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I know it's been a few days since I posted, but the whole world has changed since then. To start with the good, our country elected Barack Obama president. On my 29th birthday, I got the gift of our first African-American president and an end to 8 long, painful years. I'm overjoyed that my daughter will grow up in a time when it's the norm to see someone who looks like her in the most powerful position in the world. Our country really has come a long way, and I'm happy to be alive during this historic moment.
Now that that's been said, let me just say that this campaign season has been a horribly depressing and eye-opening one in a different way. D, Savvy and I have had to walk our dogs through a neighborhood that overwhelmingly disagreed that our family is entitled to equal civil rights. We've had to drive past countless Yes on 8 lawnsigns posted in every imaginable public place (median strips, freeway overpasses, hung from trees) and bumper stickers plastered to countless cars and trucks on our roads. We've had to drive past street corners where literally a thousand people were spilling out into traffic, screaming obscenities at those who dared to voice opposition, and holding signs like "God Hates Fags". We've had the unique experience of watching the exit polling come in, only to learn that our daughter's demographic community (African-American women) voted overwhelmingly to deny her family equal protection under the law. It's been a very trying time for us. We've cried (a lot), we've tried to rationalize, we've tried to blame, we've tried to understand how this could happen in a state we've both always been so proud to call home. But then a funny thing happened. We felt our sadness slip away, and felt it transform to something else: anger.
We aren't going to let this be the final verdict on our rights or our marriage. We aren't going to fade into the background. We aren't going to support groups and businesses with our money that have used their money to take away our fundamental rights. We aren't going to go down easy. I hope that if you're a regular reader of this blog, you've seen that my family is just like your family. We love each other, we love our daughter, we love our dogs, we love our home. We pay taxes, we volunteer our time and resources to better our community, we want the same things for our child that you want for yours. We want her to grow up in a world where she feels loved, safe and valued as an equal person. I hope that you'll stand with my family, and the thousands of families just like mine, who aren't done fighting. We'll need your help as much as we'll need to help ourselves. We can do this together, and we can send a message that in this state, in California, we will not tolerate outside interests (be they religious or otherwise) that seek to strip fundamental rights from our fellow Californians.
And finally, for anyone who believes that Prop 8 wasn't about equality, who believes it was about protecting our children or preserving traditional values, I offer you this as food for thought: What traditional values were you really voting for?