I have been trying to figure out why I am so devastated by the passage of Proposition 8. I am – and this may come as a shock to some of you – not gay. I have no openly gay relatives. Sure, I have gay friends, but this amendment does not affect me personally. I can sympathize with my friends, but I am still legally married, after all. Yet, for some reason, the fact that a majority of my fellow Californians decided to take away a basic right from a group of people has me waking up at night.
Actually, the baby has me waking up at night, but I am thinking about Proposition 8 while I am feeding her.
Then I reread an old post of mine, and it hit me. This amendment is about hate. My fellow Californians have voted to amend the state constitution to include hate.
I may fear another Holocaust, but until this passed, I hadn’t really realized that people need hate. It is just as human an emotion as love. Now, I get it. We simply cannot evolve ourselves or educate ourselves out of hating one another. It makes us feel better for someone else to be lesser. And, if hate is a basic human emotion, it means I have it, and it means my kids have it. It means love cannot conquer all, or even very much.