, because the family didn't want the
death penalty, and Billy Jack wouldn't want it either. I could understand why
they done that. I respected them for doing that. It was a hard decision. .
.
Yes, he did. He told us before plenty of times, "They know I'm gay but they
don't know I'm gay. So I don't take it home."
No. He respected their right to think of their son as what they wanted to. He
knew they would not want to accept it, so he didn't take it home to them. He
didn't put it in their face.
Unselfish. He thought of them before he thought of himself. . . .
I have two sons. It's opened my eyes that one day they might have been gay.
They're 20 and 18, so I don't believe they are. But if they was, I could live
with it, when one day I might cried for three hours or more.
Yes. He was the first gay male I ever met.
I remember thinking whenever they was so little, "Please, never be gay." But
now it's like a part of nature. . . . He taught me that it just happens. It's
nothing you do. It's nobody's fault. It's just the way you are.
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