I need to travel more to determine whether this country is worth staying in. Tonight, I don’t feel confident that as a gay American I will ever have equal rights. It will all come down to the Supreme Court, unless the improbably Constitutional amendment occurs.
When it happens, will I be content to start wearing a black armband and a Second Class Citizen t-shirt, or should I just pack my bags and seek political asylum?
I don’t think they’ll try to keep me. They want us to leave. They’ll open the gates and be rid of the blighters.
But more of us will come. They will be born into families rich and poor, black and white, conservative and liberal, those with book smarts and those with street smarts. Will future generations of GLBT Americans stay, or will puberty, or genetic testing, let a young woman know that she’s not welcome. Will a gay man be part of the lower caste of US citizens because of who he is?
Will there be an Israel for GLBTs? I hope not.
Sticking around and being pesky is what’s called for, but is it worth it? Could I ever move away from the anger? Reframe the rejection as an opportunity for articulate, effective demonstrations of love and compassion? It’s not a challenge I want to face tonight.