Okay. I need a little help with this one.
I am capable of understanding views that are different from my own, but I still haven’t heard a single argument that convinces me that homosexuals shouldn’t marry.
So. What’s with denying every American the right to marry?
It wasn’t so very long ago when African-Americans were barred from marrying whites. They even coined an ugly word for the act of interracial procreation. It was called miscegenation. The very definition turned my stomach sour over usage of the word “interbreeding.” How backwards is that?
“No more backward thinking, time for thinking ahead. The world won’t get no better, if we just let it be …” Ever hear those words before?
Things will never change if we just let them be. Lucky for us, someone has always fought for change. It takes courage to wage war against anything that shackles humanity. Sometimes all that’s needed is one soul to speak aloud against injustice. Then like-minded warriors join forces—forming a body made up of many voices. A powerful cry is effective against the silence of exclusion.
Blacks suffered in silence, but they sang as they worked and suffered. The church became their voice. The choir became their bullhorn. Their song called out and forged a leader who rested in the bosom of Christ, their long-promised savior.
The son sent another son—a son of the people. Martin was his Father’s son in every sense of the word. He obeyed, and pointed the way to the promised land for every American.
His finger pointed inward. He pointed at all of us, because America was the promised land.
America has held her promises aloft since her inception. She has shouted through history to dictators, tyrants, and those who enslaved: “Give ME your tired, your poor; your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door.”
That is what I learned in school. I learned the immigrants’ story and wondered about my people’s place in line next to that golden lamp.
My people were not immigrants. My people were not beckoned with open, welcoming arms. They were brought to the land of golden opportunity in darkness, shame, and shackles. Not all, but the majority was brought here against their will. Generations were denied basic freedoms and human rights. History chronicled their stories.
Freedom came though. Lincoln heard his Father’s voice. The voice of Freedom cried out. It was a voice crying in the wilderness, heard first in the darkest parts of America, then ’round the world that sparked the truth in open hearts.
A new voice took up the cry years later. This son was called Martin. He rallied us. He gave us cause to hope. He told it was up to us, because he had to leave. We didn’t hear him. We grabbed hold of his magic, his knowing, his coat tails, and we held fast.
He tried to prepare us. We were deaf.
It happened just as he’d said it would. He had to leave. He left us, and the lights went out again.
Thirty-eight years later, another voice cried out in the wilderness. The people followed, and they found him. The people listened. And they believed.
They unsealed their own ears that were closed. They wiped clean eyes that were sore. They bound up the wounds that festered and poisoned. Their sons and daughters danced and sang.
They danced a new dance. They danced to a new song. They wrote a new story. People learned the words to the new song. They learned the steps to the new dance. They remembered the words, the dance, the story. And they passed them on.
Soon, the world heard and it learned the new words. New people sang the new song, and danced the new dance.
A new name rang with purpose and echoed in the souls of the people. Hearts embraced the name and turned it into a chant. The name became a sound for hope. It became a name for change. It became a name for unity.
Two nights ago, that name took its place in history. Tonight the chant still resonates and reverberates. It smells of hope. Without Hope, the people perish.
A magical fable that came to life makes me scratch my head in wonder. How in this day, in this age of possibility, can people be denied the simple right of marriage?
In a world where a man named Barack Obama can become the leader of a place as wonderful as America, how can ignorance, bigotry, fear, and … injustice. Injustice is the word I’m looking for. How can injustice ride on the heels of such proof that America can live up to its promise?
How can Americans vote against same-sex marriage, but rally behind a man whose parents were once-upon a-time legally barred from marrying in most states?
How can someone vote on whether or not two people can marry? I thought we were guaranteed the right to pursue happiness. Besides, isn’t marriage a civil issue? If denied civil justice, isn’t that a denial of a civil right? No pun intended. Civil rite. Civil right? Get it? Oh! Don’t start groaning at me!
Please? Will someone explain this so that even I can understand it?