Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Prop 8 Melancholy

I've been sitting here torn between overall euphoria at last night's results and depression over the success of Prop 8. As is often the case, BillinPortland, at Cheers and Jeers brought my mood up:

JEERS to...

Proposition 8. Even in the face of iron-clad, incontrovertible proof that gay marriages won’t do diddly to straight marriages, Californians proved last night that they could be persuaded by Utah---yes, polygamist Utah!---to hit themselves over the head with the dumbstick and make inequality and discrimination constitutional. Think about that: many of the same voters who chose to tear down the ultimate barrier (the presidency) for one minority voted to create a barrier against another. Gee, thanks for the whiplash. If there is any silver lining it is this: civil unions will continue to be approved at the state level across the country, and the federal government now has the muscle to pass some gay-friendly bills (and repeal Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell). Oh, and it's worth reminding ourselves, no matter how bitter we feel this morning: civil rights struggles are always a marathon, not a sprint.

I've been embarrassed by my electoral cohorts only twice (annoyed with them, often; embarrasesed, only twice.) The first time was the Texas gubernatorial election in which the totally unqualified, totally uncool W ousted our totally cool, totally qualified governor, Ann Richards. The second time was last night, when my fellow Californians opted to legalize hate and discrimination, guided by a bunch of religious FREAKS!

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