Friday, November 14, 2008

Tomorrow at 10:30...even in Porterville

Prop Eight in California is just plain wrong, It is so wrong and mean spirited that it slides over into the dark side of evil and THAT my friend, is where it gets scary.

I live my little life thinking I'm a conservative, knitting sweaters at lunchtime and here I find out I'm this crazed liberal because I believe, among a bunch of other things, that people are people and a penis doesn't necessarily make you smarter than me.

Not much makes you smarter than me.

I don't think that the institution of marriage resembles an electrical socket and a plug-it does not need "parts" to work, it needs heart to work. The same people who have screwed up the educational system now have their big fat hands in the institution of marriage. People are not widgets.
Life is not a factory.

If God could take nothing and then whoosh! make the world out of this bunch of nothing, including fog and sunsets, if His eye is on the sparrow what makes these Prop 8 people think they need to protect us from the very people He made?

My God is about love and is is in very short supply in this world.
And I cannot for the life of me understand how people can look at me and feel the need to explain this all very slowly as if I can't understand it.
I understand plenty.

I understand that in 1967, when I was in eighth grade, it was illegal for black people to marry white people. I understand that in 1972, my best friend gave a lift to two friends from school who just happened to be black and nearly ruined her reputation because "white boys aren't good enough for you?"

I understand that I'm not interested in whatever kind of God they are worshipping. I understand that the kind of marriage they are holding up as the gold standard is some kind of cheap drive-thru Elvis/Blockbuster/Starbucks Bridezilla party.

This is what Erika said about the cheapening the institution of marriage:

If allowing child molesters, serial killers, death row prisoners, meth addicts, neo-nazis, corporate polluters, rapists, people who let their dog poop on the sidewalk and don’t pick it up, tobacco company executives, dog fighting enthusiasts, and serial drunk drivers to get married doesn’t “cheapen the institution,” what will?

This is what I say:

If inmates can get married on the last Saturday of every month, willy nilly (what ARE those women thinking?), if Michael Jackson can marry Lisa Marie Presley, if Woody Allen can marry practically his daughter exactly what doesn't cheapen the institution of marriage?

And the Mormon Church threw $22 million at this one little proposition. They did the same thing to the Equal Rights Amendment. I thought they were wrong then and I think they are even wronger now. But I think they are wrong about so many things, so don't get me started.

So there.

And because Paulie can't get the You Tube thingie's to work, here is the transcript, courtesy of Inky. I could not have said it better myself.

SPECIAL COMMENT By Keith Olbermann
Finally tonight as promised, a Special Comment on the passage, last week, of Proposition Eight in California, which rescinded the right of same-sex couples to marry, and tilted the balance on this issue, from coast to coast.

Some parameters, as preface. This isn’t about yelling, and this isn’t about politics, and this isn’t really just about Prop-8. And I don’t have a personal investment in this: I’m not gay, I had to strain to think of one member of even my very extended family who is, I have no personal stories of close friends or colleagues fighting the prejudice that still pervades their lives.

And yet to me this vote is horrible. Horrible. Because this isn’t about yelling, and this isn’t about politics. This is about the human heart, and if that sounds corny, so be it.

If you voted for this Proposition or support those who did or the sentiment they expressed, I have some questions, because, truly, I do not understand. Why does this matter to you? What is it to you? In a time of impermanence and fly-by-night relationships, these people over here want the same chance at permanence and happiness that is your option. They don’t want to deny you yours. They don’t want to take anything away from you. They want what you want—a chance to be a little less alone in the world.

Only now you are saying to them—no. You can’t have it on these terms. Maybe something similar. If they behave. If they don’t cause too much trouble. You’ll even give them all the same legal rights—even as you’re taking away the legal right, which they already had. A world around them, still anchored in love and marriage, and you are saying, no, you can’t marry. What if somebody passed a law that said you couldn’t marry?

I keep hearing this term “re-defining” marriage. If this country hadn’t re-defined marriage, black people still couldn’t marry white people. Sixteen states had laws on the books which made that illegal in 1967.


The parents of the President-Elect of the United States couldn’t have married in nearly one third of the states of the country their son grew up to lead. But it’s worse than that. If this country had not “re-defined” marriage, some black people still couldn’t marry black people. It is one of the most overlooked and cruelest parts of our sad story of slavery. Marriages were not legally recognized, if the people were slaves. Since slaves were property, they could not legally be husband and wife, or mother and child. Their marriage vows were different: not “Until Death, Do You Part,” but “Until Death or Distance, Do You Part.” Marriages among slaves were not legally recognized.

You know, just like marriages today in California are not legally recognized, if the people are gay.

And uncountable in our history are the number of men and women, forced by society into marrying the opposite sex, in sham marriages, or marriages of convenience, or just marriages of not knowing, centuries of men and women who have lived their lives in shame and unhappiness, and who have, through a lie to themselves or others, broken countless other lives, of spouses and children, all because we said a man couldn’t marry another man, or a woman couldn’t marry another woman. The sanctity of marriage.

How many marriages like that have there been and how on earth do they increase the “sanctity” of marriage rather than render the term, meaningless?

What is this, to you? Nobody is asking you to embrace their expression of love. But don’t you, as human beings, have to embrace… that love? The world is barren enough.

It is stacked against love, and against hope, and against those very few and precious emotions that enable us to go forward. Your marriage only stands a 50-50 chance of lasting, no matter how much you feel and how hard you work.

And here are people overjoyed at the prospect of just that chance, and that work, just for the hope of having that feeling. With so much hate in the world, with so much meaningless division, and people pitted against people for no good reason, this is what your religion tells you to do? With your experience of life and this world and all its sadnesses, this is what your conscience tells you to do?

With your knowledge that life, with endless vigor, seems to tilt the playing field on which we all live, in favor of unhappiness and hate… this is what your heart tells you to do? You want to sanctify marriage? You want to honor your God and the universal love you believe he represents? Then Spread happiness—this tiny, symbolic, semantical grain of happiness—share it with all those who seek it. Quote me anything from your religious leader or book of choice telling you to stand against this. And then tell me how you can believe both that statement and another statement, another one which reads only “do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”

You are asked now, by your country, and perhaps by your creator, to stand on one side or another. You are asked now to stand, not on a question of politics, not on a question of religion, not on a question of gay or straight. You are asked now to stand, on a question of love. All you need do is stand, and let the tiny ember of love meet its own fate.

You don’t have to help it, you don’t have it applaud it, you don’t have to fight for it. Just don’t put it out. Just don’t extinguish it. Because while it may at first look like that love is between two people you don’t know and you don’t understand and maybe you don’t even want to know. It is, in fact, the ember of your love, for your fellow person just because this is the only world we have. And the other guy counts, too.

This is the second time in ten days I find myself concluding by turning to, of all things, the closing plea for mercy by Clarence Darrow in a murder trial.

But what he said, fits what is really at the heart of this: “I was reading last night of the aspiration of the old Persian poet, Omar-Khayyam,” he told the judge. It appealed to me as the highest that I can vision. I wish it was in my heart, and I wish it was in the hearts of all: So I be written in the Book of Love; I do not care about that Book above. Erase my name, or write it as you will, So I be written in the Book of Love.”


PERBS said...

Well, if you don't speak up against them, who will? Just because some people make stupid laws doesn't mean we have to agree. That's what this country was founded on. I guess we have to learn that we make mistakes too before things can change?

BTW, I am going on your words . . . for some reason, I can never play u tube thingies.

charliwrites said...

Love is the main ingredient that God meant for us to need. I am not sure that humans are ever going to understand what love is...if we did, there would not be wars, murders, hate crimes or laws, etc. I guess this is something humans of every color, creed, and sexual orientation have been desiring for generations. People seem to never learn!

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