(Note: this post is not an indication that I have forsaken the writing about Palestine that I am doing. I simply had to say this today.)
Our journey is not complete until our gay brothers and sisters are treated like anyone else under the law–-for if we are truly created equal, then surely the love we commit to one another must be equal as well. . .
Until today I would never have dared to hope for such words on such an occasion. For those of us who grew up before Stonewall (1969), we are now not only “out of the closet,” we are now (almost) into the fabric of society. We have carried the burden of being “other” for long enough, for too long. I cannot express the physical sense of relief I feel—to say nothing of the mental and spiritual sense approaching ecstasy.
I had to buy flowers—I treat myself to flowers regularly on special occasions or when I need cheering up. I bought the gaudiest, loudest, most blatantly (perhaps even artificially) colorful bunch Kroger had for sale.
I intended to have a full-sized picture of them at the top of this post and simply the President’s words. As I put the flowers in the vase, I remembered the picture on TV of Antonin Scalia sitting behind President Obama.
I left the vase of nearly dried up and dead roses I bought a week ago behind my colorful bouquet.
Remember, our journey is not complete. Antonin Scalia has already announced in public that there is no question how the Supreme Court must decide the California Proposition 8 case: the writers of the Constitution did not have gay marriage in mind, so it is un-Constitutional. The California proposition stands. That a Supreme Court justice can announce his views on a case before it is even heard is unconscionable. That Antonin Scalia is the most influential member of the court means our journey may not be completed any time soon. The dead yellow roses are very much in the picture.