Oh the restraint…

Driving Alyx to her soccer game this morning we encountered many people on the corners with a YES ON 8 signs.
The kids, not me, freaked out.
They can’t stand the fact that even though they are doing everything right, being politically correct and doing what it takes to change…people are still ….being people.

I just look at the attack ads and people standing out there and I wonder if in 20 years people will shake their heads in disbelief and say, “Whoa, we might as well have let the dogs attack the gay people and spray them with hoses for being different!”
I mean, don’t you look at the footage from the civil rights movement and aren’t you discussed by the actions of people with such hatred to something different?  The things people said and did makes me physically ill.  And here we are, doing it again.
The girls have decided to make their own signs that say NO ON PROP 8 and join the others.   I’m supporting them because I love them, but I am going to hurt inside when they see how many people driving by do not believe that people have the right to marry whomever they want.  The ignorance. The anger.  I want to protect them from that.

I’m proud of the fact that I have the freedom to write this. The freedom to vote. The freedom to friends with a black person without the fear of my house being burnt to the ground. I will be proud of the fact that at some point people will look back and say, “I can’t believe we tried to take away the right for two people to marry each other.” and feel SICK about it too.

So as I was driving home and I saw the people on the corner with the signs trying to ban that right, I made sure that I didn’t run over them, because I do want to go to heaven someday…but then again, I was told by a christian once that said, if I support the gays and their sins, I shall too go to hell.

I’ll let God decide that when it’s my time. If I was wrong…I’ll be in good company in hell.

*Update*

Omg. What an experience. I was brought to tears by the support. I’ll write more later.