- -Pray for the absolution of those homosexual souls.
- -Drop your grandson off at daycare so his mother can get to first period on time.
- -Take the kids to an all-white, anti-sex ed school.
- -Cash the alimony check.
- -Make a pit stop at McDonald's.
- -Do your part to protect marriage by heading to the polls to vote hate and discrimination into the state constitution.
Yes, that's right. I'm calling you stupid if you intend to vote yes for this awful, awful proposition.
Yesterday, I went downtown with my fiancé (yes, I have one of those, and I think I'd like to be married one day, strangely enough) to check out the two Proposition 8 rallies. One was staged by the "Yes on 8" people, and the other was organized by the good guys.
At Pershing Square, the rally was just getting underway when we drove by at 1:00pm. About 20 people holding "No on 8" signs were standing on the corner of 5th and Olive. Didn't look like much, but it was only scheduled to begin at 1:00pm, and people were walking up as we drove by and honked, so it looked promising.
We drove over to city hall downtown, and my jaw dropped. The entire block in front of city hall, along First Street from Spring to Main, was lined with "Yes on 8" signs. They continued up both Spring and Main, and into the park in front of city hall. Their rally was also just getting started, but they had a better plan in mind. They had speakers and a big platform set up in front of a very large sign with a stick figure man and woman and the slogan "Marriage = One Man + One Woman." Who knew you could rent out city hall for your hate speech (or for any political purpose, for that matter)? Good to know.
As we drove around the block, checking it out, we saw buses in a nearby parking lot. Coming off those buses was a large group of possibly Korean people. They were all in red t-shirts that said (I think) "Protect Marriage" on the front, and something in Korean on the back (likely "Yes on 8"). We realized that one big church must have gotten its parishioners together to send them to this all-important moment in political history. I did not see a single other person there, though I'm sure they came later. I do know that Bruno was there at some point.
There was another rally in West Hollywood later in the afternoon, but I didn't see the point, really. They said they wanted to "raise visibility," but Gaytown doesn't seem like a place where that would be necessary. Still, though, they apparently had a good turnout, and hopefully the media showed up (though I haven't seen much, if any, coverage).
The "Yes on 8" campaign has been crafty in its efforts to make this vote about anything other than the actual details. They've spread lies about children, schools, churches, and whatever else they could to make sure they win. The Mormon Church, from Utah, has been a big part of the campaign. The Catholic group Knights of Columbus has been huge sponsors of some of the worst commercials I've seen for the "Yes on 8" side. There was a prayer vigil at Qualcomm Stadium in San Diego on Saturday that, thankfully, didn't seem all that crowded. But James Dobson was there to make sure the evangelical right was represented in all its crazy glory.
I really don't get people. I try to remind myself every day that there are good people in the world, but my faith will be greatly undermined if the majority of California voters make the wrong choice tomorrow. This proposition is about nothing but hate, and any efforts the other side makes to convince you otherwise are just plain lies. If you are in California, please don't fall for them. Do not take away rights from your friends and neighbors.
I'll be at the polls at about 5am. They open at 7am. If there isn't a line, great. I'll just be first to vote. And if there is a line, then I'll wait. And after that, I'll see if I can volunteer for the "No on 8" campaign (I'm worried about Obama, but this gay marriage thing is more pressing in this state at the moment) for some of the day. And then I'll sit down on my couch and stare at the news for hours, even before the election returns start to come in. I will likely be up all night. And then, come Wednesday morning, I'll either be very grumpy and sad, or I'll be elated beyond belief. You, readers, should really be praying for the latter.