I have wanted to post my feelings about Proposition 8 for some time now, but didn't really know how to put my feelings into words. I still don't know if any of this is going to come out right, but here goes.
I, just like many others, didn't really see what the big picture was when I first heard about this proposition. I was hesitant to "get involved" because I am NOT a fan of confrontation or contention. I have my own opinions and I keep them to myself. The first Saturday I stood out on a street corner and waived a Yes on Prop 8 sign was one I will always remember. I had this feeling. More like feelings that I am still having a hard time putting into words. I felt happy, sad and anxious all at once. I went home feeling more horrible than I thought that I would. I had been called profane names and had been flipped off numerous amounts of times and almost run over! I felt like I was being prosecuted for standing up for what I believed in. Well, another Saturday had come around and I was faced with the decision to do it all again, or not. A part of me wanted to go and fight some more, but a part of me wanted to just stay in the comfort of my own home with my own opinions. I decided to go and make the best out of it this time. I ignored the profanity and middle fingers and focused on the positive feedback I was getting. I felt happier inside knowing that I was out there trying to make a difference. I felt like I was proving to myself that I could take a side and defend it. It's hard sometimes knowing that you could hurt other peoples feelings that don't agree with you, but I kept telling myself that they had every right to be out there defending what they believed in also. The thought "If you don't stand for something, you will fall for anything" kept running through my head and it made me happy to know that I was DOING something.
Tonight, I drove by the same corner (I would have been standing out there, but I figured I should give Brian a turn and so I stayed home with the baby). I wanted to drive by and show my support to the people standing out on the corner. I stopped at a red light just before the main intersection and rolled down my window, preparing for a big thumbs up as I drove by. As soon as I rolled down my window, I heard cheering, honks and loud shouting. In the distance I could see bobbing signs, but really couldn’t make anything else out. As I approached the main intersection, I could NOT believe what I was seeing. There were hundreds (literally hundreds) of people at the intersection. The corners were so full that a person just walking by would have had to walk in the street. The medians were full of people shouting and waving. As I got closer I realized they weren’t just Yes on Prop 8 defenders, there were just as much, if not more No on Prop 8 defenders. The No defenders were loud and doing all of the shouting. They were being profane and jumping out in front of cars. I couldn’t get a real good look at all of the corners, but it looked like the Yes defenders were all on one corner, united. I could not believe how many people were there. It was… moving. I started crying. I couldn’t help it. The tears just flowed down my face. I had this overwhelming feeling that I can’t put words to. I was just sitting there, looking at this big group of Yes defenders, silent but strong, amongst an even bigger group of No defenders, yelling and screaming. I could feel a sweet spirit there, but I also felt the adversary so strong that it made my heart ache.
I am so glad that I have had the opportunity to fight for something that I strongly believe in. It has made me a better person and a stronger person. Regardless of the outcome, I have done all that I can do, and I feel good knowing that.