In a sad and twisted moment, the Obama Administration has decided to delay the repeal of the military’s Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy until 2010. The policy, implemented during the Clinton Administration, prevents gays and lesbians from serving openly in the military. Should it become known that they are homosexual, they loose their jobs.
My hope for enjoying the inauguration as an American and citizen of the world was lost when, openly gay Bishop Gene Robinson’s invocation was not aired due to a “misunderstanding” between HBO and the Obama administration. The Obama inauguration committee apparently “mistakenly” advised HBO (the network with exclusive broadcast rights) that this very politically charged invocation by Robinson which was seen by many as Obama’s effort to include the gay community, was part of the pre-show and should not air.
After my last post describing my adventures in downtown San Antonio while attempting to gather signatures to the Open Letter to Obama, I took to the streets again. It was about 10:30 p.m. when I, along with three others, pulled into the parking lot near a local gay bar. The crowds were coming at full force and we could have used several more people to try to obtain everyone’s signatures. It was windy and cold, but our reception was warm and tender… for the most part.
The National DOMA Protest was conducted today. I made it to the rally point and met up with the handful of people that showed up. With letters in hand we took to the streets of San Antonio and began asking for signatures.
Try as I might I can’t decide which group will suffer the most from the association. Will the reputation of the LGBT community suffer from the association with the atheist organizations the most or will the atheist associations suffer the association with the LGBT community the most?
Although I’m extremely happy to report some level of federal recognition of gay couples, I’m saddened that in order to obtain the benefit, one of us has to die. Perhaps in the near future the federal government will recognize living gay couples as such.
I cried for the country I had forgotten was with me, not against me. I cried for the country I thought was dead but had suddenly risen from the grave. I cried for all the martyrs of the American Dream, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Harvey Milk, Addie Mae Collins, James Chaney, Brandon Tina, Jonathan Daniels, James Byrd and the multiples of others who died because of the color of their skin or their denial of denying themselves and they stood up and said, “Yes we can.” I cried because I had given up on the USA and no longer felt the pride I had felt so many years ago to stand up and salute the red, white and blue. I was both proud and humbled.