But sadly, and I didn't realize that it would hit me this hard, Prop 8 passed.
There will be no more gay marriages in California. We are apparently not good enough. We are evil because we have "promiscuis" sex outside of marriage, but we also cannot now be married to the person we love. Damned if you do, damned if you don't. I'm sorry I threaten you. I didn't mean to.
Check out what is happening legally with Prop 8 now through the ACLU at the link above. Support the ACLU, Lambda Legal Defense Fund and the National Center for Lesbian Rights with a donation if you can.
So, what do I do when I am so profoundly hurt by my fellow Americans? I will think of the old fable that I always try to remember when something happens that confuses me.
It goes like this:
Once upon a time, in an ancient land far away, there was an old farmer.
His family farm was small and he ran it with the help of his 18 year old son and their strong work horse.
The horse was the center of the farm, pulling the plow in the field, carrying the farmer and his son to market and hauling away the brush and debris.
One day, the farmer's son accidentally left open the gate to the corrall at the end of the day and the next morning, the horse was gone.
The old farmer's neighbor, in a gesture of sympathy, comes over to commiserate with the wise old farmer. "I'm so sorry for your loss. What a terrible thing to happen!" to which the wise old farmer replies "Who knows what is good or bad?".
The neighbor, surprised by the old man's response persists. "But your horse was the center of everything here!! You can't plow your fields or haul your produce to market!".
Again, the farmer replies "Who knows what is good or bad?"
The next day, when the son got up to tend to his chores, he rubbed his eyes in amazement when he saw that not only had the family horse returned to the corrall, but ten wild horses had followed him home!
The neighbor, quick to celebrate, encouraged the farmer to express his joy over his bounty.
"You are a rich man! What a wonderful thing! It's a miracle!"
To which the wise old farmer replies, "Who knows what is good or bad?".
Again, the neighbor scratches his head, puzzled at the farmer's seeming indifference, and walks home.
Later that day, while the son was trying to tame one of the wild horses, he was thrown from the horse, breaking his leg in two places.
The neighbor, feeling the young man's pain, exhorts the old man to admit that this event was truly awful.
"You son was injured and is suffering needlessly!"
"Who knows what is good or bad" he replies.
Frustrated, the neighbor leaves, feeling bad about the son and worse about the father.
The next morning, the farmer and his son are greeted by a sharp knock on the door.
They are greeted by a military leader, looking for young men to take to war. He cannot take the farmer's son because of his injury.
The moral of the story?
WHO KNOWS WHAT IS GOOD OR BAD?