We all have memories from our childhood that we’ll never forget. For whatever reason, I have an absurd amount that I remember clearly, but I can’t remember the name of the new girl at work or that man I emailed with about a computer help question last week.
For me, some memories, like the one I’m about to share, really stand out years later. We were all four years old and a group of us were eating lunch around a rectangular table in our nursery school. I don’t know any of the context beyond that, but I can assume we were talking about how kids of the opposite sex have cooties. (Really, what else could we be talking about besides that, toys or birthday parties?)
Daniel, my best friend at the time, grabbed my juice box and made bumped it into mine.
“Boys marry boys, girls marry girls and juice boxes marry juice boxes!” he exclaimed with a matter of fact in his voice. Of course none of us stopped to think about how that’s not how the world works because, well, we didn’t know that. At the time, his idea seemed to make sense.
Little did I know, of course, that this four year old’s dream of how things in our society should operate paralleled the deep desires of countless homosexual and heterosexual people in our country. On a day to day basis, how many people wake up wishing they could be legally married to their partner? How many (straight) people are pained by the fact that their friend or family member can’t marry the person of their choosing? The numbers are of course beyond my wildest ideas and I have no way to quantify these wishes.
That said, we all know that gay marriage has been an exceptionally hot-button issue in this country for quite some time now, and only has become more of a heated topic in the past week over California’s decision to slam down Proposition 8, or the law that says that gays in the state can’t legally marry.
Now, I don’t know about you, but I had always considered the State of California to be a pretty liberal one-- much more than other areas of the country where minorities are still treated unfairly across the board and where legislation has only superficially outlawed their mistreatment. Even when I was in the third grade and figuratively married to my best friend, we’d tell everyone that we wanted to actually get married. Did we know the implications of this statement? No, of course not. But did we know where we should go if we really wanted to get married? Yes, to California. Disneyland, to be exact. Because who wouldn’t want to get married in Disneyland?
So now, over the past year and the vote for Proposition 8, many Americans have grown disappointed with California . We’re saddened by it’s lack of liberalism and acceptance that we had always admired as one of its impressive and positive qualities.
Fortunately for the gay population in both California and, I think we could argue, the rest of the country, California has overturned this law-- for now. Of course it’s going to be an ugly, uphill battle from here, one that will involve The Surpreme Court, thousands upon thousands of protesters and countless dinner table debates.
What’s interesting, though, is that it seems at least that the kids of my generation (or the ones that I was surrounded by) got it right from the beginning. It’s clear that none of us would have been phased by marrying a child of the same gender (in some sick world where kids could get married) and that it would, in fact, almost be considered “more normal” for girls to marry or for boys to marry each other in our culture of cooties and disgust for the opposite sex. We were kids and we considered close relations between girls or between boys acceptable. Now we’re adults and a huge percentage of our country, including the majority of voters in California, now oppose these social and romantic ties. What happened?
This is a time where I’m going to say that we have to take a lesson from the kids. Think back to your childhood, when it didn’t matter who married who, as long as they were happy. Maybe our country isn’t ready for juiceboxes to marry, and I’d honestly venture to aruge that there’s not a single protester fighting for this cause in front of the California statehouse right now. But shouldn’t we be at least ready to accept the loving and happy ideas of some innocent kids who held a very serious business meeting over peanut butter sandwiches?
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