This is not a good morning. I’m sitting here at my desk, trying to write while fighting back nausea that’s not solely due to chemotherapy. To say that I’m unhappy about Tuesday’s decision on Amendment One is putting it mildly. Frankly, it makes me sick. A few other appropriate adjectives would be outraged, aggrieved, infuriated, offended; take your pick. I’d like to say all that ire has been directed at the what happened, not at who caused it to happen. I’d like to say that, sure, but it would be a big, fat lie. Sorry, but I’ve taken this personally.
I take it personally that 61% of the citizens of my state chose twist and pervert scripture to promote hate, discrimination and prejudice. I take it personally that they chose to use the laws of my home state to marginalize and ostracize people I love. I take it personally because, in doing these things, they are corrupting the Christian faith and the community that I have dedicated my life to. They’ve done so because of fear and ignorance that they’ve cloaked in the name of God. And, I’ve got to tell you, that pisses me off.
Many bloggers, faith leader (one of the best can be found here) and just plain folks have cautioned against angry outbursts, put downs and bullying. I understand what they’re saying, I really do. I’m just not ready to back off yet. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I don’t walk around calling everyone who supported Amendment One ignorant redneck bastards; I just think it…, a lot. I know, that’s really no better than saying it out loud but it’s the best I can do right now. It will take a while, but eventually I’ll get there. That doesn’t mean, however, that I’m not going to call out my errant brothers and sisters (see, better than “ignorant redneck” already) on what they’ve done every chance I get.
Wednesday evening, I saw a Facebook status (posted by a friend) that said “Everyone needs to accept Amendment 1 passed just like I had to accept the fact that Obama won.” To which I replied “As long as this piece of shit is on the books, my daughter is a second-class citizen. So, no, I don’t accept it.” Or, something like that, he deleted it shortly after I replied. But, he’s not the only person I’ve heard say that sort of thing. And, the more I hear it, the more I want to ask “What, are you feeling a little buyer’s remorse there, Sparky? Did you just go in the booth and mark your mark out of reflex and, only now are you beginning to see what you’ve done?” I hope that’s the case. I hope that, in your quiet moments, there’s nagging thought in the back of your mind. One that pokes at you and says “What if I was wrong?” Because the thought of you just going on about your business, blithely ignorant of what this vote means might just be the saddest, yet most infuriating thing I can think of.
Give you break? Let it go? Not gonna happen. I, and every other supporter of equal rights for all God’s children aren’t letting you off the hook that easy. And, we’re doing this because, even though we are mightily pissed at you, we also love you and want you join us in the Kingdom of Heaven.