By Jeff Freitas, president of the California Federation of Teachers.
When I started teaching in September 1994, I had just finished my credential program at the University of California, Santa Barbara. This was 16 years after the Briggs Initiative — a ballot measure that would’ve prohibited gay men like me from teaching in California — was defeated thanks to the help of Harvey Milk. Milk was the first openly gay man elected to public office in the state. It was his advocacy that made him famous — not his death. If the ballot measure had passed, a teacher could have been fired for simply being gay. No due process, no job protection, just fired. Would it have been held in court? I don’t know, but luckily it was defeated at the ballot box.
While I did have a partner at the time, I did not come out to everyone. Gay marriage wasn’t legal anywhere, and Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell — the military policy that prohibited openly gay, lesbian and bisexual people from serving in the military — was just enacted that year. Before UC Santa Barbara, I went to West Point, but left because I realized I was gay. So I couldn’t serve my country, I couldn’t marry the man I loved, and I was questioned for being a teacher, not to mention a basketball coach.
But I became a teacher because I wanted to help kids. I wanted to provide them with opportunities to succeed. I wanted to make a difference in their lives. I wasn’t what you would call closeted, but I also didn’t go up to people and say, “Hi, my name is Jeff, and I’m gay.”
At the end of my second year as a teacher — the end of California’s probationary period when teachers don’t have due process rights — there was another teacher who used a gay slur to describe me in front of a group of students. The students were shocked, as was I when I discovered what he said. I felt vulnerable, not because the students or the teachers thought I was gay, but because I didn’t know to whom I could turn. That teacher was my site representative.