A victim of H8
November 4th was a bittersweet day for me for many reasons. I cannot say how overjoyed I am that Barack Obama won the presidency. I went from being a diehard Hillary fan to shifting my support to Obama after his clinched the Democratic nomination. It was a tough decision, because I had also liked McCain, but I felt that McCain caved under the pressures of his own party as well as the campaign, and well… let’s face it, the illfated decision to make Sarah Palin his VP choice. Not cool. After listening to Barack and his life speak a number of times, I developed great respect for them. I feel deep down that they will help put this country back on the right path.
In CA, they had two notable measures on the ballot, Prop 2 and Prop 8. Prop 2 was essentially a measure to prevent farms from confining livestock to small cages. Prop 8 was a measure to change the states constitution to define marrage as a union between a man and a woman. Surprisingly, California voters chose to extend rights to animals, but voted in favor of this ban on gay marriage. The outcome alone was quite shocking, but what is more shocking is the irony behind the whole matter. Surveys showed that a majority of blacks and hispanic persons voted for Prop 8. It’s quite sad that two oppressed cultures would have the audacity to vote against another minority and deny them rights. Even greater was the irony that the “Yes on 8″ measure was promoted highly by the mormon church. What the hell man? The mormon church, the people who brought us the wide world of polygomy, are trying to promote the sanctity of marriage.
The news that Californians voted to give these animals rights but could be so hypocritical against gays was difficult to absorb. It did not hurt me directly so much as I felt a great sadness for my two friends, a couple for over 11 years, through the good times and bad, who came out to California last July to get married. I’ve never seen them so excited and yet so nervous in my entire life. I could see that these two people genuinely felt a love for one another and were cherishing this moment that they could have a shred of recognition for the many years they had been together. I felt like I had just watched my best friend robbed at gunpoint and powerless to do anything about it.
Part of me can’t help but feel this isn’t so much about protecting the sanctity of marriage more than it is about jealousy. The divorce rate is sky high and I think those who can get married have devalued what it means to be married so much that it has gone from (to paraphrase Wanda Sykes) “till death do you part” to “ehh, I’ll give it a shot”. Finally, a new group of people enter into the picture who highly value what it means to be married and suddenly people are threatened and are jumping to prevent this new group from making them look bad.
Posted: November 10th, 2008 under General.
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