as i was perusing the local newspaper's website (not the be confused with an actual newspaper) on how Malcolm X's daughter had been arrested in one of Western North Carolina's mountain counties... i came across another article regarding civil rights... gay marriage.
at a recent local city council meeting, they passed a resolution calling for creation of a city registry for people in same-sex relationships and endorsing more rights for same-sex couples. a step in the right direction i say... however, others feel differently. our own mayor (a black woman, yes. a historically double suppress-e) even voted against it saying, "i can’t say that i support gay marriage." i wonder what Malcolm X would have thought to hear her, a black American, say that she can't support equal rights for all? or what would Susan B. Anthony say to her, an American woman, when she heard she believes in denying rights to a selected class?
another attendee, a Reverend (a never been suppress-e, not to be confused with a never nude) commented, "where will we go from here? will we go to (protecting) pedophiles? will we go to sex offenders?"
wait... what? how in the hell do you automatically go from allowing people that love and want to have a recognized union to pedophiles and sex offenders? i'm sure, in fact i am certain and would swear on my own life, that there is more than one heterosexual pedophile and/or sex offender that is or has been married. *breaking news!! this just in* - your sexual preference does not have any correlation to your morality.
i am also extremely certain that a gay union will not desecrate the sanctity of marriage... since the divorce rate in this country, with only allowing heterosexuals to marry, is 50% and rising... and that my friends, is some weak sauce to argue with.
so how does ones mind work when arguing gay marriage? i'll tell you how. these people live in a bubble. these people are content in their bubble, so their mind can only be opened as far as the bubble will allow. you have the utmost right to not agree with gay marriages, but no human should have the right to deny love and happiness to another human.
"if you prick us do we not bleed? if you tickle us do we not laugh? if you poison us do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
a three Sunday weekend
when you lose someone you love, you feel so many emotions. pain and sadness for the loss; happiness and joy for the memories; and stress from dealing with the emotional roller coaster. but like all the other experiences in life, there's a reason. there is something you need to learn, discover or change in your life. finding that particular reason isn't always easy, it might take years or the rest of your life. yet at other times it's right in front of you. this time, for me... it was right in front of me.
over the last couple of days, i had a lot of time to reminisce thanks to the many, many family stories that were shared. during these stories, i wished so hard that i could not only be with Pop, but with all my grandparents just for one moment from the past to soak in all the details of that memory so they would be fresh in my mind to carry with me for the rest of my life. but i quickly realized i will never loose those memories. they will always be there when i need them.
my most favorite story that was told this weekend was about the mysterious handkerchief that my Pop always carried. he didn't use it for anything, but he always had it. so one day my aunt decided to investigate. every night before my Pop went to bed, he would kiss a picture of my Nanny, then take the handkerchief and wipe the kiss off. he would then go over to his bed and lay the handkerchief underneath his pillow. shouldn't we all be so lucky to have that kind of love.
neither Pop, Nanny or any of my grandparents will be at my wedding nor will any see the birth of my children.... which saddens me, but the rest of my family will be and i'm so thankful for that. it does seem that mourning the loss of someone brings people together. we are all reminded that the most important things in life aren't things at all, they are people ...and the memories that bind us to one another.
"that it will never happen again, is what makes life so sweet."
over the last couple of days, i had a lot of time to reminisce thanks to the many, many family stories that were shared. during these stories, i wished so hard that i could not only be with Pop, but with all my grandparents just for one moment from the past to soak in all the details of that memory so they would be fresh in my mind to carry with me for the rest of my life. but i quickly realized i will never loose those memories. they will always be there when i need them.
my most favorite story that was told this weekend was about the mysterious handkerchief that my Pop always carried. he didn't use it for anything, but he always had it. so one day my aunt decided to investigate. every night before my Pop went to bed, he would kiss a picture of my Nanny, then take the handkerchief and wipe the kiss off. he would then go over to his bed and lay the handkerchief underneath his pillow. shouldn't we all be so lucky to have that kind of love.
neither Pop, Nanny or any of my grandparents will be at my wedding nor will any see the birth of my children.... which saddens me, but the rest of my family will be and i'm so thankful for that. it does seem that mourning the loss of someone brings people together. we are all reminded that the most important things in life aren't things at all, they are people ...and the memories that bind us to one another.
"that it will never happen again, is what makes life so sweet."
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