Separation of Church and H8. Prop 8
Although I couldn’t be happier about Obama’s win I have to say that I am truly bummed about the yes vote on California’s Proposition 8 which will amend the California state constitution to ban same-sex marriages. Apparently it also takes away some other rights that were already afforded same sex couples. I haven’t done all my research but I did hear that the Mormon Church gave a lot of money to help pass the proposition which I think is so strangely ironic since a sect of their religion practices polygamy. Isn’t there supposed to be a separation of church and state? I don’t think it’s fair that an organization centered in Utah can lobby for a proposition in California. I also heard on CNN that African-American voters voted 70% yes to ban gay marriages. I just can’t fathom how a minority population that has been discriminated against doesn’t want equal rights under the law for EVERYONE! You don’t have to agree with behaviors but we should all have equal rights. I know that many black people don’t see the parallel of the civil rights movement and the gay rights movement and that’s a shame. Hopefully the protesting will continue and it will be overturned. In the mean time I think that the gay men and others who support Prop 8 should drop out of the wedding industry. No more flowers, dresses, planners, cake decorators or priests (wink) for heterosexual marriages until we can all get married. Watch the bridezillas freak!!! Hopefully Obama will advocate for all of us on a federal level.
On a brighter note watch this. It’s heart warming.
A fabulous piece from Keith Olbermann. Don’t miss it.
Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.
From the darkest moments of the LGBT rights movement have risen the greatest coming together of our community. If victories make us complacent, it is our defeats that rally us to a new level of community and activism. We stood up after mortal blows from Anita Bryant pushing her anti-gay vitriol in Florida. We rallied to the bedside of Matthew Shephard in his family’s time of tribulation. More recently, we re-committed our vows to protect our youngest members in the wake of the murder of Lawrence King by a fellow classmate. In the wake of the passage of Prop 8, we see now and will see another historic re-awakening of our community.
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.
Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops.
Weakened by my soulful cries.
Our temporary defeat only makes our eventual and inevitable victory all the more sweeter and cherishable. We are millions of human beings who love, mate, embrace, parent, mentor and live. The only difference is our non-heteronormativity.
You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.
To every hurt soul out there, prop 8 is not your future. Your future is happiness, your future is community, YOUR FUTURE IS THE OPTION TO START A FAMILY OF YOUR OWN. Your future can be wedding vows. Your future can be love. Your future can be all those annoying things married couples complain about. Your future is not defined by the forces of the past, the forces behind Prop 8. Your future is the only age demographic that opposed Prop 8, those 18-29 years old.
Out of the huts of history’s shame
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.
We’re going to continue the struggle because a wise human once said, the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.
I am motivated and energized by our TEMPORARY setbacks.
Conservatives are on the wrong side of history.
My fellow progressives, just remember:
They once fought us on women suffrage, yet on Nov. 4th we had the highest women voter turnout in 90 years.
They once fought us on interracial marriage, and love prevailed.
They once fought us on segregation, and now we have a black President.
They fight us now on marriage equality, but one day I will marry the man of my life.
They demean our relationships, but one day I will adopt my 1st child.
They call us immoral, but one day a Hindu priest will consecrate my committment to my future husband.
They will fight us, but we will always prevail.
It may still be dark, but morning in America is always a few moments away.
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
Featured Poem: “Still I Rise” by Dr. Maya Angelou