And this year, in this election, she touched her finger to a screen, and cast her vote, because after 106 years in America, through the best of times and the darkest of hours, she knows how America can change. Yes we can.Because, you know, it was a moment without cynicism, and we got that moment of truth again not after our cities were attacked, but because we have overcome our fears. Because we have managed to finally tell ourselves and the rest of the world that we were one.
You can’t take this away from me: Proposition 8 broke our hearts, but it did not end our fight.
Like many in our movement, I found myself in Southern California last weekend. There, I had the opportunity to speak with a man who said that Proposition 8 completely changed the way he saw his own neighborhood. Every “Yes on 8” sign was a slap. For this man, for me, for the 18,000 couples who married in California, to LGBT people and the people who love us, its passage was worse than a slap in the face. It was nothing short of heartbreaking.
But it is not the end. Fifty-two percent of the voters of California voted to deny us our equality on Tuesday, but they did not vote our families or the power of our love out of existence; they did not vote us away.
I am proud to live in this country. I am proud of the people who voted for intellect, leadership, and progress rather than fear-mongering and intolerance.
But these base emotions people rose up and ignored while voting for President were the ones that guided those who voted to take away basic human rights from others. Because they could. Yes, they could.