My friend Tree just forwarded an email to me from a friend of hers soliciting help opposing Prop 8. The message was really special, and even though I have never met this person, her words moved me to tears. I cried tears at the compassion and actions of friends and friends of friends.
It seems that Fridays are full of emotional experiences for me. This time, however, I was not alone in the office. One of my bosses walked up and, completely unrelated, began to say how annoyed he was with the Yes on H8 ads he’s seen on TV and heard on the radio. More tears. He asked what was wrong. And through a choked voice I told him that I’d just read this awesome email. We both laughed at the coincidence.
A few choice words from the email:
“…If there’s one thing I learned in law school, it’s that America decided long ago that “separate but equal” is never equal; it’s just plain wrong. If there’s one thing I learned in divinity school, it’s that Jesus doesn’t hate, and he certainly doesn’t encourage his followers to do so. If there’s one thing I learned in elementary school, it’s that it’s not ok to do nasty things to hurt other people, particularly when they aren’t doing you any harm.
This is not about marriage. This is not about gays. This is not about religion. This is not even about California, so don’t think this doesn’t apply to you if you’re not here. This fight is about a basic principle that our country purports to be proud of: equality. This would be the first time that a constitution was amended to DENY a group equal protection under the law. It baffles me that anybody could think that’s ok.
This is the civil rights fight of our generation, and by a quirk of history, the battle lines have been drawn in California. Both sides agree that this is it: if Prop 8 fails, the war for equality is won and it’ll just be a matter of time before the country follows us (just like when California led the way for interracial marriage). If Prop 8 passes, those who seek to discriminate will be energized to continue.
I honestly believe that our grandchildren will ask us what we did during these years, just like we ask our grandparents what they did in the 50’s and 60’s. I’d like to believe I would have been sitting at those lunch counters and boycotting the bus if I’d been around then. I don’t want to wake up on November 5 wishing I’d done more when I had the chance. Please think about that before closing this message without taking action….”
My friend Tree told me that upon receiving this email, she contributed more money to the cause. And, so have I: I just donated another $100. Please don’t be left wondering on November 5th how much more you could’ve given. DONATE today.